A Stranger In My Arms

This is a story of a young girl Annabel whose parents are rich and famous but she doesn't want to be famous...she hide her identity and was always bullied ..but she prefers standing up for herself ...can she do that? or will a savior come to rescue her?

Synopsis : Bedroom, washroom, living room, office, elevator, there wasn't any place left where they didn't make out. However, everytime she did that* with him, she felt guilty, disgusted as the person was her sister's husband. She tried hard to avoid him, but he didn't let her escape from him. It wasn't she who wanted to cheat her sister by making out with her husband, it was he who continuously forced him on her and she simply couldn't resist him. This story is about Dimple who was having sex everyday and night with her own sister's husband, and her sister, Twinkle was completely unaware of her husband and sister's betrayal. Read the story to know what will happen when Twinkle finds about her husband and Dimple's sin.. How will she react? More importantly how will Dimple face her own sister? So, at last who will ends up with the playboy Arav singhaniya, who was messing up with these sisters, marrying to one sister, and having relationship with another?

Three days after my father’s death, I was home, planning his funeral. A woman and a group of bodyguards stormed in. She shoved me, hard. "Who the hell do you think you are?" she screamed. "Get out of my house! Now!" I froze, stunned. A new housekeeper? Maybe my brother Liam hired her. I kept my voice calm. "This house is mine. Liam knows that. If you have a problem, take it up with him." Her face twisted into a mask of rage. Then she slapped me. "Yours?" She scoffed, looking me up and down with disgust. "This is my boyfriend Liam's house. And you look like you don't belong here. I don't know if you're the new maid or the cook, but I don't care. Get the hell out. Now." My blood ran cold. I pulled out my phone and texted my assistant. [Tell Liam to get home and handle his girlfriend. Now. Or he won't see a dime of the family money.]

One night of reckless passion One night of sinful encounter One night of a steamy adventure. This was all Sabine said to herself as she walked into the popular sex club in her city with a masked identity as she gave herself away to a mysterious man for the night. What she doesn't know? This man is no ordinary man, he is the king of the Italian crime syndicate and America's infamous murderer. It was supposed to be a night of sinful escape ,of reckless pleasure but she has slept with Dominic Vitello, the man her father made the mistake of crossing. Now Dominic does not want revenge,he demands it and he has come to take it in the form of the one person he cannot seem to forget, the daughter of the police that led bus arrest, Sabine. Caught between two worlds, Sabine cannot help but feel for the one man she is supposed to hate with all her heart. He is diagnosed as a sociopath, someone who is incapable of human emotions except rage but for some reason, the dark haired beauty he has captive in his mansion has him spiralling as emotions hit him, something his doctor said could never happen. In the house she is held captive in, Sabine discovers a lot of secrets about her past- the police officer is not her father, and draws closer to the man that holds her captive, finding freedom in his toxic embrace.

I specifically accompany my wife, Sophie Caldwell, to visit her family during the holidays. My mother-in-law, Margaret Jackson, brings over a basket of apples. Then, she says in a half-teasing manner, "These apples are meant for the Jacksons. Once you've had your apple, you'll be blessed with a life as sweet as these apples. By the way, outsiders aren't allowed to take the apples." Everyone begins fighting for the apples happily. So, I grab an apple of my own too. The next thing I know, the atmosphere in the living room goes eerily quiet. Sophie drags me to a corner and starts berating me. "Are you so poor that you can't even afford to buy your own apple? Must you steal apples from my family? "Didn't you hear my mom saying that outsiders aren't allowed to take the apples? Why did you even take one from the basket? "Thanks to you, now Julius doesn't have an apple!" I look around my surroundings. It turns out that there are only eight apples in total, while we have nine people sitting in the living room. So the "outsider" she was talking about is me. I decide to hand the apple over to Sophie's godbrother, Julius Sterling. Then, I call my dad on the phone. "Dad, you don't have to bring the holiday gifts over now."

My three older brothers, Marcus, Jeremy, and Andrew Graham love me to the moon and back. Marcus clumsily practices peeling apples for me when I lie on a hospital bed. Jeremy blushes as he buys sanitary pads and prepares a warm drink for me when I have my period. Andrew spends all his pay to buy me new clothes and even declares, "Whoever bullies you will pay the price." He isn't shy to express his brotherly love for me. I once believed that my life would stay happy like this forever. However, my adopted sister, Mackenzie Falk, accuses me of swapping the graduation thesis she has been working on for three years. I suffer a heart attack on the spot.

Eric, my ex-husband and soon to be brother-in-law was annoyed. "Why the hell is she here anyway? I didn’t invite her." Emerson met his son, Eric's gaze. "I invited her." Both Eric and Rita looked at Emerson with questioning eyes. "Why would you invite her?" Eric asked his father "I asked her here because she is my plus one," Emerson said. "I asked her to marry me, and she said yes. She’s my fiancée."

On the day I received my prenatal test results, I heard a voice from inside my belly—my unborn child speaking to me. 'Mom, Dad will divorce you as soon as you give birth to me. His true love can't have children. That's why he married you. You're just a tool to give birth. Once I'm born, he'll divorce you, take me away, and go live happily ever after with her.' I believed every word. Without hesitation, I chose divorce. For nine months, I focused on carrying the pregnancy, planning to raise the child on my own. But on the day I went into labor, something went terribly wrong. The doctor said the baby was premature, and the position was dangerously abnormal. "The baby keeps flipping around inside you," she said. "It's like it's deliberately putting you through hell." Eight hours of emergency treatment accomplished nothing. In the end, it was a difficult labor—both mother and child died. As my consciousness faded, I heard that voice again. 'Haha. Dad never cheated at all. I lied to you.' Why would a child lie? I couldn't understand it, not even at the moment of death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I first received the prenatal test report.

“Uh-uh” My moan echoed the room” Yes baby! Go harder! Harder baby! Now call me flirty names while I fuck you hard like a sweet slut” My brother in law said. Tightening his grip on my waist and without warning, he pulled out slowly and slammed in harder. Khloe has everything a woman is supposed to want; a wealthy husband, a penthouse and a last name that opens every door in New York city. What she doesn't have is a husband who knows how to make her feel like a woman. Micheal Thomas is handsome, powerful and completely useless behind closed doors. Their bedroom is cold, silent disappointment that Khloe has learned to smile through. She tells herself that desire fades for everyone eventually. Then Samuel Thomas comes home. Her brother in law is everything she wanted and from the he touches her for the first time, she stops lying to her self entirely. What starts as on reckless and unforgettable night, quietly becomes an addiction neither of them can quit. He makes her feel worshipped, desired, satisfied and completely undone and Khloe finds herself closing the secret over everything she was supposed to to protect. I gasped as he banged harder!, covering my mouth with his hand and whispered “Be quiet, if you don't want your husband to hear us.” For months, they are careful, clever and dangerously good at pretending but every secret has an expiration date. “Will the secret leaked out or will it go deeper?

Mona, calm down. " I looked at him through narrowed lashes. "I have a name and that is Ivy. " I let my hands ran in my hair. "what exactly should I call you, brother, uncle or lover " He just watched, he stood there like an eucalyptus , seeing me this hurt yet he did nothing . He knew, yet he f