Asuna Love Nude

"I will never forgive them. I will never! I live only for this. Every breath I've taken since then is all for today. I don't care if you kneel to kiss my feet. Take it easy, I will not forget your kindness. Therefore, please accept my deepest gratitude, which you will never forget to death. And just so you know… even God can't save you from me." "Te!" Thea turned around. Everything is done up to here. "Thea?" BANG! BANG! ---------- What do people say about first love? 1. First love never dies. 2. I shouldn't be in love. 3. It's a wonderful memory. Up until now, Thea didn't know who she could call her first love. Was it this person who was at her feet, or someone behind her, who was looking at her in disbelief? **The story is divided into two separate times for the first half. Hopefully, it doesn't confuse you all**

Rachel Estella and Fred have a past, one they hate to involve in their current lives and on top of that they aren't on good terms, especially when he keeps hitting on her. But she is his father's assistant and he is the new CEO, so how could they not meet? With his return, comes that past and feelings that she wasn't sure how to react to, and secrets making a past nothing but a lie. What is the real truth?

Rebecca trusts her friend Veronica (Nica) to the point she tells her everything including her love life. She thinks Veronica is a good friend to her and she tells him about her boyfriend Carlos and things turn out bad for her after Veronica met Carlos for the first time. Veronica plans to separate Carlos from Rebecca and her plan finally succeeds. This leaves Rebecca devastated and totally heartbroken she tries to save her relationship with Carlos but her efforts only goes to waste because he had moved in with Veronica already. Will the relationship of Nica and Carlos last.? Will Rebecca heal from the betrayal and heartbreak and finally move on.?

Dad has a stroke and needs money to save his life. I'm left with no choice but to borrow money from my secret CEO boyfriend of five years. Before I can even say anything, he frowns and tells me he's busy. Then, he hurries off to attend his childhood sweetheart's birthday celebration. He only remembers me the following day. "What did you need?" I hold Dad's death certificate and smile wanly at him. "Nothing. I just wanted to tell you that we're over."

When issabella is recruited by the American government for and undercover mission to stop a string of high profile kidnappings. She thought it would be a regular mission, but nothing about this mission is ordinary and add an old flame into the mix and her life just got ten times harder.

A college love story isn't always about roses, perfumes, fiery smooches, parties, and an happy-ever-after ending. At least, not in this situation.Gunshots, brain wrenching pain, hospitals, kidnaps, more gunfire, bright red galling blood and foul repulsive murders are what this love tale entails. And you just might want to reconsider fantasizing your self being wealthy or working towards it, for that just might be the inception of your termination like it was for Harvey Rhett, his beloved, orphans and the businessman, too. But all this didn't just pop out of nowhere, it begun thus...

Sara better known as princess to her friends, is a Professional contractor for the Army. She realized with the help of some friends she was ready to find love, in the mean time she was an unwilling part in a plot to kill her friends and herself. An op in the past turned somewhat bad through no fault of theirs. Sara finds out that some people can hold a long grudge and one that can go across countries. AS piece by piece things show themselves she has also found a person to trust, she hopes. A member of the team she didn't know liked her. He found her online profile and offers a game to learn about each other. When he is the one who can protect her she learns how to trust him with everything including her heart.

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.

“LOVE” just a four-letter word, but has a power to rule the world. It can be of any form. Mothers, Fathers, Brothers, Sisters, Friend’s and then there is a love which we share with a person with whom we want to spend the rest of our life. Irrespective of the form, it is really strong, but this love between two lovers is sometimes so strong that it can fight against the destiny planned for the fate. Come and see the fight of a wonderful lover who will not leave any stones unturned to just fight for love and will never let the cruel fate have its way. And then there is our famous common say, “A thin line between hate and love." Someone is ready to erase that thin line with all the power they have.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.