A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far Far Away

His smoldering golden gaze struck sparks from hers. “I wanted you the first time I saw you nearly three years ago. Now I want you even more.” “Me too... I've been waiting for this for so long… Three years might seem an eternity sometimes. Touch me, Diego. Please,” she mumbled shakily. “I will, 'cariño'… And I won’t stop. Not until you beg me to.” "Then... Don’t you ever stop…” she whispered urgently, shifting her hips in a restive movement against the sheet, wildly, wickedly conscious of the growing ache at the very heart of her. “Never…” "Is this a promise?" "A certainty." For sexy, mysterious Mexican aristocrat Diego Francisco Martinez del Río, Duque de Altamira, Jacqueline Maxwell was a gypsy, a weirdo living in awful conditions. And she was raising his orphaned baby niece in… a trailer! So unacceptable! Since she wasn’t giving up on little Azura, and his niece was very fond of her aunt, Diego offered to marry Jacqueline and raise the little girl together. Yes, she was poor but she was a real beauty, and with a little help, Jacqueline might become a perfect wife for a Duque. Graceful, beautiful... delightful, even. Jacqueline Maxwell knew Diego and his kind all too well. He was as stunning and charming as the devil himself, but twice as ruthless and heartless. He was just a playboy interested in one thing and one thing only. And it had nothing to do with little Azura. Still, accepting his proposal of a marriage of convenience might be the end to all her worries regarding the little girl left in her care by Alyssa, her sister...

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After giving birth to four children and nearly being burned to death, Araceli Chancey escaped the fire and survived. After that, her destiny was completely changed. She lived abroad for five years with her two children and became a software specialist. Five years later, she returns to her matriarchal pack, Eclipse, to cure her daughter's autism. As she expected, the odds were stacked against her, but she was never daunted. Strong as ever and fighting for her destiny, she meets by chance with Lycan King, Raphael Lancaster. Wait... What's going on? It was as if her daughter could sense some connection with Raphael... Araceli is puzzled, searching for the truth in the fog.

I am an Omega. One day, Alpha Carl Blanchard found me in the Borderlands and took me in. After we formed the mate bond, he spoiled me senseless, never once caring who was watching. Now, everyone was whispering about the cold, ruthless Alpha who treats me—an Omega who used to be a Rogue—like I'm something sacred. They said it defied everything the Moon Goddess ever intended. I used to think he loved me down to the bone, that he just couldn't help showing the whole world how crazy he was about me. But then, I overhear him talking to his close friend. "I'm the Alpha of the Eastlands. I rule ten packs. If I don't paint Daisy as my weakness and my one obsession, how else am I supposed to keep Fiona off my enemies' radar? Turns out every wound I took for him was a damn joke. If that's how it is, I'm done playing Luna of the Eastlands. On my last day there, I made one call. "I'm in. I'll head to the Borderlands and spend the next ten years in closed research on medicinal herbs." When Carl found me gone, he came after me with bloodshot eyes and his pride in ruins. "Daisy… are you really leaving me?"

My wife's soul mate had Rh negative blood just like me. In order to make my wife happy, he donated his bone marrow to me then committed suicide. I was put on the blame for his death. Everyone blamed me for killing him. My wife who received his suicide note went crazy. She started to draw blood from my body. She was extremely cruel. "You owe that to me. He would not have died if not because of you. I am only returning to him something that did not belong to you." When the soul mate reappeared, my wife started looking for me like crazy. She did not know that I had died for losing too much blood.

My husband is a geologist. He took his soulmate, who was suffering from a terminal illness, to an active volcano, to fulfill her wishes. However, I was pushed into the lava when we were there. His soulmate then said, "Don't worry about me, just go and save her. I'm going to die soon anyway." I cried for help, "Please save me, I'm pregnant." However, my husband scolded me coldly, "A cancer patient has the right to live too. How can you be jealous of her and claim you are pregnant? Celine doesn't know anything, unlike you. You're an expert at this, you should know what to do. Just save yourself!"

Uang yang banyak tak cukup membuat Fani setia pada Bima. Bahkan, dia malah membeli laki-laki lain dengan uang pemberian suaminya itu. Fani mengira cinta yang baru akan membawanya lebih bahagia. Hingga dia nekat mendua dari Bima. Namun ternyata bagi Dika, istrinya lah pemenangnya. Bagaimanakah nasib Fani selanjutnya, saat Dika tak mau bertanggung jawab. Yuuuk simak cerita lengkapnya.

WARNING 18+!! Mengandung adegan dewasa dan kekerasan. Harap Bijak dalam memilih bacaan.^^ Stela tak pernah membayangkan menikah dengan seorang penderita Anterograde Amnesia. Kontrak menjadi psikiater pribadi keluarga Oliver, tak hanya membuatnya harus menyamar sebagai sekretaris pribadi dan juga menjadi bodyguard Vincent Oliver. Suatu hari Stela juga diminta untuk menikahi Vincent oleh Nyonya Widya Resmana Oliver. *** Auristela Indira, seorang psikiater muda, ditugaskan menjadi psikiater pribadi Vincent Oliver, seorang CEO di perusahaan broadcast. Suatu kejadian nahas membuat Vincent menderita Anterograde Amnesia, tidak bisa mengingat kejadian sehari sebelumnya. Ternyata Stela tak hanya diminta menjadi psikiater pribadi, tapi juga menyamar menjadi sekretaris sekaligus bodyguard Vincent. Suatu hari, dia diminta untuk menikahi Vincent. Akankah Stela menerima pernikahan dengan Vincent yang memiliki memori singkat? Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi kepada Vincent, sehingga membuatnya tak hanya kehilangan sebagian ingatan, tapi juga kehilangan calon istri di malam menjelang pernikahannya?

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

The night before the design competition, my husband took my design draft, promising to secure a patent to protect my work. In the intense competition, my work stood out and won first place. During the award ceremony, I walked on stage wearing the necklace that my daughter and I had made together. Suddenly, my seven-year-old daughter rushed up to the stage, screaming, "Mom, how could you steal Veronica's necklace? That's horrible and embarrassing. Just come down and go home with me."