Amor Fati Means

It was a beneficial relationship for the both of us. A loveless and contractual realtionship. But, why did I let myself to have this feeling? Since when did I have this feeling? Is it possible for my love to be returned? Is it possible for me to stay with you? I want to be with you even if it means betraying everyone, If I can stay with you by leaving everything behind... I'm willing to do it without any hesitation. If loving you means danger, then I would gladly offer my life just to be with you!

Comprei pela internet um espírito sedutor da mitologia medieval, ele é bonito e frio. Mas ele ficava ronronando o tempo todo, me encarando em silêncio, e sua temperatura corporal estava absurdamente quente. Com medo de que ele estivesse doente, corri para falar com o atendimento ao cliente. Do outro lado, após ouvir minha descrição, o atendente ficou em silêncio. [Prezada cliente, é possível que ele não esteja doente, mas apenas com tanta fome que queira te beijar ou fazer alguma outra travessura?]

Would you love something that is broken or admire something that had fell into pieces? Would you hold it close to your heart and accept it, even if it means you'll get cuts? She was broken yet bravely collected herself together. She started a new life and decided to forget everything in the past by creating a fabricated image of herself. Would you dare look beyond the facade she made to get to know her more?" But getting closer means hurting her; digging for more from her past would destroy her. Would you gamble all the chance of helping her fix everything up, even though you’d break her more and make her feel worse? Or would you only admire her from afar and maintain your distance, to keep everything in place that she had built. Would you fight for her even if it means fighting against her?

M. I. A. Means Merciless in action. Just stay on and see what really cursed this super cool story have scuh a name.

Mae is the secret wife of Alpha Werewolf President Aaron. As an Omega, she has always been nothing more than useless in his eyes. But when her sister, who disappeared eight years ago, suddenly returns, Mae finally decides to break free from Aaron's cage. Yet, he hunts her down, determined to control her. This arrogant, cold-hearted man has never understood what it means to win someone back. He refuses to admit he loves her—only to slowly learn the painful lesson of what it means to lose the one thing he always took for granted...

Meu namorado foi diagnosticado com câncer e precisava de um transplante de fígado. Quando descobri que éramos compatíveis, aceitei sem hesitar doar parte do meu órgão. Tive dois terços do fígado removidos. A dor era insuportável. E mesmo assim, assim que recobrei a consciência, só pensei em correr até ele. Ouvi ali, na porta, o que acabou comigo de vez. — Cara, você é um gênio. Ninguém mais pensaria numa vingança tão perfeita. — Elogiou o amigo dele. Ele riu, com desprezo: — É uma pena que eu não queira causar muita confusão, senão eu teria tirado logo um dos rins dela. A culpa é dela, por fazer a Cami perder o vestibular e acabar indo estudar fora. Daqui a um mês a Cami volta, e eu me livro de vez dessa idiota.

"I'm homiesexual. That means I fuck my friends platonically." Mateo and Kieran are best friends with benefits. It's not a big deal - until they start to catch feelings.

“I was supposed to marry a prince. Instead, I was claimed by the devil.” Isabella Russo was raised to be a bride, obedient, graceful, and prepared to seal the most powerful alliance between two mafia dynasties. Her destiny was written: marry Angelo Moretti, the beloved heir to the Moretti empire, and secure peace between bloodlines. But on the morning of her wedding, Angelo is found dead. And standing in his place at the altar, with ice in his veins and hell in his eyes, is Dante Moretti, the ruthless, cold-blooded bastard brother who was never meant to inherit anything… except perhaps her. With one whispered vow and a signature on a contract forged in death, Isabella becomes his wife. But Dante didn’t just inherit a bride. He inherited a problem. Angelo’s death wasn’t an accident. It was a message. And Isabella, caught in a web of lies, betrayal, and violence, holds the key to secrets that could destroy the entire Moretti family. As tensions between rival families rise and enemies close in, Dante will do whatever it takes to protect what’s his. Even if it means breaking her. Even if it means unraveling her. Even if it means falling for the one woman he was never supposed to touch.

El Alfa de la Manada Luna Ascendente no perdona una deuda y mi padre ya no tenía más dinero, nada con qué negociar para salvar su propia vida. Excepto a mí. El Alfa me miró, y pude ver que pensaba que no valía lo que había perdido. "Ella puede darme un heredero", decidió Varon. "Y quizás eso pague la deuda. De lo contrario, el trato se cancela." Y así, le pertenecía a él. Pero él no tenía gusto por una compañera. Y yo no tenía gusto por él. Así que, el vínculo de compañeros era peligrosamente incompleto. Estaba segura de que a ninguno de los dos nos importaba. Lo odiaba. Casi más que a mi padre que me había vendido. Entonces, la Manada Niebla Carmesí vino a mí con una oferta. Me liberarían de mi prisión si les ayudaba a destruir a la Luna Ascendente y a Varon. Fue una elección fácil de hacer y acepté sin preguntar. Después de todo, si fallaba en dar a luz a un hijo, entonces estaría muerta. Pero, ¿y si mis sentimientos hacia Varon de repente empezaran a cambiar? «Entregada al Alfa» es una creación de Claire Wilkins, una autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Cumplía años y mi esposo, Don Damián, me regaló el collar de perlas de su difunta esposa. Me lo puse para la cena. Mi hijastro, León, enfurecido, me arrojó vino tinto encima. Fui el hazmerreír de toda la fiesta. —¡Maldita! —me dijo entre dientes—. ¿Acaso crees que por ponerte las joyas de mi mamá vas a poder reemplazarla? Me clavó una mirada gélida. Y luego gritó: —¡Lárgate de mi casa! Pero su madre murió cuando él era un bebé. Fui yo quien lo crio. Alguien le metió cizaña. Le dijeron que yo había matado a su madre. Ahora cree que soy una víbora que engatusó a su padre. ¿Y su padre? ¿Mi esposo? Él nunca me vio realmente. Solo veía el fantasma de Cristal. No se me rompió el corazón… ¡se hizo añicos! No me amaron. Ni siquiera me tomaron en cuenta. Así que me fui. Entonces, ¿por qué, cuando por fin me había ido, volvieron de rodillas, suplicándome que volviera?