executive dilemma

He's the dream guy of women world wide, the CEO of a formidable mega-corporation. But, he's absolutely powerless against her, resorting to all kinds of methods to force her into a marriage, tying her to his side with a certficiate. "Remember, from now on, you're not allowed to enter unclean entertainment venues, not allowed to accept drinks from other men, not allowed to have physical contact with men other than me. If not, bear the consenquences." Ling Tianya felt that she was just like a girl undergoing puberty, under strict supervision of her parents, shackling her down with restrictions upon restrictions. "Your requests are ridiculous, I have meetings and obligations, I... ..." The man held tightly onto her, as though wanting nothing more than to absorb her into himself. "Ling Tianya, this is not a discussion." Therefore, the CEO had became a complete slave to his wife. "My love for you is your perogative. Use me to your heart's wishes, I am more than willing!" But all he got in exchange was an eye roll, "Keep it for yourself, I don't need it!"

After years of longing, Mu Chenyan was finally going to marry the man of her dreams — Yuan Xuan. However, on her wedding day, the tragic death of Shu Qinger, her well-known romantic competitor led to Mu Chenyan's prison sentence. Two years later, Mu Chenyan was released from prison due to insufficient evidence, but she ended in another “prison” — the Yuan household. However, she was no longer the naive girl who would let anyone have their way with her... Her days in the prison had left their marks and a passion for revenge was now ignited in her. Even as Yuan Xuan tried to regain her love, she has now built a wall to guard her heart, cutting off all advances from him. The question remains — who killed Shu Qinger? Who are the people on her side, and those who are on the devil's? Love and hate intertwined, with Yuan Xuan's love and protectiveness over Mu Chenyan remaining unchanged...

"Curiosity killed the cat." The sinister man raised the edges of his lips into a grin before injecting the girl's neck ruthlessly, leaving her unconscious. [Disclaimer: Rated 18 solely for the blood and gore scenes. Extreme torture and abuse scenes included, however, a warning shall be given at the start of such chapters and I will be briefly explaining everything for those who skipped the chapters with such content. Read at your own discretion.] **** Nancy Morgan was an average college girl who was bored of her little-to-none thrilling life and wanted something new. But what she got for that was not necessarily what she asked for. She got into a life-threatening accident. Roth Rogers, her family friend, inserted a chip inside her brain to save her. However, it attracted evil people to go after her. To protect her from the upcoming dangers, Roth appointed his adopted son, Samuel Rogers as her bodyguard. However, more than the people who were trying to abduct her for the cutting-edge technology, Nancy's curiosity rang for her bodyguard's mysterious life. Little did she know, her curiosity unlocked many secrets and troubles.... Like Immortality and artificial diseases. Trapped in a dilemma of science and immortality, Nancy must find out more about her bodyguard, and his connection with all of the mess. **** [Excerpt] "How come you have appeared at my house?" Samuel asked, ignoring her question. "And at such an hour? Are your parents aware?" He was bombarding questions at her after her system told her strange things. Nancy was irritated enough to break his neck, but she kept her composure. "Listen here, you little shit, the system is saying you're hurt. And that's what I asked you. Only I ask the questions here." Nancy clarified before jumping onto the bed, an inch apart from him, as she ran her hand from his shirt's collar to the first button. Who wears dress shirts in bed? Before Nancy could unbutton his shirt, he grabbed her hand with a frown on his face. "I do not know what your system told you, but I must clarify that I am not hurt," Samuel said before moving her hand aside. "Prove it, then," Nancy muttered. "The system says it's a thoracic injury. Show me that it's not." "Even if there is one, I believe you have nothing to do with it." Samuel backfired. Right. Nancy had nothing to do with his matters. But she was dying to remove that shirt from him. No, no! Not for any other business. She just needed to see if the gunshot wound was still there or not. "Which means there is a wound," Nancy said, trying to sound unfazed by his words. "I'll help you treat it." She stood up before walking over to the nightstand opposite them to get the first-aid kit. He watched her with narrowed vision, and she stared back from the corner of her eye. {Probability of survival : 50%... 60%... 65%} {The Wound shows signs of healing. Abnormalities detected.} {Platelet count: Normal.} {Platelet function: Faster than normal.} The system kept raising abnormalities from Samuel as if the system could've never guessed for such an existence. It made Nancy wonder, too. She was sure he was another invention. One way, or another… He was involved. [Note: All my novels are fictional. None of the characters and events have actually taken place.] **** Join my ded discord server: https://discord.gg/HsYbkZP29D Cover Artist: https://www.instagram.com/alina._.smthng/ **** Special Thanks to my mother for devising a name. I had been working on this for 2 years but I couldn't get a name. My mom asked me about the plot and I told her that it was complicated; That's when she said 'Dilemma' If you like complicated things, this is for you! Thank you for giving this a shot.

Warning; Mature Content (r18) If you are given the option to choose between being comforted by a lie or being hurt by the truth, which would you pick? Remember, one lie has the power to taint a thousand truths. ---------------- Abigail Woods, Abby for short, is a beautiful and strong-willed girl born out of wedlock to a poor and struggling mother. From a young age, she craved the genuine love of a father. However, life plays a cruel game on her when she ends up with a pedophile stepfather and a heartless stepsister. After years of enduring abuse, Abby flees her past life on her twenty-first birthday and starts a new life in a faraway countryside as Stella Peterson. For one whole year, Abby, now Stella, adopted the fake identity of a local farm girl and worked for the Dawsons as a vine dresser. Everything was perfect for Stella until she crosses paths with two wealthy and handsome gentlemen, who are both rivals in the same line of business. Both young men are tenacious and want Stella as a wife. But Stella's falsehoods and past are out to hunt her. How far is Stella willing to go, to keep her real identity a secret? Would she succeed in her mission or would karma come calling? ********* #Betrayal #Love triangle #Revenge #Weak to strong #Dark #Survival ********** Welcome! Thanks for choosing this book. This is my third book and I am thrilled to share it with you all. It is dedicated to all my fateful old and new readers who love a good face slapping novel. Note: This is a slow burn romance novel. Please add this book to your collection list, drop a review, and vote. The book cover does not belong to me. Kudos to the talented designer. Do not forget to check out my first book; A Stolen Kiss From THE CEO!

*NonRape-General langauge* Liora’s life takes an unexpected and cruel turn when she’s sent to the royal court as a concubine for the disgraced Prince Lucien, a man whose past is shadowed by betrayal and loss. Stripped of his royal title, Lucien has long distanced himself from love and loyalty, existing in a cold, indifferent world. Thrown into this world of palace internal battles, power struggles, and betrayal, Liora must face not only Lucien’s frosty demeanor but also the dangerous secrets that lurk within the court. Every move she makes is watched, every word is questioned. Yet, despite his distant nature, she can’t shake the feeling that beneath the hardened prince lies a man struggling with the ghosts of his past. As Liora tries to find her place in this hostile environment, she faces a constant dilemma: Can she warm the prince’s cold heart and heal his wounds, or will she fall victim to the very same forces that tore him apart? 'Can she thaw lucien’s frozen heart, or will his haunted past consume them both?' Arranged marriage,Disgraced prince,Court intrigue,Royal concubine,Forbidden love, Political drama, Palace secrets, Unwanted bride, Betrayal. Haunted memories, redemption,Royal court drama, second chances

In a dark room, a handsome man, with a jawline to die for, was down on both his knees. On both sides of the man's strong and narrow waist, two slender legs hung weakly. With a fit body, the man completely enveloped the woman within him. Every time he moved, he was unrestrained and his bulging muscles expanded, bringing the woman to a high she’d never experienced. After that night, Sophia realized she was pregnant. She panicked. After all, she never had any sexual experiences. She thought of that night when she was drunk at a party, but she couldn't recall who the baby's father was. Was it the playboy, Norman, who looked like Leonardo DiCaprio? Or was it the smart and handsome, yet serious-looking Felix? Perhaps it was Claude, a popular figure in school with a muscular body, six-packs, and an athletic figure? With the help of her good friend Olivia and Anita, they arranged a meeting with the suspected “fathers” at the villa where they had sex that night. When Sophia expressed that she would keep the child, their reactions were completely different. Yet, why was it that the sharp-tongued man, who called the shots at Wall Street, a man who never stopped mocking her to suddenly show concern and care for her?

Max Foster lives an adventurous life. He loves himself and enjoys himself. Especially Action in the Bed! But suddenly one day he wakes up in an unfamiliar bed, an unfamiliar body and he's not Max anymore? Now Max has to live his life as Adian Marcoxius Drane, an omega, and...now he is left with Adian's messy life to clean up in his hands! And miracles of miracles, Adian is pregnant...which is wonderful except for one question: Who is the Father? Is it Fernando, the Sleazy Beta viscount? Or maybe Eduardo, the tender and sweet Alpha Duke? Or worst of worst, a butler in the house? 'If the truth gets out to the public, be prepared to face the consequences.' What should Max do?? Join Max Foster in his journey to find the dad before Adian's Omega-hating-Husband finds out! -------------------------------- Hi, Thank you for checking out my book please do leave a comment, review and do vote for it! DISCLAIMER: All credits of artwork goes to the artist. No copyright infringement intended. This is a relatively slow paced novel. Do bear with the characters as they explore each other, both in mind and body! Winkwink!

The Semonios are evil creatures who lived in an alternate dimension in a realm where no human could enter. Ancient beings who survived by feasting on the essence of humans, but human flesh was their greatest delicacy,a craving that had made mankind both their prey and their main source of sustenance. Hidden beyond the boundaries of the human world, and cursed to be separated from mankind,they had built a civilization of their own. A continent ruled by ancient laws, powerful bloodlines,and a hunger that had endured for centuries. To most humans,within the walls they were nothing more than creatures of myth but to the Semonios,humanity was the source of life itself. A prophecy about Emperor's seed suddenly resurfaces in words bearing death's cold prangs. One that puts him in a dilemma of having to choose between his own son and his people. Although born of parents both fullbreeds,Ramses was a half breed, Half Semonio and Half human,an usual being fated to destroy the very people he loved. Despite being born with purity unlike the rest of his kind,his eerie existence cloaked a prophecy of doomsday. His birth was prevented yet was he begotten,with a fate he fought to escape from. He's the origin,the end an agent of both destruction and peace. ******************** ***************** Ariane turned abruptly to leave but Ramses blocked her way. Before she could utter another word she found herself in his arms,his hand tightly wrapped around her waist She was so close that she could hear his heartbeat And with those grey eyes peering deeply into hers he whispered, "Despite you being human,not even destiny nor Fate can take you away from me".... Note: This book is in three parts. Part one:In a continent bathed in lies the events occurring when Ramses was a child,an unusual being who is neither Semonio or human,including the Emperor's investigations in the murder of his wife. Part two:Something different...years had passed with changing times,read to discover... Part three: The present day (modern times).

All her life, she grew up not knowing who or what she even is. Her name, her parents, everything's all but unknown to her. However, one thing she did know is that no matter how hard someone tried, she couldn't die. Growing up in a special research facility, she endures countless experiments, however, one day, her life takes a dramatic change when someone takes her hand.

Kalin High is not a typical prestigious high school. It is a closed society, a city-state with homework. Within its campus, where clubs govern like miniature regimes and embody certain belief systems, every hallway becomes a battleground for optics, resources, and legitimacy. Order is scarce and revolution... even rarer. Enter one quiet, ordinary transfer student with no accolades, no visible alliance, and no apparent protection from the system. Yet. Dragged into the center of a fading political club with a proud legacy and dwindling numbers, he finds himself among five unique comrades: a visionary Chairwoman, ablaze with conviction and righteous fury; a tireless Vice Chairwoman who recites budget plans and damage control procedures as if they were poetry; an Enforcer who commands silence through fear and inevitability; an anxious Strategist whose stress rivals her precision; and a chaotic Propaganda Artist under strict probation for setting yet another banner ablaze in the name of morale and idealism. Together, they do not demand perfection. Only loyalty. Whether one rises among those who merely perform their assigned functions, or is absorbed by the cold, indifferent system and forgotten, remains the unanswered question. Because history does not remember the comfortable. It remembers the committed.