All The Little Bird Hearts นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Hanya is mad with the Alegre especially with Keze, because of what they did to her. Keze is her rival in everything, because he's always there where ever she was. Even with her previous boyfriends were convinced by Keze to broke up with her. She left their place angry with Keze and the Alegre's. Five years later they met again, and that's when she found out that Keze had only done those things to get closer to her and not to go to anyone else. Will she believe that the young man has loved her for a long time or she will still take revenge on him and not be fooled by him anymore. ? ..

After being accepted into a prestigious university located in upstate New York, Rose Campbell, a visual arts student begins her academic life. Together with her newest group of friends, who become her family, she is ready to begin her new journey as an adult and face all the challenges that come her way. When Christian Davis, a mysterious chemistry student, unexpectedly enters her life, Rose discovers a new source of inspiration for her days, and most of all, that love and hate are separated by a thin line.

Rule #1: Never lust after your father’s best friend. Rule #2: Especially if he’s the most powerful Alpha in the territory. Ava is unmated and desperate for a connection. When Alpha Xavier arrives for her birthday, the atmosphere shifts from celebratory to electric. He’s always been a distant figure of respect, but tonight, he’s a temptation Ava can’t escape. After a literal "eye-opening" encounter that leaves Ava swooning—quite literally—she realizes that the man her father calls a brother is the only man she wants in her bed. The scent of his skin is a drug, and his touch is a wildfire. When the house goes quiet and the doors are closed, the forbidden tension finally snaps. Ava is about to learn that some bonds are forged by the Moon, but the best ones are stolen in the dark.

While I was on vacation with my parents, we stood on the deck overlooking the sea when my father suddenly asked, "Mother duck says quack, quack, quack, quack. But?" I was about to reply, "Only four little ducks came back," when he kicked me into the water. "What's taking you so long to finish a song? Are you cognitively arrested or what?" he barked. Cold water filled my lungs like lead as I bobbed in the waves. "Help me, Dad! I can't swim!" My mother told the captain to steer the superyacht away instead. "Then stay in the water a little longer. Self-preservation may finally make you learn to swim. That's what you need. Real grit and adversity to unlock your potential." I flailed my arms and fought to stay afloat, but panic took over. My right leg cramped and refused to move. I could only watch the superyacht fade into the horizon. I drifted for a while before I could catch up with my parents' superyacht. I wished I could tell them how many ducks came back, but they would never hear my voice again.

Mia always knew she was as ordinary as a girl could be living a life of bliss along with her mother untill the day she died. On her death bed her mother let her know that she was the illegitimate daughter of the ruling Wolf Clan king of the East. But that was not the end of it all.The curse that was chasing her was because of the baby she was carrying in her womb from her husband about whom she knew very little, except the fact that he worked at the Wolf embassy in the mortal world. Something was not right. The curse could only be evoked if there was any illegal 'blood-ties' formed between the Wolf Clan of the East and Fox Clan of the West. Scared, alone, afraid and running from inevitable doom, the only logical conclusion her mind could come to was that, her wolf was infact a fox in wolf's hide.

“I love you Tracy, even in my next life I still will. ” Tyler said as he fixed his intense gaze on me. “And I love you too.” I replied as I wrapped my hands around his neck, leaving the slightest space between our bodies. Never in my life did I ever think I will ever fall in love with a man I tortured and was suppose to kill with my bare hands. He came into my life and showed me all the ways of love.

After seeing the engagement invitation of her beloved man Anya Arora ran away like a coward. So picking up her broken heart and pride, distancing with everyone and binding herself with new shackles of promises, she left but she never knew she will met a devil who will make her life upside down.

I gave birth prematurely, just twenty days before the due date. Two hours after I entered the surgery room, I had a stillborn baby. I did not cry at all. I did not even spare a glance at the dead baby. I endured the pain from childbirth and calmly walked into the hospital nursery. After the door was tightly shut, I turned down the temperature of the air-conditioning. The temperature inside the nursery would be too cold for newborns to bear after an hour. The doctors and parents were begging me on their knees to let their babies live. They screamed and cried. They said I was a mother and hoped that I would understand. Instead, I laughed and said, “Yes, I was a mother. But my baby died!” The gynecologist knelt on the floor and begged, “We may be at fault for not being able to save your baby, but these babies are innocent! “Please don’t be reckless just because you lost your baby! You’re so young. You’ll have more babies in the future.” I gritted my teeth and roared, “But my baby isn’t dead! “She’s still alive. I’ll give you one hour. Bring her back to me!” But I was unsure if she would still be alive after an hour.

While I was five months pregnant, my husband, Randall Harris, accompanied his assistant to the hospital for an IV drip.   He even posted a selfie with her on social media.   I called him, and he lied straight to my face, saying he was stuck in a meeting at the office.   When I confronted him, he fought with me, gave me the cold shoulder, and then went straight back to his assistant for comfort.   “Are you sure you don’t want to notify the baby’s father? The surgeon asked me. “After this surgery, you won’t ever be able to have children again.”  I closed my eyes.  “He’s dead to me.” 

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.