We Can T Keep Meeting Like This

After 8 years, Shane met his highschool crush; Nicole Colgate but this time, they met as a detective and a murderer. Nicole allegedly murdered her husband. Shane has just 48 hours to unravel the truth. He put away all sentiments and dug into the case. All evidence pointed at Nicole as the culprit. The most convincing evidence was that Nicole, who was a renowned writer, brutally murdered her husband in a replica of the murder in her latest book. After Nicole's imprisonment, Shane's gut feeling persisted. He visited Nicole in prison and took the call to re- investigate. He was caught up in the embers of his undying passion for Nicole as he unveiled the truth

After discovering his sub gender as Omega, Tony was abondoned by his parents. As a 17 year old high schooler, he was betrayed by Robbie who he loved. Chain of tragedies just keep happening to Tony. And he was left heartbroken. But tragedy can either kill you or make you stronger and Tony decided to fight till the end. That was until his past came barging into his life... **** NOTE This story deals with topics like Boy Love, Male pregnency, Omegaverse.

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on.  In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."

My flight was suddenly canceled, so I dragged my suitcase back home. As soon as I stepped inside, I saw torn black stockings scattered on the floor. This was the eighth time Simon Jones had brought a different woman home. The sound of running water and a young woman’s laughter echoed from the bathroom. I didn’t cry or make a scene. Instead, I sat quietly on the couch, waiting for them to finish. Everyone assumed I would continue being Simon’s devoted fool like before. But no one knew that the man I truly loved had returned. After tonight, Simon, the stand-in, would be discarded.

On the evening of May 17, 20XX, I died. I decided to tell you this story because I thought it was a thing of beauty, albeit filled with agony and grief. No, this is not my story. This is the story of the husband of my best friend, Mary, and how he tried to play God by inventing a time machine to try and save her from death. Listen carefully for this will be the last one I will tell.

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."