A More Beautiful Question Novels & Stories

It took me ten years to become the right hand to Damian Costello, the Consigliere of the Costello crime family. From a nobody to the woman wearing his engagement ring. But two weeks before the wedding, I decided to throw that ring away. Everyone in the family knew how hard I had fought all these years just to stand by Damian's side. I gave up the chance to become a top trader on Wall Street, willingly becoming Damian's assistant, his shadow. This man was infamous for his coldness and exacting nature, keeping everyone at arm's length. So I hid my sharp edges, spending a decade wearing down his icy exterior with gentleness. I cleansed the blood from every dollar he made. I became a necessity to him, as essential as the air he breathed. I thought that after ten years, I had finally made my presence indispensable. And finally earned what looked, to outsiders, like a glimmer of his affection. The family's notoriously aloof genius actually remembered my birthday. He even made an exception, letting me spend the night in his private study when I was unwell. He didn't even push me away when, emboldened by wine, I pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. If the Don's daughter, Isabella, hadn't returned from Italy, I might have kept playing my part, clinging to that false dream forever. But sadly, there are no ‘ifs’. I am going to give up everything here and leave you.

“Do you like seeing yourself like this, Genevieve?” He whispered, lips pressed to my ear while his brother railed into me. “Soaked, trembling, painted with our cum like a perfect canvass?” A whimper fell from my lips as I gripped onto the headboard of the bed, silk sheets siding off my front as Felix suddenly got in front of me. His hard cock glistening at the tip. “Open your mouth, Genevieve…let us please you.” —- The Wrong Wife for Mr Whitmore: Pregnant, Divorced, and Back to Reclaim It All Genevieve Carlisle thought losing her husband was the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong. Because divorce was only the beginning. After a tragic accident leaves her struggling with fractured memories, Genevieve finds herself caught between two men she can no longer understand. Elias Whitmore, her ex-husband, the man she spent years loving, the man who chose another woman over her and is now engaged to someone else. And Felix Whitmore, Elias’s identical twin brother. The cold, untouchable one. The brother everyone swears is incapable of love. The brother who watches her for a second too long. Touches her like she’s something precious. Looks at her as though she’s already his. To make Elias see what he’s lost, Genevieve agrees to a fake relationship with Felix. It should have been simple. A little revenge. A little pretending. A way to make her ex-husband regret walking away. Instead, she finds herself trapped between twin brothers who fight over everything except her. Because when it comes to Genevieve, neither man is willing to surrender. As her lost memories slowly return, so does a shocking truth. This isn’t the first time she’s been caught between the Whitmore twins.

She wants affection but when she turns into someone's obsession, she does not know. Evianna Alonso is a young beautiful girl with her angelic features but she hides her true beauty to everyone's but she doesn't escape from the eyes of the Devil and when his gaze falls on her, she is caught in his grasp. Richard Moreno He is the ruthless king of his dark world. Cruelty, Callous and Brutality are just synonyms of his name! His gun speaks more than his words. Looking at his attractive features, no one can guess that he can be such a dangerous monster. What happens when he wants what he ruined with his own hands? Will she love him

Selene was a long-lost princess that grew up with her immortal parents in the world that she has after finding her on a stormy night. She was a beautiful and smart woman that dreamed to full fill her life as other normal people do. However, she won't have to do that because her destiny was chasing her. She needed to find the truth behind her personality as she found out that her destiny in this world was too elusive, for her. Until the time came and she found the world where she belong after a long journey. And from the new world where she was, she meet a man that she needed to avoid from the beginning according to her destiny. But her heart and her eyes seemed to be bounded on him. Do love matter despite of truth that she may know in the future? Is she able to make her destiny right for love or she will go to the flow of her revenge for the man that made her past life miserable?

Lucien Dravon does not forgive. He built his pack from nothing after the Oakshade Packs burned everything he loved to the ground. Six years later, he is still waiting for the right moment to finish what they started. Then the High Council hands him a choice, take the enemy Alpha's daughter as his bonded mate, or watch everything he rebuilt fall apart. He chooses the alliance. He tells himself it is a strategy. He is wrong. Alira Vael has spent her whole life paying for her father's sins with her silence. She is not a fighter. She is not a schemer. But she walks into Ashveil carrying something far more dangerous than a weapon, and she has been waiting years for the right person to give it to. The moment their hands touch, fate makes a decision neither of them asked for. He wants to hate her. She already knows why. But the longer she stays, the more his walls crack. And the more his walls crack, the closer she gets to the secret that could either end the blood feud between their packs, or light it back on fire. He swore to destroy her family. She came to help him do it. So what happens when the enemy you were built to hate turns out to be the one person who was always on your side?

My SAT scores are out. It turns out that I'm the top scorer of my state. But I insist on applying to an obscure, third-rate private college in front of my friends and family. Everyone thinks that I've gone nuts. Mom even gets down on her knees and begs me not to destroy my future. "You can go to any top college you want! Why must you attend that trashy college instead?" I remain unmoved despite the fact that everyone keeps convincing me to change my mind. What they don't know is that if I don't go there, everyone will die in three days.

Someone steals my takeout at the school gate. It is from a BBQ restaurant. Not only does the thief eat it all, but he also humiliates me in front of my classmates. He mocks, "Look, everyone! This is what a pauper would eat. Even my dog eats better than this!" He pulls out a stack of cash and slaps one bill against my face. Then, he tosses the rest into the air. "Happy birthday, beggar!" Three days later, he is burned to death in the alley behind the school, his limbs stretched out and tied to a tree. He is literally "grilled." And I become the murderer.

In the third year of her marriage to Anthony Lancaster, Simone Nolan is still the envy of every woman in Avenport. "Mr. Lancaster treats Mrs. Lancaster so well! Last time, she just coughed once, and he immediately gave her a full physical." "She married the nation's most authoritative doctor, after all. May I be this blissful in my next life!" Simone smiles, long used to the nurses' chatter. She's about to push the door open when she hears an argument inside. She falters. "Mr. Lancaster, are we still going to terminate Mrs. Lancaster's pregnancy later? This is already the third time!" "I've already told you that whenever Simone gets pregnant, an abortion has to be performed, no matter how many times." Anthony's cool voice pierces Simone's ears. Her face instantly becomes ashen. "But why? She has always wanted to have your children." Anthony's tone is icily sharp. "It's because of that surgery three years ago. I removed one of Simone's kidneys and gave it to Winona."

One night, as I was making my way to the bathroom around 3 a.m., I saw my dormmate, Yvonne, squatting in front of our door. She was rearranging all our shoes so that their tips were pointed inward. I thought it was funny, so I rearranged them to have their tips pointed outward. The next day, I found that all of them had been positioned inward again. This kept happening for a week, and I continued to scramble things up, hiding the shoes, even, or tying the shoelaces together. But they always ended up being repositioned neatly inward. I started observing my dormmate and found her mumbling to the shoes while squatting at the door. I ranted about it online, only to have my first reply send chills down my spine. [Do you also get the weird feeling that something paranormal is happening around you? You have to move out before it’s too late!]

People in our circle told the same joke at every gathering. "Jason's wife can't give him children, so she sends women to his bed every day. I wish the hag at my house had that kind of sense." They had no idea that my mother-in-law, Kate, was the one who had found those women and used my name to send them in. The first time, Jason Gibson threw the woman out and had a terrible fight with me. Afterward, he spent over ten million dollars on jewelry to make it up to me at the auction house. The second time it happened, he had barely touched her hand when he threw up. Then, he fought with me again. Afterward, he bought an estate and told me I would be the only woman by his side. - That was until the tenth woman. This time, he shut the bedroom door and did not come out all night. We stopped fighting. We stopped speaking. Everyone thought I would do anything to secure my place in the Gibson family and hang on to them for the rest of my life. But when I finally took out the divorce agreement, no one believed it. Not even Jason himself.