don‘t calll me shirley cocktail

Layna simply chose not to care. Whether about her sexuality, love life or anything that needed some kind of emotional affection from her. Comfortable in the status quo and the life she carried, Layna never imagined that one day in the splurge of the moment a fake identity would be born only to relieve her wallet from spending on alcohol. She, now dressed as a man would land in the nightlife of a man whose preferences are as well hidden as his true identity. When Layna’s alter ego meets Xavier’s tastes, a blurred relationship begins unaware of the secrets both keep. What began as a great idea between friends would slowly bring troubles to her “normal” life. What wasn’t meant to be turns into a wild ride full of intoxicating surprises. Now, trapped in the lies and doubts of who they truly are, Layna and Xavier must confront what they used to dismiss. An identity, a gender, a desire, a vulnerability… love in its full course. Will they drink the full glass or will they shatter it as they collide? They surely will embrace the prism of their lives. #CEO #Romance #Comedy #R18 #Smut #Slowburn #LGBT+ ————————————- Read my other books! - You Think I Won’t Talk? - Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night’s Lure This is an original book.

Shirley investigates the world and solves mysteries everywhere. She questions the suspects, examines the clues, follows every lead she has, and stops the person or persons behind the case when she cracks the case. Later, she teams up with a girl named Diane Walker, who helps her solve cases. Working together, they believe that they can solve any mystery that comes their way.

WARNING! ADULT CONTENT ====================== Dalam usia makin mendekati 40, Shirley adalah wanita yang kecantikan dan kemolekannya berada di titik paling matang. Sayang, perjalanan kariernya harus terhenti karena kesalahan yang ia lakukan yang tak terampuni oleh Ervan, sang CEO. Ia harus di-PHK dan menjalani kehidupan yang tak mudah. Ini diperparah dengan sikap Zakaria, suaminya yang lemah secara ekonomi dan fisik serta memiliki jiwa cuckolding dimana ia justeru suka melihat isterinya bercinta dengan orang lain. Setelah berpindah dari pelukan satu lelaki ke yang lain, ia sadar bahwa ia telah diperalat oleh suaminya dan siap berdikari. Sayangnya, Ervan tidak tinggal diam dan ia melakukan perlawanan. Seberapa keras Shirley bisa bertahan?

A collection of horror stories I wrote myself, a mixture of horror, mystery, and the unknown .. in short, a "horror cocktail"

(LGBTQ) An anthology of five short stories each based on the different lives of homosexuals. Will cannot take any much longer. He's had enough. He'll confess his feelings to Troy; his best friend though knowing how much of a jock he is and knowing the expected outcome to be. Jessica just found that Erica, her best friend has come out of the closet to her parents and apparently to them. Now she is worried some old, weird and unknown feelings which was buried way back ago may rise again while managing the situation of her own house. Brad is tired to be the meaningless fucker of his teacher Mr. Johnson and tired of making him understand about his real feelings to him. But he is soon to go college and this just cannot continue any further. Or he would be shattered. Travis is very happy as his longtime crush Brody; a rumoured-to-be pansexual jock has kissed him in a party. While walking to home, his happiness might be flushed down when he is getting bumped into with Brody's ex-girlfriends again and again. John, a great father of two daughters and loving husband to Katherine might've never thought drooling over some guy.

Cassia was my mate Linus's childhood sweetheart. After she discovered that an alchemical experiment in my childhood had left me hypersensitive to wolfsbane, she tampered with the "Eclipse" cocktails I had personally mixed for the party. The moment I swallowed it, an excruciating pain exploded in my stomach, as if my blood was first frozen, then set ablaze. My strength was draining from me as if a plug had been pulled. Panicked, I scrambled for my room to get the one thing that could save me: the "Morning Star Potion" my father had prepared years ago. But she had replaced that, too. The liquid in the bottle was the same poisonous concoction. All color drained from my face. All strength vanished from my body. I collapsed, clutching desperately at the leg of my mate, Linus. "Please—I've been poisoned. A potent alchemical poison. You have to help me—" Linus hesitated. But Cassia gently stroked his arm and laughed. "Linus, your mate is such a lightweight. It's just a cocktail." The other werewolves chimed in. "Stop the drama! No one gets poisoned from a single cocktail." "She's just jealous of Cassia. She wants to ruin the party." Linus's face grew cold again. "Cassia is an alchemist. If there was poison in that drink, she’d be the first to know. You'll be fine." I stopped begging. With my last ounce of strength, I reached for my father through our bloodline link—Alaric, Lord of the Silvercrest Pack.

At the company's Christmas Eve party, someone spiked my Shirley Temple with whiskey. The problem was, I had just taken metronidazole. The doctors fought tooth and nail to pull me back from the brink of death. However, my husband, Cole, chose to protect the culprit—the intern he was having an affair with. "Let's just let this go. Claire, can't you be the bigger person and forgive her? She didn't do it on purpose." I had no intention of letting it go. But Cole cut me off with a frown. "That's enough! She just graduated. Do you have to blow this out of proportion? Will you only be satisfied once you've ruined her life?" Watching my husband shield her, my heart shattered, piece by piece. "Then you two deserve each other."

Na festa de Véspera de Natal da empresa, alguém colocou uísque no meu Shirley Temple. O problema era que eu tinha acabado de tomar metronidazol. Os médicos lutaram com unhas e dentes para me trazer de volta da beira da morte. No entanto, meu marido, Cole, escolheu proteger a culpada — a estagiária com quem ele estava tendo um caso. "Vamos apenas deixar isso para lá. Claire, você não pode ser a pessoa mais madura e perdoá-la? Ela não fez isso de propósito." Eu não tinha intenção de deixar isso para lá. Mas Cole me interrompeu com uma carranca. "Chega! Ela acabou de se formar. Você precisa mesmo exagerar isso? Só vai ficar satisfeita depois de arruinar a vida dela?" Ao ver meu marido defendê-la, meu coração se despedaçou, pedaço por pedaço. "Então vocês dois se merecem."

En la fiesta de Nochebuena de la empresa, alguien puso whisky en mi Shirley Temple. El problema era que acababa de tomar metronidazol. Los médicos lucharon con uñas y dientes para salvarme de la muerte. Sin embargo, mi esposo, Cole, eligió proteger a la culpable: la becaria con la que tenía una aventura. "Dejémoslo pasar. Claire, ¿no puedes ser más madura y perdonarla? No lo hizo a propósito". No tenía intención de dejarlo pasar. Pero Cole me interrumpió con el ceño fruncido. "¡Ya basta! Acaba de graduarse. ¿Tienes que exagerar todo? ¿Solo estarás satisfecha cuando hayas arruinado su vida?" Al ver a mi esposo protegerla, mi corazón se destrozó, pedazo a pedazo. "Entonces ustedes dos se merecen el uno al otro".

À la fête de la veille de Noël de l'entreprise, quelqu'un a mis du whisky dans mon Shirley Temple. Le problème était que je venais de prendre du métronidazole. Les médecins se sont battus bec et ongles pour me ramener du seuil de la mort. Cependant, mon mari, Cole, a choisi de protéger la coupable—la stagiaire avec qui il avait une liaison. "Laissons tomber cette histoire. Claire, ne peux-tu pas être la personne plus mature et lui pardonner ? Elle ne l'a pas fait exprès." Je n'avais aucune intention de laisser tomber. Mais Cole m'a coupée avec un froncement de sourcils. "Ça suffit ! Elle vient d'être diplômée. Dois-tu vraiment exagérer les choses ? Ne seras-tu satisfaite qu'une fois sa vie ruinée ?" En voyant mon mari la défendre, mon cœur s'est brisé, morceau par morceau. "Alors vous vous méritez l'un l'autre."