Angel And Demon Love

A cross, over 5 generations ago dawned on Serene Brook, a bubbly yet exceptional beauty. She found out that she inherits the gene of werewolf and they are active in her. Fate brought Mountain Manuka pack werewolves in her path and everything spiraled off when she found out that King Samrat, the king to all werewolf has been looking for her for the past 200 years. Amidst gaining way into her newfound lycanthrope ability, she was thrown into a love triangle with Alpha Zaden and his Beta Orien. Will she be able to outsmart King Samrat? Will she find her true soulmate?

Faking Love is a story of two distinct individuals from very different worlds. Megan, who is strong-hearted is a celebrity boxer while Chris is a ghostwriter just trying to make ends meet. A chance encounter let their paths cross when they meet backstage in a boxing event. Megan is in the spotlight after her ex gets engaged to the girl, he cheated on her with, and she wants to quash the rumors that she's still heartbroken and pining for him. She decides to strike a deal with Chris, he becomes her fake boyfriend, and she pays him and also help to elevate his career. Perhaps she doesn't just want to be harassed by men or she needs Chris as a fake boyfriend to avoid ending up with a real one. Chris becomes the ghostwriter for her upcoming book about her life story and her against-the-odds championship win book and she offers to have him listed as the co-writer, giving him greater royalties, and helping him break into the traditional publishing industry with a higher profile than otherwise. What happens when fake love becomes real love?

A hard working woman, Bella lives her life after her husband passes away. With a lot of sadness and tiredness she continues her life with her children, when she encounters a kind hearted man who has no luck in love and is also sole heir to multi-billion dollar Dominic Enterprise Ltd., With the billionaire around her,Bella tries to find love again. But with an old flame coming into their life, will they find love? Join Isabella Woods in her story of finding love.

They say that psychos can never love. But what if a psycho falls in love? It sounds like a joke, doesn't it? But he punishes the people who make fun of his love in front of him. A ticket to hell. He is a psycho, A serial killer, A ruthless ruler, And what else? An Obsessed Lover. His heart decided to beat again, only after seeing her. He was drawn to her not only by her beauty but by her innocence. Because even the devil himself feeds on innocent souls. Her laughter settled in his ear. Her smile gave him breath and her face made his heart beat. Having found the reason to live once again, now he did not want to lose it. Now she had become a means of living for him. Why? Because have we not known from the beginning that love conquers all? Her innocent love conquered his evil but in the midst of all this, she lost her soul. How? Because he snatched it from her. He used his evil ways to get her and that is how he broke her. Injured her. And that was the reason, she could not love him back It was complicated. A pure venom was inflicted by him. In her. It was so toxic that it just made her soul leave her body. His insanity proved fatal. But whatever others say, the feeling was pure. It was naive and that is why it is still called Love.

"I want this girl." He let go of Azfarin with a jerk. Azfarin staggered to the ground and did not understand what the man was saying. But he was now walking back and forth, and the three black men were shaking their heads and heading towards Azfarin. "Till Heradi Macy's Op" "Pick up this girl" He was speaking in his own language, his neck pointing towards the girl. The atmosphere was in full swing, the sobs and cries of the people were drowning out in fear. Everyone was taking two steps back. The girl in the black shirt grabbed the woman's hand tightly. The weapons in their hands and the horrible looks were enough to terrorize. The tall man lifted the girl on his shoulder in one jerk, she was swaying from her shoulder to the back on her stomach, her legs were forward. "Leave me, leave me, save someone" She was screaming in pain and fear, hitting him on the back and trying unsuccessfully to free herself. Her hands were tied behind her back. The girl's screams were so painful that everyone forgot to cry and began to tremble. The echo of her screams was reaching far and wide in the forest. It was almost as if they, including the girl, were disappearing from their sight, a roar was heard. "Liu Har" "Leave her" All eyes were on Xavier.

Ginawang parahusan,binuntis ,saka iniwan nang walang pasabi-sabi! Tapos babalik ka ngayong wala na ang anak natin!" Wala kang kwentang ama! Pinabayaan mo kami nang ating anak!Paano pa ako magtitiwala sayo muli!Kaya nakikiusap ako sayo! lubayan mo na ako! Dahil kahit kaylan hindi mo na ma-ibabalik pa ang buhay nang ating anak! "Maghihiganti ako ! ' Hanggang humihinga pa ako!

Your cold eyes confuse my body in love with you, and the sound of your whispers and your breath when you stroke my neck is enough to make me obsessed!  I didn't want you but you became a part of me and your details are my bliss I adore your cold cruelty and your majesty when you are between black and white, and I even love having your head in my lap and your charcoal hair when it permeates between my fingers, you entered my life like hell and you forced me into you, if only you knew  How I love your confessions that confuse me!

Sharanya Sharma, a kind innocent and beautiful girl. Arnav Singh Raizada, handsome, successful and arrogant CEO. She is an angel. He is an ogre. She is the embodiment of love. His heart is full of hatred and revenge. Arnav was rude and arrogant, but his heart was like coconut, it was soft inside. He falls for Sharanya and her innocence. But the things twisted and one incident changed his life. He started hating her and the hatred was beyond the limit. Arnav's mother dramatically forced Arnav and Sharanya into marriage. He took signed on the divorce papers along with the wedding papers. He just made a contract while marrying her. Will Sharanya be successful in gaining a victory over his heart? Will she able to awake his love, his feelings stifled in his heart for her? Let's embark on the glorious journey, filled with love, hate, drama, jealousy and sacrifice...

"I curse you." A mewled whisper erupted her throat steadily raising her shaken up gaze. The man who had her jaw held in a terrific grip gave her a twisted smile having no effect from her words. He found them absurd and full of stupidity. "I CURSE YOU! YOU AND YOUR FATHER WILL LOSE ALL YOUR HAPPINESS AND PEACE! IT'S A CURSE OF A DAUGHTER, YOU IMBECILE!" She cried loudly right on his face which did snatch his smile but something in him refused to accept the power behind her curse. But her heart bled curse did what he considered a myth. Shaken up his soul. Tarnished his peace. Snatched his every happiness. He was left with nothing but agony and pain he once conflicted on an innocent. If you want to read a story full of regret, redemption, hate and pain then welcome. WARNING: THERE CAN BE GRAMMATICAL MISTAKES SO DON'T MIND.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.