B E L O V E D Unscramble

Jaxon Maxwell is one of the deadliest board members of the Confradia Assassins. He has suffered great pain, including having to let go of the woman he loves, Maleah. Years pass, and they meet again. To Jaxon's regret, Maleah is with someone else, and his dreams of getting her back turn to dust. Fortunately, life has it's own plans, and Jaxon finds his second chance at redemption. Maleah has suffered heartbreak too many times to count. She has not just lost one man she loved, but two. She's about to give up on love altogether when fate decides to interfere. A witness to a horrible murder, Maleah finds herself on the run. She doesn't get very far until she winds up the arms of the first man to break her heart. Will Maleah and Jackson find their true happiness? Or will death take one of them before they can find their redemption?

— Com um homem como eu por perto, pra que brinquedos? Vem. Deixa-me cuidar de você. Enquanto o cheiro pesado dos trabalhadores impregnava o vagão-leito do trem, o meu vício começava a se manifestar. A calcinha já estava completamente molhada. Sem alternativa, acabei buscando prazer sozinha. Não imaginava, porém, que seria pega em flagrante. Um dos homens puxou o cobertor de uma só vez. Os olhos dele brilhavam de expectativa enquanto me encarava, claramente pronto para agir.

A irmã gêmea de Íris Castelo foi humilhada antes do casamento e morreu. Íris, então, assumiu a missão em um momento crítico: precisou tirar a armadura de guerreira e se casar no lugar da irmã, se tornando a Imperatriz do reino de Gretis. O Imperador tinha um amor falecido, e todo o harém era composto por concubinas que eram “cópias” dessa paixão idealizada. Além disso, ele dedicava todo seu afeto à Consorte Imperial. Como Íris não se parecia em nada com esse amor do passado, todos acreditavam que ela seria desprezada pelo Imperador e logo deposta. E de fato, no segundo ano de casamento, o casal imperial decideu se separar. Mas não era a Imperatriz que seria deposta, era ela quem queria largar o Imperador. Naquela noite, o Imperador se agarrou desesperadamente às roupas da Imperatriz e disse: — Se quiser ir embora, passe por cima do meu cadáver! As concubinas choravam como torneiras, tentando impedi-la: — Imperatriz, não abandone a gente! Se for mesmo partir, nos leve com você!

"Don't touch me" she whispered her breathing labored. "You want to challenge me but here you are trembling and aroused, the reason you came all forgotten. You. Want. Me". He draws out each of the words darkly. She almost shivered but stopped herself in time. " I will never want you" she retorted with conviction as she held his gaze. He chuckled darkly, leaning towards her. "Too late for that April. You're mine" ***** April doesn't believe in love and no man has ever been able to break the walls that she had built over the years until Enrique Alvaro handsome business tycoon comes into the picture and he makes her feel sparks like the fourth of July. He also has his dark past and is possessive. Will Enrique be able to break down her walls or end up hurting her than she already is. Will they find a happy ending despite so much opposition, some in form of an obsessive stalker...and the other, a revenge seeking psychopath.

Na sétima vez em que combinei com Breno Lima de ir ao cartório buscar nossa certidão de casamento e fui deixada esperando, tomei a iniciativa de cortar todos os laços que ainda nos uniam. Se havia um encontro de amigos em que ele estava presente, eu simplesmente deixava de ir. Se ele era convidado para se apresentar na comemoração da escola, eu me retirava antes do início. Se a empresa decidia fechar parceria com ele, eu pedia demissão imediatamente. Até mesmo no Natal, quando ele veio me visitar em casa, inventei uma desculpa para sair e visitar outros amigos. Bloqueei seu número, apaguei-o da lista de contatos, cortei tudo sem deixar rastros. Não o procurei mais, e ele também não conseguiu me ver. Durante os trinta anos anteriores, passei a maior parte da vida apaixonada por ele, cuidando dele com todo o meu empenho. Só depois de ser deixada esperando pela sétima vez no cartório é que despertei. Não queria mais viver assim. Mesmo que fosse para ficar sozinha, não queria passar mais um dia e uma noite guardando uma casa vazia!

Fernando Rocha finalmente aceitou meu pedido de casamento. Ele fez questão de me lembrar para me vestir bem, dizendo que ele havia preparado uma surpresa especial para mim. Mas, quando cheguei deslumbrante ao local da cerimônia, não havia noivo no altar. Fernando virou-se para a minha meia-irmã, que estava ao lado dele, e sorriu: — Você sempre disse que casamentos são chatos e cheios de formalidades. Hoje, vou te mostrar como é um casamento divertido. O que acha? O mestre de cerimônias então anunciou, em voz alta: — O casamento está suspenso! O meu amigo de infância puxou o balão de água que já estava estrategicamente preparado acima da minha cabeça, estourando-o e me molhando da cabeça aos pés. Fernando arqueou as sobrancelhas, com um sorriso provocador, e disse: — Nilda, era só uma brincadeira. Você não achou mesmo que eu ia me casar com você, achou? Aquele casamento não passava de uma farsa, uma encenação planejada para animar a minha meia-irmã, que estava lutando contra uma depressão. Ao me ver em silêncio, Fernando continuou com o mesmo tom zombeteiro: — Se você está com tanta pressa para casar, escolha qualquer um dos convidados aqui e case com ele! Mas, quando eu realmente entrei de braços dados com um noivo para celebrar a cerimônia, eles ficaram atordoados.

A young teen genius named Carl gets more than he bargained for when he takes on a job as a lawyer representing spoiled famous teenagers at Ash Cannon Prep, a private academy for the super rich and famous. His first case? Saving his client’s film franchise, Rock Camp from being cancelled. As Carl works more and more on the case, however, he soon learns that being famous isn’t what it’s cracked up to be and the behind the scenes of Ash Cannon Prep is a lot more chaotic and absurd than one could possibly imagine.

“คุณปล่อยฉันไปเถอะ…ฉันจะหาเงินมาใช้หนี้ก้อนนั้นให้เอง" “ฉันมีวิธีที่ดีกว่านั้นอีก” นัยน์ตาหวานวูบไหวระริก ไม่เข้าใจสิ่งที่เขาต้องการจะสื่อ “มันเอาน้องฉันจนท้อง ฉันก็เอาน้องมันคืนบ้าง เธอว่าเป็นไง”

Ziva is a young woman who lives with her father and stepmom. She also has a step sister Heidi who is always bullying her. Heidi is engaged to Dane Wellington who is a multimillionaire and C.E.O of Wellington industries. She works for the same company but is ridiculed by her Co workers. On the date of wedding her sister runs away with a letter. In the letter it is revealed that the marriage that was about to take place was only a contract not a real marriage out of love. Ziva and family is shocked to hear this. Dane threatens to sue them if the marriage doesn't take place. Ziva is forced to marry Dane the same day to save his face. Ziva how ever renegotiate the contract and remove one clause which was unbearable to her. Dane accepts her decision and removes the clause that would force her to have sex with him. During the course of loving with him she discovers someone hurt Dane very badly. He believes his success was only due to one rule never trust a woman. Ziva is in trouble because she started to feel something for the stonehearted C.E.O dubbed by the media. Dane feels that Ziva is the right candidate to be a mother for his future child. Ziva however doesn't want to conceive a child with someone who doesn't love her. All hell breaks loose when Dane decides to seduce her instead of negotiating with her. How long can he survive when a guy whom she now loves started to pay attention to her. The same time her sister suddenly appears out of nowhere with only one aim to get back Dane. After misunderstanding and betrayals she becomes strong and decides to fight for her love.

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.