I clasped a hand over my mouth to muffle the screams that bubbled to my throat as I stared at the man. It was him alright. The years didn't change his perfectly arched brows or his lips that are always thinned in disdain. Slowly, I roll to the edge of the bed careful not to wake him. I can't believe I just slept with the one person in the world that I shouldn't have slept with. I picked up my dress from the floor and slipped it over my head. As I tiptoed to the door, I paused. "This won't do," I murmured to myself turning back to stare at the man. Knowing who he is, he would hunt me to the ends of the earth. I needed to do something... something convincing that would keep him off me forever. My eyes fell on a plain white sheet on the table and a pen next to it. Without thinking, I crossed the room, and picked up the pen as I leaned down and inscribed: "Tired of it all, death is my redemption". A few minutes later, I stood in the deepest part of the ocean, feeling the waves rushing to me with a force. I closed my eyes and waited as the first wave hit me knocking me off my feet. I didn't fight it... I welcomed it like a mother would her child. The water slowly filled up my lungs... He would never find me, at least. *** Charmaine watched her family die saving some stranger. Wolfless and matless, she's despised by all. One day, the moon goddess finally gives her a mate but he despises her, rejects her yet covets her beauty. She kicks the hell out of him and has a one-night stand with a stranger and gets pregnant. But her damn mate still has his eyes on her. Bullied, enslaved and isolated by all, she lives in hell until the Lycan King comes and claims her as his mate. But she must run and raise her babies in secrecy.

~~~ Barbara Wilson was forced to reject her mate after her step-sister who was chosen as the wife of one of the Princes of the Seven Kingdoms eloped with the love of her life. So, she had to take up the identity of her step-sister and become a wife to the Prince who was a cripple. What happens when she discovers that the Prince didn't seem like all the rumours she heard and worst of all, he knew she wasn't Ava Wilson? As the two trade secrets after spending a passionate night together, how far is Barbara willing to go to protect him?

Allie Pat, a nineteen-year-old high school graduates trying to recover from a terrible breakup from her Star-studded boyfriend Archie volunteers as a counsellor in a summer camp. Things were almost perfect until she met her estranged boyfriend who she never really broke up with and a childhood crush Samuel who she might just be in love with. Her friendship with Joan is put to the test and what happens next becomes a tangle of emotions, confessions, relationships and feelings that spiralled into Lust, Love and A Baby. ***** "Don't feel Allie" Samuel whispered gently as he backed me against the wall. "You know I am with your brother; we're still together..." I trailed off as Samuel latched his mouth to my aching n*****s causing me to moan deeply. This was different was Archie's touch. "He's my step-brother and who cares anyway" he took another delicious bite from my neck. I arched closer to him, urging him to take more, feeling more wanton and of course needy. "I have never done this before" I muttered gently as my denim trousers fell to my feet. "Really?" Samuel asked in surprise. "You never f****d Archie?" he asked again. "Yes" my cheek was stained with embarrassment, maybe we should stop. "Do you want this?" His breath fanned my neck as his hand lowered to the band of my panties. "Yes, Samuel" I panted "Please!" I squirmed impatiently, I wanted him to touch me, to make me his. I wanted Samuel. "I love you, Allie" he paused for a kiss. "let's go to bed" in one fluid motion he hurled me up and headed to the bedroom. Samuel will be the death of me.

Fall For A Billionaire - Billionaire Romantic - Suspense Writing Contest ~~~ Slowly, I reached for the seal and peeled it off, trying to still my thudding heart. In no time, the seal came off and reached inside the envelope to pull out the document inside there. I frowned when it was just a scrap of paper. “What’s this?” I queried warily. “Read the name on the paper,” Tom commanded silently again. I turned the paper and the words AUSTIN MILLER stared back at me. What is my fiancée name doing in a scrap of paper? Trying not to panic I read slowly “Austin Miller. This is the name of my fiancée,” I tried to laugh. Tom’s gaze became dark as he stared steadily at me, my heart was beating erratically now. Oh God…please No… I prayed silently. “That is the name of the man, WHO KILLED YOUR FATHER,” Tom broke the silence. Not every Love story has a perfect ending…. Mine ended even before it started.

Jasper Rohan Arya a 16-year-old rebellious teenager who was bent on winning the award as the worst bad-boy the world will ever produce in retaliation to the pressure mounted on him by his Dad insisted he must be a doctor. However, Rohan finds himself in a public school in New York where for the first time, he is free to pursue his passion and lives a mysterious, quiet life that made the ladies asking for more. Not until he met Grace, a hopeless romantic who thought the world was like the novels she reads. Armed with trying to protect her and being mysterious at the same time; Rohan is awakened with a rude shock when he discovers a hidden ability that only he possesses and Grace was the gateway to these abilities... *** “Rohan…” I called out shakily “what are you doing?”. “what does it seem like?” his brown eyes pierced into mine with a smirk. He enjoyed the way he affected me. “You’re my muse Grace, whenever I paint, thoughts of you naked, lying beside me causes perfection in every stroke of my brush. I am obsessed with you”. “I-is it a good thing?” I stuttered. His breath was on my neck. “It depends on your definition of good but what does it matter, you belong to me” I inhaled the rich scents of her hair, trying so much not to run my hands through it. “I sound like a piece of property” she chuckled nervously. “Maybe you are” I smirked, arranging the clothes around her beautiful form, this drawing must be perfect. “Now, remember I need you to remember as quiet as you can be and hold this pose, this has to be perfect; you’re perfect”. As I settled behind the easel, I knew I wanted her to be more than my muse.

"Do you..." The Priest peered into the tiny piece of paper where I had hurriedly scrawled by name. "Miss Amy..." He paused slightly as he looked at me over the rim of his glasses. "What is your surname?" he whispered. Darn, I forgot to write that. "Cheong..." I whispered back. I was wondering why we were whispering. The priest scrunched his face in confusion as he struggled to get the name. "C-H-E-O-N-G" I spelt out. The priest was shocked so was my husband-to-be, I didn't look a bit like my name. "My Mum is American" I hurriedly explained, I just wanted this ceremony to be over. The priest cleared his throat again. "Do you Amy Cheong, take Mr Sebastian Carter as your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do you part, according to God's holy law, in the presence of God do you make this vow". "Y-Yes ..." I stuttered, trying to calm my racing heart. I hesitated as I sneaked a peek to my would-be husband, in less than 24 hours my life has changed so much. I knew nothing about the man whose name I would now answer. All is fair in Love and War. "Yes, I do" I crooned as I sealed my fate.