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There's nothing more important than love, Mila always told herself. Even when her boyfriend cheated on her and accused her of stealing, leading to her being fired, Mila still held onto her belief. For a 24-year-old young woman to survive in a big city where she knew nobody but her cheating boyfriend, Mila had to look for work elsewhere not just anywhere, but The Montclair Club. For one night, she served as a salesperson for the launch of a new wine. As the saying goes, (In vino veritas) Truth in wine. Mila's truth was letting her hair down and having fun just for one night. The innocent woman had her own taste of a 'one wild night.' The result? A positive pregnancy test. Mila became pregnant by the hot-tempered, international playboy and heir of the Montclair Conglomerate, from a family of old money. Zyran Ciro Montclair is known to have a special hatred for the words family and poor. He only believes that the poor are leeches and liars. At the moment, the luxury of pride wasn't something Mila could afford. Jobless, pregnant, and left alone in the big city, Mila decided to go after her baby's daddy. Even if he might reject her, she had to try. And somehow, in her pursuit, she ended up on the early morning news: 'Noblesse Oblige: Montclair Heir to Marry an Unknown Poor Country Girl. It's giving Rich Prince and The Pauper. A 21st-century Fairytale.' What could possibly go wrong? you may ask. Stepping into the rarefied and unhinged world of the Montclairs, Mila realized that their realm wasn't the same as her world of black and white. Her perception of life was turned upside down, and she couldn't help but wonder. What could be so poisonous yet so good as power and money? Will Mila's love endure when faced with Zyran's 12 rules for their marriage, including the humiliating demand of: Rule No 6: “Submission is key: When I say kneel, you'll drop to all fours. Don't question it, just obey.” Will she allow herself to be consumed by the corruption that comes with wealth, or will she spread her innocence and show Zyran a world where people don't have to be used? Can their love survive the poisonous influences of power and money? . . . . . . Instagram account: Pluma_W143 Facebook page: Plumadidi Tiktok: @Plumadidi Cover belongs to me. Art by Kelveendraws

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For more than a decade, renowned chef Alain Tiessart has been married to his restaurant, driven to make it one of the finest in Paris. But time is slipping away. Lonely and ready for a change, he packs up his bags on one of the busiest holiday weekends of the year and drives into the French countryside.<br><br>Retired Brit Simon Hastings is prepared to spend Bastille Day as he always does -- quietly and alone. When his oldest friend arrives on his doorstep prepared to spend the next few days together, Simon is surprised but welcomes him in. He’s even more surprised when Alain suggests they move their relationship to a deeper one.<br><br>Unwilling to jeopardize their friendship, Simon turns him down, a decision Alain accepts gracefully. Until a friendly bet and an eager young man cast Alain in a new light. Now, Simon doesn’t know what he wants. Or who ...

In the dusty town of Kalgoorlie, Australia, two teenage boys—Allen Christopher, the quiet thinker, and Steve Joseph, the bold tinkerer—forge an unlikely friendship over wires, gears, and wild ideas. From a backyard shed dubbed the “Z-Lab,” they build gadgets that spark curiosity and chaos, including the Auto-Cell: a device that turns motion and sound into power. Their invention draws attention from scientists, mentors, and a mysterious corporate giant—VoltCorp—whose interest feels more predatory than promising. As Allen and Steve rise through school exhibitions and mentorships, they must navigate fame, temptation, and the ethics of innovation. With help from Lily Evans, a sharp-witted hacker, they protect their ideas and each other. But beneath the applause and newspaper headlines, something darker stirs. A forgotten military journal. A prototype that could power more than machines. And whispers of a future where their inventions might defend humanity itself. This is not just the story of two young scientists. It’s the origin of the dreamers who would one day hunt the impossible.

An arrogant and mysterious Ceo, a tactful new employee, not compatible right? I guess we all thought so

When French elegance meets American ambition, sparks fly and hearts collide. Amélie Beaumont has dedicated her life to her family's vineyard in the picturesque hills of Provence. With its rich history and her passion for winemaking, the Beaumont estate is her pride and joy—until Jack Reynolds, a relentless New York tycoon, sets his sights on taking it all. For Jack, business is about winning, and this vineyard is just another conquest. But when Jack arrives in Provence to seal the deal, he’s met with more than a fight for the land. Amélie’s fierce spirit and the vineyard’s timeless charm awaken something in him he didn’t expect—a desire that goes far beyond the bottom line. As they clash over tradition and progress, passion begins to simmer between them, complicating their rivalry. Caught between their opposing worlds, Amélie and Jack must decide if they’re willing to risk everything for a chance at love, or if the gap between their lives is too wide to bridge. From sun-soaked vineyards to Manhattan skyscrapers, this is a tale of love, legacy, and the intoxicating allure of a perfect pairing. "Vintage Love"—where love, like wine, only gets better with time.

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Lydia Ashworth is a perfectly ordinary third-year student at the Royal Institute— unless you count the months-long sense of suffocating pressure, the creeping paranoia, and the divine voices whispering in her skull. Her professors say she’s stressed. Her classmates say she needs sleep. Her gods say she’s been chosen. None of them know the half of it. When an anonymous package delivers impossible binding manuals and a war journal from a conflict nobody remembers, Lydia’s quiet academic life detonates. Hidden histories surface. Divine forces circle. And someone—someone powerful—has turned her entire hometown into a covertly fortified safe zone. There’s only one person who seems strangely unsurprised: Professor David Griffin, the world’s dullest lecturer. Behind his wire-rimmed spectacles and monotone voice hides a being who once shattered realities, bound cosmic monsters, and walked away from a war that cost entire dimensions. He’s spent fifteen years pretending to be mediocre. It was peaceful while it lasted. Now the entities he once imprisoned—the Precursors, artists who sculpt suffering across galaxies—are waking, whispering their way into London’s creative minds. Musicians cry while composing masterpieces. Philosophers dream of exquisite agony. Reality itself is beginning to warp toward their aesthetic. The gods have chosen Lydia to stand against them. Griffin has chosen Lydia because she thinks differently. The Precursors have chosen Lydia for reasons of their own. She is the center of a cosmic chess match she never asked to play. And her mentor may be as dangerous as the monsters he once defeated. As ancient bindings strain and divine whispers escalate, Lydia must decide whether to trust the gods who chose her, the professor who terrifies her, or herself—while the world is quietly rearranged into the opening strokes of someone else’s masterpiece. Knowledge is power. Power is dangerous. And some lessons should never have been learned.

Being raped at a young age made Aeris ISOLATED herself from others. She knew she was betrayed from the only person she trust but ignored it to lessen the pain. She knew everything but never said a thing. Instead of complaining, Aeris never talk about herself. Having PISTANTOPHOBIA is not easy for her. Bearing the fact that she's afraid of trusting people again.Her only cousin and so called BFF died 3 years ago. Khathryn, killed herself and as a punishment for her sin, she became a WANDERING GHOST until she can find a way to afterlife. Her soul was sealed by the GRIM REAPER and in order to take it back and go to afterlife, she must carry a mission. ⛔️ WHAT DO YOU THINK IS THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE TWO? ⛔WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN IF THE ISOLATED GIRL MEETS THE WANDERING GHOST? Let us open the book of life, of both young souls who got played by destiny, From family to strangers to comrades....Join me to unbosom both of their chapters that got folded by fate.......

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"