A Receita Do Amor

A amiga de infância do meu marido engravidou. Eu também. Para proteger a reputação dela, ele inventou que o filho dela era dele. E o meu... Era um bastardo, fruto de uma escapada. Quando entrei em pânico e o confrontei, ele só disse na maior frieza: — Paula Sousa é de uma família supertradicional. — Ela não aguenta fofoca assim. Naquele dia, olhei para o homem que amei por sete anos. Eu decidi que não o amaria mais.

Meu marido juiz, Domício Negrão, decidiu por conta própria doar um dos meus rins para sua eterna paixão, Anabela Monteiro, que sofria de insuficiência renal. Eu tentei explicar: eu também tenho falência renal. Se eu perdesse mais um rim, eu morreria. Mas ele gritou comigo com desprezo: — Belinha tá morrendo, e você ainda tem coragem de sentir ciúme?! Onde está sua compaixão? Por ordem dele, fui levada ao hospital, obrigada a doar meu rim. E foi lá, sozinha, esquecida num canto frio do hospital... que eu morri.

Avery Whitney was just your average girl trying to blend in. Her crush, Preston Adams, says otherwise. He sees her as an annoying nobody who doesn't deserve to exist in this world to the point he humiliates her in front of the whole student body. She felt utterly heartbroken so with that she vowed to herself that someday, he will get what he deserves. Four years later, she was now the Revenge Artist. She knows everybody's deepest darkest secret and uses it as an advantage for people who seek her help with 100% paybacks-a-bitch guaranteed. For payment, she doesn't need anything. Just the soaring feeling of accomplishment that she gets after doing the deed. The day came when luck was on her side. She caught Preston making out with the young hot Chemistry teacher, Ms. Brooks. Preston however was not pleased since he remembered what he did to Avery four years ago. She uses this to her advantage as blackmail so if Preston won't do any of her bidding, word will leak out about his indiscretion and that won't do any good for him. He will lose his popularity, his long time girlfriend Deana, his chance for football scholarship and worse, expelled. Little did she know that the more time she spent with Preston, the fluttering feeling she had for him would return.

Quando meu marido, o presidente, soube que eu havia, voluntariamente, cedido um projeto de dezenas de milhões à assistente que ele mais estimava, achou que os três meses de silêncio entre nós finalmente haviam surtido efeito. Então ele tomou a iniciativa de sugerir uma viagem de lua de mel à Islândia. No entanto, ao saber disso, a assistente ficou extremamente enciumada e ameaçou pedir demissão da empresa. Meu marido, que sempre a mimava, entrou em pânico e passou três dias e três noites tentando consolá-la. Depois disso, alegando uma viagem de negócios, voltou a romper a promessa da lua de mel e ainda deu a ela a segunda passagem da viagem. Mais tarde, ele me explicou tudo com total indiferença: — Coisas do coração são pequenas. O trabalho vem sempre em primeiro lugar. Como presidente, tenho que priorizar os negócios. Você é minha esposa. Deveria me apoiar nisso, não é? Olhei para a publicação recém-postada pela assistente no Instagram, uma foto dos dois como um casal, cabeça com cabeça, fazendo coração com as mãos. Não disse uma palavra, apenas assenti levemente. Meu marido achou que eu tinha me tornado mais generosa e compreensiva. Ficou satisfeito e prometeu que, ao retornar, ia me levar para uma lua de mel ainda mais romântica. Mas ele não sabia. Eu já havia pedido demissão, e ele já tinha assinado os papéis do divórcio. Entre ele e eu, não haveria mais um "depois".

Meu marido Alfa, Ryder, sempre detestou o som de um filhote a chorar. Mas, recentemente, ele começou a cuidar do filhote recém-nascido da minha irmã adotiva, ficando ao lado dele no berçário todas as noites até o amanhecer. Toda vez que Ryder saía do nosso quarto para o berçário, uma dor forte e inexplicável perfurava meu peito. Essa agonia durava a noite inteira, até o amanhecer, quando ele voltava. Eu finalmente tinha chegado ao meu limite. No Festival da Lua Cheia, anunciei na frente de toda a alcateia que estava rejeitando nosso Laço de Companheiro. A conexão mental da alcateia explodiu em sussurros de que a batalha havia danificado minha mente. Uma luz dourada acendeu nos olhos de Ryder enquanto ele me encarava, descrente. — Por eu estar ocupado demais para verificar se você estava bem quando se feriu, você está rejeitando nosso laço por causa de um filhote de seis meses? Eu não o encarei. Em vez disso, meu olhar se demorou na leve marca de batom borrada dentro da gola dele. Minha voz tremeu, mas não vacilou. — Já que você ama tanto o filhote dela, assim que nosso laço for rompido, você poderá ser abertamente o pai.

In a library of an esteemed university a girl was quietly sitting on the chair reading a book about financial management.The girl had coffee brown colored hair falling up to her hips, small eyes which took the shape of crescent moons whenever she smiled ,straight and sharp nose, a well proportionate body and was clad in all black sweatshirt and tight jeans with black boots covering her feet , which was making her look more fairer and more badass. Suddenly the girl experienced a sharp pain piercing her heart, and ran out of the library and there she saw a boy in all black outfit standing with his friends . Her heart urged her to move towards that boy so, she did. With her every step her pain seemed to lessen. She deliberately walked a few steps in front of him and then took some steps back and asked the boy. Honey, Do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again? THE COVER IS NOT MY WORK, I TOOK IT FROM PINTEREST THE OWNER CAN ASK ME TO TAKE DOWN THE COVER ANY TIME, I WON'T HAVE ANY OBJECTION!!

"Hi, I’m Ethan Moore. You're mine from this moment onward," he declares, holding the car door open for her. “What?—” Elizabeth exclaims. “Get in the car,” Ethan commands, unfazed by her protest. “What—I don’t even know who you are—you think having a baritone voice can make you stand in front of me and spout rubbish from that godforsaken thing you call a mouth?!” Elizabeth's irritation is palpable. Ethan smirks. Nice, she’s got a sharp tongue—he likes sharp tongue. Turning to the nearest bodyguard, he orders, “get her in the car.” Meeting Elizabeth's gaze, he adds, “if she resists, throw her in the trunk.” .............................................. Pressured by his parents to marry, Ethan Moore is forced to kidnap a stranger. He offers her a deal to pose as his wife whenever necessary. *** All Elizabeth Claire wants is to escape the clutches of the crazed billionaire who kidnapped her. She tries various tricks to break free, but her attempts are thwarted when…

The night before her wedding, Chelsea saw her sister whimpering in her fiancé's arms. She called the night escort service for s#x revenge. So he spends the night together under the influence of alcohol. Little does she know that the man she thought was a night companion, turns out to be Liam Shax, the narcissistic and spoiled CEO!

This is no ordinary werewolf tale. Romance and fantasy collide with a curse spun from prophecy and obsession. This is a story of torment and resilience. Of wolves and gods. Of a woman broken again and again, only to rise stronger each time. And at the heart of it all… is a love fated by the Moon. If you’re the kind of reader who thrives on slow-burning tension, this tale will consume you. But tread carefully: the deeper you go, the darker it gets. -------------- Alinta Ull, a bookish, headstrong, and haunted werewolf. Since her eighteenth birthday, tragedy has stalked her in a cruel pattern. Every three years, it brings death, rejection, or abandonment. She believes the Moon has cursed her, and… maybe it has. Desperate to escape her fate, she and her fierce wolf, Angela, travel to the rumoured resting place of the Rogue Deity, a mythical werewolf prophesied to rise beneath the eighth crimson moon. Coincidentally, on Alinta’s thirtieth birthday. But fate is a cruel thing. Something, or someone is watching. A wolf obsessed. A monster in disguise. One who has waited years to possess her, and now has no intention of letting go. In a world where devotion becomes delusion, and love becomes a weapon, one truth remains: Some mates are chosen by the Moon. Others are stolen by monsters. -------------- Content Warning: This novel contains dark and mature themes, including sexual assault, emotional and psychological abuse, trauma, captivity, and manipulation. While it ultimately becomes a tale of hope, rebirth, and true love, the road is long, raw, and often tragic. Reader discretion is strongly advised.