Apaixonada Pelo Amigo Do Papai

What do 26 years of friendship, plus 26 years of pent-up, sexual frustration, and one drunken, exciting, night on the beach get me? I just found out I'm pregnant with my best friend's baby... How the hell am I supposed to tell him that we're having a baby together? How will he react, and will he want this blessing just as much as I do? What's even worse is our parents have started to date each other... What does that mean for Cole and me?

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.

“How do you feel?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “How do you think I feel?” I returned the question, staring back at him defiantly. “Perhaps I should continue?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Can you please step back, your fiancée is just meters away and this is not the right way to stand with a woman”. I said, my voice firm, and his face turned into a scowl. “Why are you keen on torturing us?” He asked, one of his hands trailing downwards, “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you like it when I flirt with her?” He inquired, his hands now in between my laps and I bit back a moan, “Do you want me to touch her like this?” He added, his fingers slipping into panties and I immediately held his hands, “Stop! Guards and maids are around, Sophia is still at the dining table” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Answer the question, Ava”. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After her husband’s betrayal and a hospital error, Ava discovers she’s carrying the child of Billionaire Zayn Beckham. Forced into a surrogacy contract, Ava’s stubborn nature and determination clash with Zayn’s dominant personality and he finds himself falling in love with his supposed surrogate, despite his girlfriend’s presence. As Ava’s pregnancy journey progresses, secrets are revealed, their lives are threatened by attacks, putting the baby’s and Ava lives in danger. With each attempt on their lives, Ava and Zayn must fight to protect their unborn child and struggle to get over their growing feelings for each other. Can they overcome the obstacles and find a happy ending? Find out more about their love story as you subscribe.

BLURB I stare numbly at the man before me, my eyes already burning with hot, salty tears. “Did I not make it clear that you’re mine?” He growls sharply. “How many times do I have to tell you that you belong to me, Aella? You’re mine. This wedding is going to happen… and there’s nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.” I shut my eyes, finally loosing the battle with my tears as they stream down my cheeks in torrents. I turn to the priests desperately. Right now, he’s my only hope. “Don’t I get a choice, priest? Isn’t my consent needed for this?” Roman takes another step forward and this time, I’m pressed up against his hot, hard chest. “Do not start a war you cannot finish, princess. This marriage is happening. Until death do us part.” ________________ What would you do if you walked into school one day to see your best friend aggressively locking lips with your boyfriend? Aella is the average New York college girl. However, her life takes a dark turn when she arrives at school one day to the horrible sight of her so-called best friend and her boyfriend, Roman, making out at the library. Hurt and betrayed, Aella runs out of the building only to be hit by a car. Waking up from a two year long coma, she finds Roman waiting for her with only one mission in mind……. to make sure she forgives him and takes him back. Because she belongs to him and him alone. Aella tries to refuse him but her parents are indebted to him and there's no escaping his trap. He’s the darkest of all the gods… and her worst nightmare.

"Buy me, Mr. Gabriel Esguerra and I will do everything for you basta bayaran mo ako katumbas ng utang ng pamilya ko kay Oliver," buong tapang na sabi ni Gianna. Wala na siyang ibang choice kung 'di lunukin ang pride at kahihiyan, maisalba lamang ang kaniyang pamilya mula sa pagkakalugmok. Seryoso siyang tinitigan ni Gabriel na tila ba binabasa siya pero walang panghuhusga sa mga mata nito. "Sigurado ka ba sa sinabi mo, Gianna?" "I-I don't have a choice, Gabriel at kung may kaya akong gawin for my family, I'm willing to do it." Nangingilid na ang luha sa kaniyang mga mata dahil kahit siya'y naaawa sa sarili. "Five millions is really a huge amount of money and do you think, papayag akong ikaw lang ang kabayaran niyon?" "H-hindi pa ba ako sapat?"

Conrad Galvan ruined Beatrix Lucena's life when he forced her to become a captive wife With a single stare, he claimed her and forced her to become his. In his own bed she ruined her! Her body is his. To do whatever he wants. Anywhere he wants. Whenever he wants to. At the altar, Conrad promised her that she would be loved and protected. In private, he makes her do things that are against her will. But what can she do? She is one of his toys. He owns her. Night after night, she surrenders her body to the longings of the cruel Mafia Lord. Her suffering and pain were Conrad's joy and pleasure. He took over her body and continued to crush her heart. All she wanted was to escape from the claws of him buried in her whole being. But worse, Conrad's cruelty to her resulted, she was carrying his baby, and it's growing in her womb!

I became an assassin to save my family. I never expected to save my target instead. Buried under my parents' debts and my grandmother's medical bills, I made a desperate choice. I sold my soul to a shadowy organization, my first mission: to eliminate a ruthless mafia. The job went sideways. In the chaos, I did the one thing an assassin should never do—I saved his life, Det. Now, I am forced to become is bodyguard. He became my sanctuary and my greatest threat. Every moment with him blurs the line between duty and desire. But the deeper I fall, the closer I get to a devastating truth: Det’s family is responsible for my parents' death and my grandmother's cruel fate. Now, I'm torn between my heart and a vow of vengeance. Do I follow my grandmother's last words to kill them all, or do I protect the man I was never supposed to love?

This story involves a powerful halfbreed Alpha female she-wolf, Hope Ellis. Her fated mate counterpart Alpha Wyatt Harris and their adventures in finding each other and her mother's killer. Wyatt wants a life with his mate, but all Hope wants is vengeance. Wyatt will do whatever it takes to have Hope as his own, even taking on a pack of blood thirsty werebears, and Hope will do whatever is necessary to keep him safe and finish her mission. Only then will she allow herself to be with the man she loves.

After my husband cheats, my relatives advise me to be tolerant and forgiving. Why? Because my husband's mistress is pregnant, and I'm infertile. Even his parents hurry to our house in the middle of the night to say, "Don't worry—we won't let that woman step foot in this house. Once she gives birth, the child will be yours." Is that so? I sneer as I look at a medical report. Perhaps the child will have something to do with me, but it definitely won't have anything to do with my husband.

Five years after my death, my daughter, Emma, dialed Xander Green’s number. She cautiously asked, "Do you like my mom?" She was trying to get an answer to the question I once wrote in my diary. "Xander, do you like me?" Unexpectedly, the voice on the other end sneered, "Did your mom put you up to this? Using her own daughter like a pawn? What an unfaithful woman! She’s already with your dad, yet still trying to rekindle things with me?"