Arrogant Novels

Begin Again Eden McBride spent her whole life colouring within the lines. But when her fiancé dumps her one month before their wedding, Eden is done following the rules. A hot rebound is just what the doctor recommends for her broken heart. No, not really. But it's what Eden needs. Liam Anderson, the heir to the biggest logistics company in Rock Union, is the perfect rebound guy. Dubbed the Three Months Prince by the tabloids because he's never with the same girl longer than three months, Liam's had his fair share of one night stands and doesn't expect Eden to be anything more than a hookup. When he wakes up and finds her gone along with his favourite denim shirt, Liam is irritated, but oddly intrigued. No woman has ever left his bed willingly or stole from him. Eden has done both. He needs to find her and make her account. But in a city with more than five million people, finding one person is as impossible as winning the lottery, until fate brings them together again two years later. Eden is no longer the naive girl she was when she jumped into Liam's bed; she now has a secret to protect at all costs. Liam is determined to get everything Eden stole from him, and it's not just his shirt. © 2020-2021 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers. *************** "Can someone please tell me why I left our perfectly comfortable couch to freeze my ass off here?" Eden McBride glared at her three friends waiting patiently in the queue with her. It's been over an hour, but the long line snaking its way around the block had barely moved. Out of all the hangouts in Rock Castle, they had to choose Crush, one of the most challenging clubs to get into, especially on the one weekend when the hottest DJ in town makes an appearance. "To help you get over the man whose name we won't mention!" Sienna, her best friend since primary school, said in a hushed tone. The clear plastic beads dangling on the ends of her long ombre braids chinked as she turned her head to match her death glare. On her 'bad' days, Sienna was cute. But on a good day, like tonight, she was smoking hot. The guys milling about, desperate to get inside like they were, clearly thought so too. They could barely peel their eyes from her. "Yeah, Eden, we've given you enough time to mope," Lydia chimed in as she snapped a quick selfie and posted it on her I*******m. Within seconds her phone pinged incessantly with notifications from millions of adoring fans. Lydia is a mega-successful YouTuber whose makeup videos have catapulted her to a goddess-like status on the internet. "The sooner you get back on the bike, the better," Cassandra added, flicking her long blond hair over her shoulder as she pulled up the collar of her signature leather jacket. In the five or six years Ed

Bound to the CEO Already a billionaire at a young age of 28, Sebastian Jackson "SJ" Kincaid has the world at his feet. He could have anything and anybody he wants with just one command from him.Ellisande Porter, an innocent, young, simple woman is secretly married to SJ, who only met him once and that was during their wedding, which their families had arranged when she was still 17.Four years later, she is being whisked into the limelight and being groomed to become the next Mrs. Kincaid. With nothing but hate she gets from SJ, will Elli be able to find a way to win his heart? Will SJ as well learn to accept his fate and learn to love her? Will a certain past that is catching up be able to help the two be together or tear them apart? Will their love story just stay as arranged or will they be able to fall in love with each other? *************** “It’s the fifth car, Mr. Kincaid.” Sebastien Jackson Kincaid, or as known by everyone as SJ, cursed over the phone after the butler from his country home reported another incident. He knew the butler is cringing at the other line. “Is she hurt?” He barked a few minutes after. “Minor injuries, Sir,” the butler answered. “Dr. Jones has already tended to her and she is resting. I already had the car towed. I fear that madam might shift her interests on the bikes once she recovers.” “Then, give her the damn keys if she does!” He scoffed hotly and then ended the call. “Let me guess,” his best friend, Brian Johnson drawled out with a laugh. “Does this had something to do with that simpleton you left behind at your country home?” “Apparently, that simpleton is far from what she is now,” SJ grumbled as he stepped outside the private elevator that leads to his office on the 78th Floor of the Kincaid Tower. The building that was built by his hardworking grandfather and houses the country’s top real estate developer. “My day hasn’t even yet started but she already gave me a headache. COnsidering that it's just the start of the new year.” “Why don’t you take some days off and see her?” Brian suggested as he smiled warmly at one of SJ’s secretary, who blushed before looking away. “It’s been like what? Four years since you last saw her? She might be bored there. Why don’t you show her the ropes?” “Then, what?!” SJ snapped as he sat on his chair. “I’m not going to babysit her.” Brian rolled his eyes. “She’s fucking 21 already or sooner,” he replied as he took a sit on one of the chairs, facing him. “I’m sure she can take care of herself. Give her a job here. She might be useful on something, I’m sure. Don’t forget that you spent for her university.” The two gentlemen looked up when Debra Marks, his secretary, who previously belongs to his father, entered his office with one assistant behind her, carrying their coffees. After setting their cups down, the assistant hurriedly took off. “Mr. Kincaid, your mother called thirty minutes ago,” Debra informed formally. “She says that you meet her for lunch at The Japanese Dini

Falling For My Husband I, Zia Walker, take you, Xavier Luciano, to be my wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. I will honor you all the days of my life. 'And above all, I vow not to fall for you.' ~~ Trapped with the responsibility to my family, fate forced me to marry Xavier Luciano. He was the perfect solution to my problems, but there was only one condition he asked before promising me his ‘I do.’ “Don’t fall for me,” was his unbreakable rule. I laughed at him that day, thinking how easy it is to follow his stupid rule. I’m in love with my ex-fiance, his younger brother Calvin, so what could possibly go wrong? I agreed without hesitation, seeing him as the ticket out of my life’s predicament. Like a raging wave, the realization of my vow’s weight crashed on me. How can I fulfill my promise, when even in the darkness and danger that surrounds him, I’m hauled like a moth to a flame? How can I fight the slow burn of falling for my husband? The man I swore to cherish and adore, until death do us part, and the one my heart chose to love. ~~ [Mature Content] ~~ Follow me on lnstagram Castiel_Lj Cover by DobolyuV *************** Extreme darkness has always been an enemy of mine. I hate not knowing what’s coming for me or what’s already there, but for the love of my life, I’m willing to face my fears. “Miss Zia,” my driver and closed-in security detail Erik called before I could slide out of the limo. Erik is like a father to me, but I know I’m giving him too much headache that Dad doubles his salary every year. “Come on, E,” I pouted, “it’s Calvin’s birthday. Give me some boost here.” At the age of forty-one, Erik is still as fit as a man in his thirties. He had to be in keeping up with my exceptionally stubborn behavior. He has no job other than to be with me - guard and protect me - all the time, which has proven to be a challenging task. Since I was thirteen, the bodyguards assigned to me quit even before the end of their first month in service. I’m an obedient child, you just have to make sure that the rules are in detail or I will find a loophole. “Boss said you are not allowed to party with these brats,” Erik mumbled, thick brows knitting together. My fingers itched to push the door open, as if the plush chair of this bullet-proof limousine is burning my ass. I chewed on my lip, Erik’s eyes narrowed to slits. Before I could open my mouth, he raised his glove-covered hands from the steering wheel, rubbing them over his face. I giggled, voicing out my argument. “Well, I am not here to party, aren’t I? I am here to give my present to Calvin… no partying.” With a shake of my head, I opened the door, knowing that I already won the petty squabble with my bodyguard. Huge trees in the space where Erik parked the car concealed it from the highway. The autumn breeze made me shiver as the sole of my Tom Ford heels touched the ground beh

HEAD OVER HEELS He wanted a family... at any price! Brody McLean was a wildly successful businessman who had it all. His one remaining ambition was to find the right woman to become his wife and to start his own family... Alanis ‘Lanie’ Roswell's dreams of marriage and babies had been shattered by tragedy. She had to live with the knowledge that she'd never experience the joy of holding her own child. Her career was now her life, and she couldn't allow herself to get close to Brody. If he married her, he'd forget his dreams of fatherhood. Surely that was too heavy a price for any man to pay? *************** “Lanie? There's a man over there who's been staring at you for a good ten minutes. Do you know him?” “Where?” As Alanis ‘Lanie’ Roswell turned, her wide, green-flecked eyes following Shelly's glance across the crowded, noisy room, her face wasn't even slightly interested. She was used to men staring at her… it came with the territory. As one of the highest-paid and most successful promotions executives in Chicago, Alanis knew she presented something of an anomaly to the average male. She was seen as ‘the exception that proved the rule’. This meant the women in this male-dominated environment in which she worked weren’t always welcomed. Graceful and tiny, at five feet one, and with a mass of gleaming strawberry blonde hair, creamy skin, and large expressive eyes in a golden honey shade flecked with green, Alanis wasn't exactly what they'd expected to see if her reputation had gone before her… and it invariably had. Over the last ten years, since she had first entered the promotions rat race as a nervous but ambitious eighteen-year-old fresh from college, she had established herself as a shrewd and level-headed businesswoman with a flair for knowing exactly what appealed to the public. Her job was her life. Alanis gave it 100% commitment and the rewards had been enormous. “Hang on a minute,” Shelly muttered impatiently to herself as the crowd surged and moved, the buzz of conversation fierce and loud. “Now. Look over there, next to the group from St. Gregory’s. He's still looking this way and you can't miss him.” “Which…?” Alanis's voice trailed away as she met the full force of a pair of very intent, narrowed eyes set in a hard, tanned face that was all male and quite pokerfaced. The man was big, very big, darkly imposing, and terribly out of place in this crowd of affected, pretentious bootlickers who had arrived by invitation for the grand opening of Alanis's latest work project. It was a flamboyant, madly expensive art gallery in a city already full of art galleries. That much at least registered before she turned sharply away, her stomach lurching. “Well? Do you know him?” Shelly asked curiously, her mild brown eyes alight with interest. “No, definitely I don't know him. If I'd met a man like him before I wouldn't have forgotten.” Alanis's voice was cool and vague, and not at all as she was feeling inside. She couldn't remembe

THE EDGE OF HEAVEN Devastatingly handsome French tycoon Sébastien Olivier de Monfort has his sights set on Cassandra‘Cass’Applegate. Her seeming inexperience intrigues him… she used to be married! Cassandra's marriage was a sham. It left her feeling unattractive and unwanted. Now that Sébastien has claimed her as his lover, he'll teach the innocent Cassandra how much pleasure can be had in the bedroom... But passion leads to something else, totally unexpected, and Sébastien vows he'll take Cassandra to Paris... and to the altar! *************** “The Six Nations Championship or The Guinness Six Nations offered rugby fans another great show. Today, Ireland and France left their best on the field. The Irish Lions and Les Bleus (French for The Blues) gave us a lesson about fair play and commitment. With a nail-biting finish like that, I think we can safely say that this tournament is wide-open and set to be one of the most exciting yet. This is Cassandra Applegate, reporting live from Croke Park in Dublin. Back to you in the studio, Stanley.” Cassandra kept the smile pasted on her face until she could hear the chatter die away in her earpiece and then handed her microphone to her assistant, Ciara, with relief once she knew she was off-air. She avoided looking to where she knew the man was still standing, his shoulder propped nonchalantly against the wall, hands in the pockets of his dark trousers, underneath a black overcoat with the collar turned up. He’d been talking to Charles Ollivon, the captain of the French team, but now he was alone again. He was watching her. And he’d been watching her all through the Six Nations Championship match between Ireland and France. The man had bothered her and he’d distracted her. And she didn’t know why… No, that was a lie. Cassandra knew exactly why. He was blonde, bound, determined… and so gorgeous that when she’d first locked eyes with him, quite by accident, it had felt as though someone had just punched her in the stomach. Cassandra felt disconcerted by his dark eyes, something that no other man had ever made her feel. Not even her husband. The impact the man had on her had been so strong that she’d felt herself smiling and raising a questioning eyebrow, but then she’d seen an unmistakably mocking glint in his dark eyes. Of course, she didn’t know him. She’d never seen his long, hard-boned face before, had never seen that mouth, which even to look at from where she sat, had the most amazingly sensuous lips. Immediately Cassandra had felt herself flushing with embarrassment at her reaction to him. He had to be French, as he shared the quintessential good looks of so many of the crowd today, quite exotically different from the more pale-skinned home crowd of Irish supporters. This and the fact that he’d been sitting in the seats reserved for VIPs, situated just below the press area. He looked like a VIP. She’d only had to look once to know that he effortlessly stood out from the rest of the crowd. B

PUZZLE OF MY HEART Audrey Seymour will do anything to save her home, and ruthless businessman James Mayer knows it! He has a score to settle with the Seymour family, and after one meeting with this delicate beauty, he decides he will have the house... the gorgeous lady of the house… Practically her entire world! Against her better judgment, Audrey is attracted to James's powerful sensuality. But she is saving herself for her wedding night, and James is definitely not the marrying kind! Yet what this tycoon wants, he usually gets... *************** ‘Just a few more hours and then everyone would leave. I can do it… I have no other choice,’ Audrey thought looking outside from her bedroom’s window. It was what her parents would have expected of her. She could almost hear her mother’s warm, faintly admonishing voice whispering in her ear. “Come on, Addie… Keep your eyes on the prize, sweet girl. And remember, this too shall pass.” It had been one of her mother’s favorite sayings when as a small child, she had tried to duck out of anything unpleasant. Audrey Seymour drew in a deep breath and straightened her drooping shoulders. Checking her reflection in the bedroom mirror, she satisfied herself that the recent flood of tears didn’t show and then left the room. On walking down the wide staircase, Audrey could see a few odd people she didn’t know in the hall, but the main group of guests was in the living room. They were talking in the hushed tones one used at funeral receptions. Amy, her mother’s housekeeper and friend who’d been one of the family for as long as Audrey could remember, met her at the foot of the stairs. Amy’s eyes were pink rimmed and her voice shaky. “Would you like me to tell them to come through to the dining room now?” Amy asked her. “Everything’s ready, anyway.” Audrey nodded. She hugged Amy for a moment then looked at her and smiled slightly. “What would I do without you, Amy?” she murmured. “You’ve been a tower of strength to me during these last few days. I couldn’t have got through this without you.” Amy’s plump chin trembled as she fought for control. “Baby, I don’t feel I have been. To be honest, I still find it hard to believe they won’t walk through that door anymore.” “I know… I feel the same.” It had been Amy the police had notified the night of her parents’ terrible car crash. Two policemen called at the house and told her the tragic news. Amy had immediately called her and Audrey had left her flat in London within minutes. On the journey back to Cornwall she had been in deep shock, praying the whole time that she wouldn’t be too late. Amy had told her that her father had been pronounced dead at the scene of the accident but her mother was still clinging to life. By the time she reached the hospital, her mother had been able to tell the police that her father had collapsed at the wheel and the car had plowed off the road, wrapping itself around a tree. Audrey had had five precious minutes with the w