A Love Letter

Everyone in Asterhaven knew—Maxwell Porter hated Zoey Bradford. Hated how she clung so desperately to their marriage. Hated how she refused to set him free. He asked for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. But the hundredth time, when he thought she'd turn him down like always, her voice cut through the air, cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

Daphne Yildiz's life seems playful as she meets twins Craig and Cara White. Because of the past, she was allegedly running away, and she was forced to hold on to the knife and accept the twins' offer to her. She will marry Craig in exchange for her education and safety in the hands of the people looking for her. Soon she falls for Craig because of his kindness, but she doesn't know why the man doesn't seem to look at her as a woman. She is left frustrated by Craig's lack of affection until she gets close to Cara and forms a romance that shouldn't be. In the end, who weighs more, the first man who made her heart beat or its sister who made her so crazy in love?

I have a case of acute pancreatitis. I head to the hospital, but the doctors there refuse to treat me. Why? Because my husband is a doctor in the emergency room, and he's instructed everyone not to treat me. In my past life, he would show up with a single phone call. But, after his true love dies in an accident, he pushes the blame on me. On my mother's birthday, he poisons my whole family and repeatedly stabs me with a scalpel. "Does it hurt? Jackie was in much more pain before her death. If not for you, she wouldn't have gone out in my place. You killed her, so I'm making you and your family die for her!" When I open my eyes, I'm back to the day when I get acute pancreatitis after drinking the bar dry for his sake. This time, he runs to Jackie Morse without hesitation. He thinks he's made the right choice, but he later comes to me and grovels at my feet, begging me to take him back.

McKenna Maven Wright is a loving and kind young woman. She is the only female child of her family, her family being one of the wealthiest in the country. She has everything she could ever ask for. One day, her boyfriend left her just after an accident that took her parents lives and caused her brother to fall into a coma. What happens when she realizes everything she ever believed was a lie? Who will she trust again? Follow McKenna as she finds her way out of the tangles that later became her life.

They say such love is unacceptable, They call it stained, They tell us how to live our lives, Our feelings, decisions, and love they Forbade. Meet Mayra, an 18-year-old girl who knows nothing but torture in her life. She doesn't know who her family was and what she did to be abandoned. The only thing she knows is her life is destined to be in a filthy prostitute house. But is it? Meet Ved, the billionaire who seems to be the most eligible bachelor of the city but carries a lot of weight from his past. Not everything that is broken can be seen... What will happen when they meet? Will they accept this forbidden love? Let's find out...

A cross, over 5 generations ago dawned on Serene Brook, a bubbly yet exceptional beauty. She found out that she inherits the gene of werewolf and they are active in her. Fate brought Mountain Manuka pack werewolves in her path and everything spiraled off when she found out that King Samrat, the king to all werewolf has been looking for her for the past 200 years. Amidst gaining way into her newfound lycanthrope ability, she was thrown into a love triangle with Alpha Zaden and his Beta Orien. Will she be able to outsmart King Samrat? Will she find her true soulmate?

“Agatha.”“I’m not Agatha.”“Where’s the baby?”“There’s no baby.”“You aborted the baby?! How could you?!”“I’m not Agatha, and there’s no baby.”“Agatha…”Violet Wickham knew very clearly that she did not have amnesia, but for some reason, this man just kept thinking that she was Agatha River post-plastic surgery. He somehow even proved that they were once in a relationship. Violet fought back, but she was never able to escape from Lucius Davis’s control. She became his Agatha and had to accept the love meant for the beloved woman he had punished but lost. As time passed, she slowly forgot that she was Violet Wickham and loved Lucius with her heart and soul. But one day, he suddenly said, “I just got news. You’re not Agatha. You can leave whenever you want now.”

"Don't do this to me please, let me go, we'll pay your money back." I tried to beg him. "Shhh... No... Don't be doing that." He said holding my chin so I was looking into his eyes. "You now belong to me.." he said as he tightened his hold on my chin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ A young girl is kidnapped by a ruthless mafia boss and deceived into marrying him. Initially, he makes her life a living hell, but over time he finds himself falling for her. But their relationship is complicated and full of danger. Despite his allegiance to the mafia, he embarks on a forbidden romance with Isabella. The young girl struggles to understand what he wants from her and she must decide if she can escape the life she had been thrown into. Can their love survive the darkness around them or will it ultimately destroy the both of them?

"Miss Jackson, are you certain you want to undergo hypnosis? You should know that once the hypnosis begins, it cannot be reversed. Your body will be controlled by an alternate personality, and you will fall into a sleep from which you will never wake up again," the doctor asked in a grave tone from the other end of the phone. "Yes, I'm certain," Nina Jackson replied calmly.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.