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"What I want I get," Nicholas whispered into Talia's ear. He has been looking for her after a quick and uneventful date. Wealthy and connected, yet, he was unable to find her until they met again at an unexpected place. Talia, whose reality and her grandmother have shown cruelty had to take up different jobs, including being a waitress at a nightclub. At a very young age, she is faced with the offer of becoming the billionaire's waitress. On the part of Nicholas, he felt that Talia was the only cure for his illness. Would Talia be able to cope with a ruthless billionaire with a lot of secrets including the fact that he was more than a billionaire? Who thought that Talia will go from waiting tables to waiting for Nicholas's heart? Note: The picture on the cover is not mine. Other books by Author: Santa's Gift For Christmas One Night Stand With Mr. Hot The Vengeful Spirit Of Halloween The Alpha's Seduction The Mafia's Muse

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes. Alexia POV: Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type. When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.

Nafiza Abuyan Ahmed had never imagined she would ever see herself writing romance stories until she gave it a shot and since then she could not stop. From being a storywriter from a small writing platform, she now aims to make her story worldwide and publish all her works. The first time Vincent's fell upon Venessa, he knew for sure that he would make her his. But what if Vincent found out that Venessa's life is on stake?. In order to save her, he decided to marry her but little did he know that there are more troubles and more obstacles to test their relationship and most of all Venessa's faith and love for him.

The last thing Kira Samia expects at work is to fall into bed with her arrogant, irresistibly hot boss, Tesah Clover. It’s a mistake—a steamy, mind-blowingly satisfying mistake. But a night of burning skin to skin with the super wealthy boss proves to have turned her world inside out when Kira finds out what kind of dirty mud she had fallen into. Tesah has cultivated an enviable, manipulative lifestyle: dating his work, exotic destinations, and luxury without limits. He’s not looking to be domesticated, and certainly not by his second hand waitress—even though he can’t get her out of his mind. Still, he knows he has both the responsibility and say towards her and the pregnancy she claimed to be his. Though Kira has no interest in Tesah's money, her lack of prospects gives her little choice but to get loan from the bank to repair the only inheritance she got from her mum. But her actions of avoiding him, makes him want her even more, and if Kira lets down her guard, she just might break the wall her heart had built so strong in a long time.

Leonard Strahm 30 years old, can sense and experience the minds and feelings of other humans - an inherited psychic gift from his mother and developed from childhood in the laboratory of the CIA's MK-Ultra program, formerly run by his ex-military father. Now, Leonard's twin brother Lawrence who was also part of the experiment, is found dead under suspicious circumstances while he worked on a special, secretive project of his own. While their mother, Dorothea, who reluctantly partook in the MK-Ultra experiments at the urging of her beloved husband, Jack Strahm, is on the verge of an emotionally induced psychological implosion that could ultimately undermine her living son's pursuit of the truth. Leonard must navigate a hidden world of covert experiments, psychic warfare, and family betrayal to find answers, exact revenge and possibly save humanity. But the deeper he delves, the more he questions whether he's chasing truth and justice or walking into a trap designed specifically for him.

Ren Cornelli, an 18-year-old vampire-human hybrid, never had it good. Being the socially outcast black "halfy" that he was, he understood where he belonged and never once broke from the mold he'd been born in. But after he's called to the forest by an unknown force, his life is turned for the worst when he discovers a dead body and a vampire. Nothing is what it seems and the more he learns about the murder and the vampire the more he's pulled into a vicious plot to start the second Human and Vampire War.

Algún lugar. Afuera de un edificio. Por la tarde. Con el tráfico algo abultado. En la acera. (In English next) Las personas pasaban y algunas se quedaban mirando atrás a una persona que también estaba caminando. *Murmullos* *Murmullos* Ese tipo parecía alguien de la nobleza, no era el "más" atractivo que existía pero si tenía bastante clase, un cuerpo delgado, cabello rubio bien peinado, corto hasta su nuca, ojos azules Índigos y una expresión muy aguda y despreocupada en su cara de escultura fina parecida al marfil. Se notaba de 18-20 años, pero desprendía un aura muy elegantemente adulta y sus ropas de trabajo de cuello blanco también lo eran. Llamaba mucho, aunque no tanto, la atención de ese lado de la acera, hasta que... "Yo..." Bajó la cabeza y nadie podía ver su expresión. "¡Quiero...!" Empezó a temblar y repentinamente tiró la maleta de su mano hacia el suelo con energía... "¡FOLLAAAAAAARRRRRRR!" "........." [Ding: Misión (Gritar su deseo más profundo del momento en público) Completada. - Recompensa 1: Técnica Antigua del Dragón Desvergonzado. - Recompensa 2: Abriendo Sistema de Viajes Vacacionales... - Abierto. *Felicidades* - Su primer Viaje Vacacional se realizará en tres horas. - Destino: Marvel, Deadpool, Cabina Telefónica.] Ésta será mi Tercera novela. La primera es: I am in Kuroinu? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-kuroinu-(por-longchinchin)_18107265006434905 Y la segunda es:I am in Summertime Saga? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-summertime-saga-(por-longchinchin)_18525094405011905 Actualización: Depende de mi estado de ánimo y mis ganas, de -3 a 3 capítulos por semana. No me pertenece Marvel, no me pertenece la imagen de portada, no me pertenece ningún otro personaje de cualquier otra historia que salga, no me pertenece los Animes y demás por si salen algunos, no me pertenece la historia de Marvel... ¡No me pertenece nada! ... Eso es todo. ******************** Somewhere. Outside of a building. In the afternoon. With somewhat bulky traffic. On the sidewalk. People passed by and some stared back at a person who was also walking. *Whispers* *Whispers* That guy looked like someone from the nobility, he was not the "most" attractive that existed but he was classy enough, a slim body, well-groomed blond hair, short to the nape of the neck, Indigo blue eyes and a very sharp and carefree expression on his face. of fine ivory-like sculpture. He looked 18-20 years old, but He gave off a very elegantly grown-up aura and his white-collar work clothes were too. It attracted a lot, though not so much, attention on that side of the sidewalk, until ... "I..." He lowered his head and no one could see his expression. "I want...!" He started shaking and suddenly he threw the suitcase from his hand towards the ground with energy ... "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" "........." [Ding: Mission (Shout out his deepest wish of the moment in public) Completed. - Reward 1: Ancient Technique of the Shameless Dragon. - Reward 2: Opening Vacation Travel System ... - Open. *Congratulations* - Your first Vacation Trip will take place in three hours. - Destination: Marvel, Deadpool, Telephone Booth.] This will be my third novel. The first is: I am in Kuroinu? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-kuroinu-(por-longchinchin)_18107265006434905 And the second is: I am in Summertime Saga? Link: https://m.webnovel.com/book/i-am-in-summertime-saga-(por-longchinchin)_18525094405011905 Update: It depends on my mood and my desire, from -3 to 3 chapters per week. Marvel does not belong to me, I do not own the image of cover, I do not own any other character from any other story that comes out, I do not own the Animes and others in case some come out, the Marvel story does not belong to me ... Nothing belongs to me! ... That is all.

Eric looked at his phone. He and Natalie were sitting in the blue Toyota, across the street from the jewelry store. “What are they doing?” Natalie asked. “Maybe they have some extra activity going on upstairs." He looked at her and grinned." For a second I thought we lost them for tonight." They both fell silent again and watched the shop. “When?” She asked after a while. “Any minute now.” At eight, they put on latex gloves and pulled socks on their heads. Then each picked up a shotgun from the back seat, strode across the street, and barged into the store. “Don’t even think about pushing the alarm button,” Eric shouted, pointing his gun at the owner. ”In the corner, now! Over there.” McKinley and Rose scurried to a corner and sat on the floor. Natalie sprayed the cameras with black paint, leaving dark circles on the wall. His two-barrel shotgun pointed at the hostages, Eric glanced at two ends of the street and drew the curtains. Natalie went behind the showcases, leaned her gun against the wall, and emptied trays full of jewelry into a garbage bag. Rose was shaking, and tears poured down her eyes." We're gonna die. We're gonna die here tonight. I'm so young. It's too soon." McKinley grabbed her shoulders. "It's Okay. They’ll take what they want, and leave.” “Is it true Mr.? You leave when you get the jewels?” She asked Eric, her voice breaking. "Shut your mouth." He pointed the shotgun at her face. “He's gonna kill us. He's gonna kill us." Her gaze moved between the gun muzzle and his eyes. Eric sneered, enjoying her fear. A big diamond hung from a gold necklace. Natalie picked it up, and her eyes sparkled, admiring its delicate chain and smoothly cut stone. “How much is this worth, old man?” McKinley stared at her. " Grump!" She dropped the necklace in the bag. Rose's water tap was still running. " He's gonna kill us. He's gonna kill us." She whimpered.

Sven and Jacob take a trip to a neighboring town to sell bread as part of a new sales strategy for Tockerbrot Bakery. While there, Jacob has a surprising run-in, and soon major changes rock Tockerbrot. A rival bakery opens right next door, while the Schutzstaffel in Wiltia hatches a furtive plan... Get ready, Volume Three is bursting with excitement!