All Or Nothing

My best friend and I grow up together, and we each have our childhood friends. When we're old enough, we marry our childhood friends. One is a doctor, and one is a firefighter. We even fall pregnant one after the other. During our pregnancies, we go out for a stroll. Suddenly, I'm rammed over, and I fall into the river. My best friend miscarries after trying to save me, and my child dies in my belly, too. I call my husband. However, he roars, "Cass is in danger; I have to save her first! Stop bothering me!" My best friend is also reprimanded by her husband. After giving birth to the dead fetuses, we both decide to get divorced. However, the two men weep and beg us not to leave.

"I kissed you because I wanted to, make no mistake about that. I have never regretted, in fact, it has given me some hope." he was more candid than she expected. The fact that he wanted to kiss her was beyond her. "Hope?" she echoed. Unable to fully comprehend where the conversation was heading. "I have an arrangement I would like to propose." he was blunt, his voice strong and serious. There was no longer any hint of the gentleman she witnessed the day before. "What kind of arrangement?" she found herself hanging on his every word, it was clear who controlled the state of the conversation. "A temporary one...between us." he waited for her reaction but Ivory herself was unsure of how to react or respond. She had never found herself in a situation such as this and she thought the likelihood of it actually happening was nil. "I want you, Ivory, in more ways than one. Last night proved that you may have the same desires." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

Who never had it hard? André Pastore reunited with his family after 19 years. A night changed everything for him and his brothers, Drake and Enzo Pastore as Emily Foreman who wanted to enjoy the night as a graduate entered their lives subconsciously. They found themselves attracted to her seamlessly and with less effort. But, Emily is not the type that enjoys the company of men. She only takes pleasure in seducing them and leaving them to fight their sexual urges themselves – she counts this as punishment for everything she has faced in life. The three brothers; Sons of Raymond Pastore, the renowned billionaire, fell in love with Emily who catches fun with men and dumps them when she wants. She faced an ill fate when she found out that the three men she was trying to play with were brothers. Deep inside each one of them, she didn't know what to do. Three brothers in her life right now, she wants to choose one, but who would she choose? This is a story of love, family, and secrets.

On our wedding day, Jon Zeller flies to an island for a trip with his childhood sweetheart. I'm greeting our friends and family when I receive a notification to pay for their bills at an expensive hotel. When everyone doubts the authenticity of our relationship and mocks me, all Jon says is, "A wedding is just for show. You can handle it yourself." He hangs up without another word. My father is so enraged that he ends up in the hospital after getting a heart attack, and I'm in desperate need of money for his surgery. Yet Jon uses the money to pay for a romantic fireworks show for his childhood sweetheart. When my father wakes up, I tell him I'll marry the man he's picked for me.

Ryan,a seventeen years old boy finally escaped from his abusive adoptive father after getting beaten to pulp. And ran away in a new city where he knew no one except his childhood buddy, Darius who lived in that city for his studies. This young man was delighted to hear from Ryan, who had gone incognito for over a year. Atleast finally Darius would get a chance to confess his feelings but he decided not to rush. However,when Ryan met Owen, a good-looking guy in the book store, he felt something. Something so different and dificult to understand for a teen boy who never went out of the mansion his adoptive father kept him like a prisoner. Will his budding feelings for Owen Davenport, son of a CEO, lead him to happiness with acceptance or someone else will take his heart, like his childhood friend who was blessed to have him again in his life? What will happen when Ryan tells Owen about his feelings? Acceptance or a heartbroken rejection, Read the novel to find

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”

Love has so many faces, but there's only one meaning. It depends on a situation you had. Delmond loves his sister so much. He does everything for her, even risk his own life, even the person he loves the most. "You need me, but my sister needs you more!" Delmond says. How painful it was for them to overcome the struggles and trials they had gone trough? And those all lies make turns into reality. Who destined them for each other? Read and follow their love life story here at, "Nothing but to lie."

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

I receive a mysterious parcel on my fifth wedding anniversary. Inside the box are photos of my husband, Luke Madden, being intimate with his assistant. The photos go back a long time—they seem to start from over five years ago. The latest one was taken half a month ago. He, his assistant, and their daughter are playing by the seaside. They smile brightly in the photo and look like a happy family of three. I suppress my devastation and take medication to terminate my pregnancy. Then, I pull out my phone to text my mother. "I'll do as you say and get a divorce, Mom. I'll be back next month to take over the company."

I was the heiress switched at birth by a nanny. It was not until I turned eighteen that my biological parents finally found me, and traded me back for the girl they had raised and loved as their own. However, fate played a cruel joke that very same week. My parents died in a car accident. The family business collapsed. In one night, I lost everything. My older brother survived, but his kidneys failed. I did not hesitate. I gave him mine. However, grief broke something in him. Blaming me for our parents' deaths, he spiraled into madness. "You killed Mom and Dad! Why wasn't it you who died instead?" he screamed. I gave up college and took on three jobs a day just to pay for his treatment. Years passed. One day, while cleaning a mansion as a housekeeper, I saw her, the "sister" I was traded for, gliding through a lavish party, dressed in designer clothes and dripping in jewels. I froze when I heard the voices I had long thought silenced. My parents, alive, speaking to her as gently as ever: "Jasmine, you're so compassionate… agreeing to end Helen's punishment early." My brother, the one who should still be seeing a therapist, frowned and objected. "No. Not even a day less. Just because she suffers a little doesn't mean she deserves to live." I glanced down at the medical report still warm in my hands. For the first time in years, I smiled. "Perfect," I whispered. "Now I can finally die like I wanted to."