Abdullah Part 3

Olivia held out a glass of water, "Nothing to worry." She took it from her and nodded. She gulped the water hard from her throat. Liam would be furious. She was aware. His anger still scared her. They all left the room. Her heart began to thud thud in her ears. She didn't lift her head to watch him. She felt him. They left the room and did not say a word. He towered over her. She kept looking at her hands, looking at the circles over the tips of her fingers. "You'll take care of yourself or abortion," She heard him.

She is the girl he’ll never forget and he is the boy she can’t remember. Eros Adler’s job is simple: kidnap the girl, bring her to the dark forest, kill her, and hide the body where no one, especially her father who is the Night Walkers Alpha, will be able to find. The reality is far different than his expectation. Getting romantically involved is not in his plans - especially not with the person you are supposed to kill. But there’s just something irresistibly powerful about Val, even if her fiery, no-nonsense personality annoys him to no end. Leave it to Eros to kidnap the Alpha’s daughter; leave it to Val to capture the criminal’s heart. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Valeriya Sinclair is blessed with a second chance: she is rebirthed and comes back to the age of twenty. This time she will protect her family and make her enemies pay their debts. But first thing first, she must convince her kidnapper to help her. But can she resist the explosive attraction between them long enough to make this union actually work? ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ Book 3 of The A.R. Were World Series. Can be read as a stand-alone.

Serafina Vale didn’t want love anymore, she wanted war and a husband to help her start it. Her ex-fiancé slept with her stepsister and proposed to her on camera, in front of everyone. So yeah—she needed to hit back, fast and publicly. With help from her best friend, Rhea, she was supposed to meet a broke model at a diner. Sweet guy, easy to handle. Just enough to stir drama and ruin the happy couple’s fairytale. But she sat at the wrong table and accidentally proposed to the wrong man. Dorian Everhart was the opposite of harmless. He was cold, unreadable and terrifyingly rich. He absolutely had no business saying yes. But…he did. He married her the same day with no questions asked or rules attached either. She thought she was the one using him. But he didn’t seem to bulge, and now, she’s starting to wonder, who really set this up? Why does her stepsister flinch every time Dorian’s name comes up? and why does he know so much about her family? What the hell does he want from her? And worse….why does a part of her want him to take it?

She married him for revenge. They say grief makes you fragile. They're wrong. Six months ago, Carmela Ferrara’s sister Elena died under the protection of the one man that was supposed to keep her safe—Don Gabriele Conti. Her husband. Now Carmela has one goal: revenge. But nothing in the mafia is ever as simple as it seems. Gabriele is dangerous, damaged, and hiding deadly secrets about the night Elena died. And the closer Carmela gets to destroying him, the more she realizes her sister's death wasn't what everyone believes. In a world built on blood and betrayal, where every vow is a weapon and trust is fatal, Carmela must choose: continue her revenge or uncover the truth. Because the real killer is closer than she thinks. And in the mafia, that mistake could cost her everything. Some vows are made to be kept. Others are made to ruin. 'Til vengeance do us part. An enemies-to-lovers, dark, morally gray romance novel built on revenge, betrayal, self-destruction and revenge.

When she took his hand and pressed it between her thighs, he froze. Again, he looked at her, checking to make sure she was OK. Her hand was on top of his, her legs spread, her hips making small circles against his palm. “Baby? Are you sure?” “Yes.” “Jenny.” He took her chin and forced her eyes to meet his. “Completely sure?” “Yes.” She kissed him, her mouth hot and hungry. “Yes.” Chris pressed gently on her pussy, felt her incredible heat. With one finger, he found her through the material and she arched under him. Holy fuck, she’s so wet. So turned on. Oh, God, help me. **** Six years ago, Jennifer Sawyer survived something that nearly destroyed her. Now she’s rebuilt her life: successful restaurant, loyal friends, laughter reclaimed. There’s only one rule she refuses to break: no men. Not ever. Except Chris. He’s the only man she trusts… and even he’s never touched her. But when Jenny decides she’s ready to confront intimacy as part of her healing, there’s only one person she can ask. One name. One risk. Chris Brooker is a former Ranger turned mechanic, and he’s been quietly in love with Jenny since first sight. He knows her past is dark, even if he doesn’t know the details. When she asks for his help, desire collides with terror... of hurting her, of wanting too much, of losing her entirely. Step by fragile step, Jenny and Chris fight for every inch of trust and closeness. But healing changes everything. And the biggest question remains: is Jenny ready not just for touch, but for love?

Three days ago, I almost died. A birthday cake was needed for my sister, Rosa Esposito's birthday, so my dad told me to pick it up. He claimed that this was my way of making it up to Rosa for accidentally spilling coffee onto her new dress. When I was cornered in an alley by the thugs, I was in the middle of sending Rosa an apology text. They covered my mouth and dragged me into a van. That was when I heard them say, "Yup, that's her alright. That's the bitch named Rosa Esposito." I shook my head, trying to explain that I wasn't Rosa at all. But my name didn't matter at all when blows started raining down on me. That was how I spent the next three days in living hell. By the time I wake up in the hospital, my phone harbors a new family photo sent by Rosa. It features my dad, my older brother, Rafael Esposito, as well as my husband, Enzo Vitale. All three of them can be seen surrounding Rosa. When I was in the middle of getting pinned on the ground while feeling blades slashing my skin, these people were celebrating Rosa's birthday happily with her. Later on, Rosa smiles at my face. "Do you have any idea how much I hate that face of yours? I also hate how much better you are than me as well as the fact that everyone likes you more than me! "That's why I've robbed all of their love from you… be it Dad, Rafael, or your husband! You, on the other hand, deserve to be alone till the day you die!" At that moment, I've made three choices. First, I forge a miscarriage report. Next, I place a signed divorce agreement into a giftbox. Finally, I dial the number of my mentor, Sofia Bianchi. There, I agree to participate in a classified project research that will last for ten years without getting in contact with anyone. Since then, I, Valentina Esposito, have never existed in this world.

Liar. Selfish. Murderer. Asshole. All of these, and then some, can be and have been used to describe Dan Sanders—depending on who you ask. But if you know Dan, then you also know he wouldn’t bother denying any of it. However, the one thing no one ever has or ever will truthfully be able to call him is a coward. Especially, not his estranged crackpot brother, Chris. Though it's true that following the Rebecca Fairchild incident, the Sanders gang is in hot water. Dan has never been one to turn and run from a fight, and he doesn’t plan to start now. So while Chris may be brutal and undoubtedly brilliant, he would do best to remember what he lacks in mercy Dan lacks in morality. And there isn’t much he can’t or won’t do when you threaten those he cares for. A rivalry forged and bound by blood is nearing its climax. Chris the unforgiving versus Dan the unyielding. Let's just hope our anti-hero can clear his family's name before the bodies pile up and time runs out.

For the nine hundred and ninety-ninth time, the system in my mind warned me. [Warning! The lovesick part of your brain is highly active! If you refuse to leave John Miller, you’ll die an hour later!] I looked at my husband. He was scolding me for the sake of his secretary, who was his first love. I once burned down all of my award-winning drawings just because he disliked them. I calmly gave the system in my brain an order. “Since the cause of the malfunction is the lovesick portion of my brain, I hereby grant you the highest authority to remove it. Do the surgery now!” An hour later, John stopped me at the door of the ward. His eyes were bloodshot. “Grace Stone, what are you trying to pull?” I raised my head and watched him coldly and calmly. “Mister, you blocked the light. Based on an analysis, this constitutes an illegal detention. Do you need my help calling the cops?”

Her life was full of misery and pain until she found out about her mysterious lover on the day of her thirteenth birthday. That person started to take care of her from a distance. What would happen when she finds out her true identity? What would happen when she gets separated from that mysterious lover?

King Alexander , now angry and hurt , hunts down the newly wedded couple. He will do anything to get Rosemary back by his side , even if that meant burning her childhood home to the ground. Now on the run , with no place to go , Rosemary and her companions reconnect with a mystery person whose sole purpose is to keep them safe. However , will the help of this person be enough to stop Alexander? Or will he eventually find Rosemary and make her his? _________________________________________________________________________________ This book is the third in it's series : Book 1# - Be careful what you wish for Book 2# - Carefully she had wished Book 3# - A desperate wish This book is still based on the past , on the origin of Rosemary and Xavier's story.