Amor Words

Para devolverle a mi amor platónico el derecho de heredar su familia mafiosa, le di una de mis córneas. Sin embargo, cuando él recuperó la vista, mi familia prefirió que se casara con mi hermana mayor en lugar de conmigo. En mi vida pasada, intenté encontrarlo y explicarle todo, pero me rechazó. Por si fuera poco, mi familia me exilió y morí la noche de su boda con mi hermana. Y entonces, renací antes de mi exilio. Esta vez, decidí abandonar mi grupo mafioso y a mi amor platónico por voluntad propia... Pero, ¿aquel jefe mafioso despiadado? Él se derrumbó por completo.

Mi prometido me pidió matrimonio en un puestito callejero, pero a ella le juró amor eterno en un yate de lujo. A 48 horas de la boda, lo dejé.

Cold. Ruthless. Decadently dangerous. These were the only words to describe Alpha Rose. Everything she touched bent to her will, and although strikingly beautiful as a red rose, she had a wall of vicious thorns.But, what happens to this "Big Bad She-Alpha" when she stumbles upon her mate- a mysterious omega from a poor rogue pack? And, what happens when an old friend with whom she shares an unspoken past, comes back into the picture?Is Alpha Rose prepared to face the most difficult battle of her lifetime- the battle of love, desire... and secrets?

"Do you think I want to be your wife?" Rose laughed scornfully. "Not in millions of time." "Yes, Rose. You're going to take Rosa's place! I don't need you to be my wife because I just need you to stand there in Rosa's place!" Robert's words were emphatic. "Do you know what happens if you refuse me? First, I will keep Kenzie out of your reach, second, I will deport your father Romeo, third, I will sell you to a brothel!"

“You are worthless and no man would ever love you. You should be grateful I stopped to marry you.” Those words from her husband of 5 years clanged through Jane's head like a drumbeat. Maybe that was why when her husband's gorgeous billionaire boss, Thorn seduced her, she fell for it. She knew it was wrong but for one night she wanted to taste pleasure and if her husband's boss would give she would accept. That one night of reckless abandon became the beginning of something bigger than her.

Mary had given everything to the war. Her dedication, courage, time and her will to be happy. But, the horrors of the war was one thing she took back- a present she could never return. She is also plagued by doubts and a conscience haunted by the words of a bitter brother. Faced with regret and shame, Joel mourns his brother’s death. But he believes that if she had not been Johnny’s nurse, his brother would still be alive. Can they, thrown into the same boat and faced with circumstances too big to handle alone, work together to save everyone?

In my past life, my selfish son stopped caring about my husband and me after marrying a woman who followed her mother's words like they were holy commandments. In fact, he orchestrates an accident to kill my husband and me under the influence of his wife and her family. It's all so he can inherit our fortunes earlier than expected. When I'm reborn, I look at my son, who's rotten to the core, and decide that I don't want him anymore!

“You’re just like a sister to me.” Those were the actual words that broke the camel’s back. Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other’s arms. I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn’t cross. He wasn’t just anyone, he was my brother’s best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting. But that night… we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real.... so I begged him to touch me. To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind. And he did. He held me like I was something fragile. Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe. Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could. So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain. Now, five years later, I’m back. Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold. And the man waiting for me at the airport isn’t my brother. It’s Tristan. And he's not the guy I left behind. He's a biker. An Alpha. And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.

{{I Drew Kizmet, Future Alpha of the Crescent Blood Peak Pack aquí-por rechazarte Jewel Stuart como mi Compañero y futura Luna de este pack}} Él sonrió y miró hacia abajo y a mí, lo miré directamente a los ojos y dije (( I Jewel Stuart del Crescent Blood Peak Pack aquí - por aceptar tu rechazo, ¿soy libre de irme ahora Drew? Llegaré tarde a Química)) Me doy la vuelta y me dirijo a clase y puedo sentir sus ojos así como otros los estudiantes me miran mientras camino por los pasillos y entro en el salón de clases (Jade, sé que recibiste el golpe del rechazo por mí, ¿estás bien?) (Sí, Joya, estoy bien, solo necesito descansar un poco) ( De acuerdo, gracias por hacer eso, tómese su tiempo y descanse, lo veré más tarde) (¡de acuerdo! Más tarde)Jewel era una guerrera, la primera hija de Laura y Jaxon Stuart, quienes eran guerreros de la vigésima generación en su manada. Jewel, naturalmente, creció duro y rudo como una luchadora, lo que la convirtió en un chico tonto, pero su familia la amaba y ella a ellos.Drew Kizmet, el primer hijo y el siguiente en la fila para el Título Alfa de Crescent Blood Peak Pack, sus padres Alpha Dustin y Luna Kristen Kizmet son líderes justos, justos y fuertes que tienen la intención de transmitir sus títulos una vez que su hijo encuentre a su compañero para enseñar y capacítelos en sus caminos y tomen el lugar que les corresponde como líderes y protectores de la manada.Averigüemos cómo resultan las cosas para Jewel y para Drew.

Depois de renascer. A primeira coisa que eu e minha irmã fizemos foi trocar de casamento. Na vida passada. Eu e minha irmã, Leticia Coelho, nos casamos no mesmo dia. Ela, gentil e recatada, casou-se com o general da Marinha, Marcos Falcão, frio e distante. Por Marcos ter perdido o aniversário de casamento para acompanhar o aniversário da sua primeira paixão, ela quis uma explicação. Ele, porém, afirmou estar de consciência tranquila, e assim os dois entraram numa guerra fria que durou cinquenta anos. Já eu, de temperamento explosivo, do tipo que prefere agir a discutir, acabei casada com o contador de uma fábrica mecânica. O contador era calmo e vivia reclamando que eu falava alto demais e não sabia me arrumar. A cada três dias era uma discussão pequena; a cada cinco, uma briga grande. No fim, brigávamos tanto que ele acabou simplesmente não voltando mais para casa. Em menos de um ano de casamento, nos divorciamos. Ao abrir os olhos novamente, eu e Leticia voltamos ao dia em que nos casamos juntas...