A Farewell To Arms Plot Summary

[WARNING: This story contains explicit MATURE 18+ scenes] "He's mine, William," said the messy-haired man. "I met him first." "Oh yeah? But I slept with him first, so he's mine, Oliver," retorted the man with brushed-up hair, his black tailor-made suit emphasizing his polished look. Luca looked between the two handsome men, both identical except for their differing styles. His jaw dropped as he tried to process what was happening. What had he gotten himself into? Can one person accept love from two people simultaneously? Can he belong to both of them? Can the three of them become something more? ~ SUMMARY ~ Luca finds himself entangled with two billionaire twin brothers, leading to a hot and steamy threesome. Initially unaware that he's been dating two people, Luca is shocked when the truth comes out. When the truth is revealed, it's already too late. There is no escaping the grasp of these irresistibly rich and handsome billionaire twins.

The moongodess, years ago, created a complicated plot that would lead to her coming to the earth to save it from the greatest evil; her second half. After writing the story, she vanished, leaving a peace of her to observe as it unfolded.Gabriella is a young werewolf who dreams of meeting her mate someday. She loses all sense of emotion in her heart after going through constant torture from her own family. One day she is told by her father she is going to be sold off to an alpha to keep the peace between the packs.After meeting her mate at the peace keeping ceremony, her heart fills with joy and her eyes lighten up again, but all that vanishes when she realizes her mate is actually the one she’s being sold off to and he’s the most ruthless alpha who is more focused on ruling the other packs and doesn’t care about her.She resumes her life in despair in his clutches, trying to find a way to escape for her life. One day everything changes when he finally begins to feel the mate bond between them and says he loves her for the first time.What happens when her real family comes looking for her and she finds out that she was never the daughter of the man she called father and she was only found on the streets as a child.

As the end of the year approaches, my wife, Sylvia Small, who is five months into her pregnancy, accidentally falls into a lake. Our neighbor who is a police officer, Raven Weber, jumps in and rescues her. Unfortunately, she slips into a coma after her heroic feat. As I rush over, I see that a crowd has gathered at the scene. Sylvia is drenched from head to toe, wrapped up tightly in a blanket. Water droplets keep dripping from the tips of her hair. "Are you alright, Sylvia?" I ask, drawing near. The moment Sylvia sees me, she moves toward me and burrows herself into my arms. She clings to me like she is clinging for dear life. "You're finally here, Zach!" she exclaims emotionally. I frown and push her away. "Just say what you have to say. This suit is expensive. Don't dirty it," I said indifferently. My words make Sylvia's eyes go wide with disbelief and shock. But that only lasts for a second before an anxious look replaces it. She holds my arms firmly and says in a choked voice, "Officer Weber is in a coma because of me. Please transfer a sum of money to me so that I can thank her for saving my life." I glance at Sylvia impatiently and reply, "What's that got to do with me? Why should I transfer you my money so that you can give it to her?"

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."

Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down. Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own. Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood. He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender. But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic. Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances. In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother’s rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?

By hook or by crook, she has to get Derick Almabis, CEO, Most - sought bachelor in town, the disciplinarian, and the perfect one. What more can you ask for? Nasa kanya na ang lahat na gugustuhin ng isang babae. She had been friend-zoned for so long. And now she was threatened by the presence of Patty Benitez in his life who he had just known recently. Asias Top Model na kinuha nito para sa commercial ng hotel na pagmamay - ari ng mga Almabis. Nawalan na ito ng panahon sa kanya. Nalipat nang lahat kay Patty. Hindi ba't nakakainis naman talaga yun? She already turned 22 pero bokya pa rin. NBSB pa rin sa kahihintay kay Derick. She made a tricky plot upang makuha si Derick. A plot she'll regret in the end.

At our wedding, my husband, Justin Garner, pushes me—three months pregnant—toward our enemies as an apology in order to save his foster sister, Clara Garner. "This is my sincerity. You can do whatever you want with her." I don't cry or make a scene. I quietly follow the enemies away. That's because in my previous life, I had traded all my wealth for freedom and returned to Justin's side. In the end, I was forced to drink drugs and lost my unborn baby, suffering for three days and nights. "Justin, those 'enemies' were people you hired to act, and Maxine didn't even lose her innocence. Why did you have to get rid of the baby?" Clara asks. Justin coldly laughs. "If you're acting, you have to make it look real." I died full of hatred. When I wake up again, I choose to let those people take me away. Three years later, when I arrive at a banquet on the arms of my new lover, Justin goes mad, grabbing me and demanding, "Maxine Preston, where is our child?"

My father was the don of the Moretti family and the godfather ruling the entire mafia empire. My mother was the head of the Carter family and the chairwoman of Carter Multinational Corporation. They selected two fiances for me. One was Damian, the globally renowned CEO of Aegis Corporation. The other was Caesar, a formidable figure who controlled the entire underground arms trade. On the day of my twentieth birthday banquet, the one I chose to marry would become the godfather ruling the entire mafia empire. Everyone was shocked when I chose Caesar without hesitation. I had loved Damian deeply since childhood and once swore to only marry him. But little did they know I had regressed from the future. In the past, I married Damian as I wished. However, on our wedding night, he had an affair with my maid. Later, my family found out and dismissed the maid. They chased her out of the house. Damian resented me for it. After I became pregnant, he brought different women home every night and slept with them right in front of me. Even on the day I struggled through a difficult labor, he diverted all medical resources away. Ignoring my pleas, he caused me and my unborn child to suffer and die in agony. Having returned to the past, I decided to grant him his freedom. Without thinking twice, I chose my other fiance, Caesar. But I never expected that Damian was also reborn...

After being reborn, the first thing I did was switch my newborn daughter. In my previous life, soon after she was born, a blood test showed her type was AB. But mine was B, and my husband's was O—there was absolutely no way we could have an AB-type child. My husband flew into a rage and demanded a paternity test on the spot. To everyone's shock, the results proved she was biologically related to me, but not to him. He slapped me hard across the face, his voice trembling with disappointment. "I've always treated you well. I only ever loved you—and this is how you repay me?" My mother-in-law wailed and cursed me for cheating, accusing me of bearing another man's child to steal their family fortune. I was completely stunned. I knew better than anyone who the father of my child was—how could she possibly not be my husband's? In no time, everyone turned against me. They called me a cheater, a tramp. My husband divorced me and went online to play the victim, stirring up a storm of hate and harassment that never seemed to end. With nowhere to go and no one left to believe me, I took my baby in my arms and jumped from a building. Even in death, I couldn't make sense of it all. And when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my daughter was born.

We were on our way to celebrate our son’s birthday when we got into a car crash. When I woke up, I looked at my family gathered around my hospital bed and cracked a joke: “Sorry, but who are you guys?” I held back a smile, curious to see how they'd humor their "amnesiac" patient. Would my mother grab my hand in a panic? Would my husband look at me with worry? Would my son rush over, crying and calling me Mom? What I didn't expect was for them to freeze for a moment—and then, almost in unison, let out sighs of relief. My mother was the first to speak, her tone unmistakably lighter, as if a huge weight had been lifted. "If you don’t remember, it’s probably for the best. This is Lindsay—your sister, she’s my daughter. You were adopted." My husband then pointed at me and said to our son, "You should call her Aunt Wendy." Before the shock could even sink in, I watched the child I'd fought so hard to protect turn and throw himself into the arms of Lindsay. "Mom! I played outside all day. I missed you so much!" So that was the truth. My amnesia was exactly what they'd been hoping for. In that case, I didn't need this made-up life anymore.