His Cure (Being His Exclusive Writer)

Mr CEO, Don't Love Me!

"Don't tell me you plan on losing your virg*nity to him?!"Helen eyes widened. "Dear Helen, wouldn't it be heartwarming to lose that to a man like John,a man who knows how to make my heart to jump"I traced my fingers on the table as I moved closer to her. "Alright,I know you're not gonna do that. You wouldn't be that crazy,in front of him. He's got all the looks,oh yea,but who knows if he's got the manners?"she rasped. "I don't care. I'm not quite a well - mannered lady either."I smirks. "Helene,here is the man I've been trying to grab his attention,now the best opportunity is here,on a gold plate..."I breathed out a happy air. "I don't care if I become his baby mama tonight."I bit my lips.

Be My Wifey, or Lose Your Job

. "I have found the woman I want to marry. Her name is Janelle Bright. She's the woman I want" George McFarland is one of the ranking billionaire in the city. His mother has been pestering him to get a wife as he isn't getting younger but older. On going to the court to see his employer get indicted,he met Janelle and immediately picks interest in her. "I want to request your daughter from you, ma'am. And,I hope you won't turn me down." George's mother went to Janelle mother convenience shop. When Janelle got to know what was happening,she was told she was going to wed a man she barely knows in the coming weeks.

His Crazy Maid

"Be my maid for a month."the words slipped out of his mouth smoothly. Annie's worst nightmare. Being someone's maid. ★★ Annie John was just an helpless lady that hawks some fruits jn the street. This was to fend for both herself and her mother. Her mom was diagnosed of a diseases and she was told to bring $100,000,000. The doctor seems not to give a damn about where she will get it from. After Annie's pleas,he felt pity towards her and told her to be his maid,so as to pay off her debts. Will Annie accept her worst nightmare?

Life as a celebrity

Geum bi is a crazy but lovely girl. She is jobless,lives with her friend - Lily who is already telling her to get a job. Lily works in a coffee shop. One day, Lily told Geum that there's a job vacancy at a young billionaire's place. Geum was reluctant to go first as the billionaire in question is just someone she dislikes. As she got there,the billionaire told his manager to shut the gate so no one will come in again as there's a lot of participants already. What then happens? Find out!!

Dying in silence.

⛸️Dying in silence⛸️ (My savior) Story written by Ajayi Esther. Prologue Are you the lousy type?👄 Or💗 Are you the silent type?🤐 If you're the silent type then you not alone, Fontana is with you. Meet Fontana - an eighteen years old girl. Despite all mistreatment from her class mates,she still kept quiet not standing up to them. She kept all this in her mind,not having the courage to tell it to the face of her bullies. She kept talking to her self in her mind. What happens when the thought is over flood?. Meet 👉 Darrel,a tall good looking guy who is a player. What happens when he comes to Fontana's school? And what happens when Fontana started saying all the mistreatment she has received from her classmates on which she has been keeping in her mind to him unconsciously on his first day in school? Will Darrel listen to her? Find out in this story where Fontana is dying in silence. Let's take a sneak peek 💃💃💃💃💃💃 *You bitch!, you're nothing but a bitch,why did you step on me?* *How dare her spread a gum on my seat* *What?,you spill my milk? 💃💃💃💃💃 This story is base on fiction. Should I continue ? If you want me to,say I'm with you.

Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."

Shunned By An Alpha, Cherished By A Lycan

Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.