Blagsnarst: A Love Story Novels & Stories

Everything was fine but nothing was good. My daughter despite being her father lives with someone else. Zoya and Sameer Bhai helped me to raise my daughter or else I don't know how I would give my daughter a mother's love. Because of my wife, one lie. I lost my first love, my wife. she was suffering from a blood clot still she hid her pregnancy news and at last because of complications I lost her. My wife left us alone. . Time Flies .

“Oh no… I think I forgot to tell him something. But he already said that falling in love was not an option, so I guess that’s the same thing with what I was thinking earlier? I mean, not falling in love means that feelings should and will never get involved because he deemed it so? I think it’s the same thing with a different name for it, yes. So I guess that’s settled now, I just need to do one last thing, I should really get out of here.” Annika thought to herself as she felt like people were still watching her and could hear her every single thought.

He kissed her so hard that their teeth collided against each other’s. Clara tried to push him away with her other hand but he caught it and also pinned it to her side. Clara then bit his lip which forced him to back up. “You crazy woman!” Andrew said touching his lip lightly where she had bit him. It was bleeding a little. Clara has a taste of his blood in her mouth. She raised her hand to slap him but Andrew caught it. “Enough!” he told her. She jerked her hand out of his. “No one will ever love a monster like you.” She told him and left slamming the door.

I angrily told him. Yeah... Tania was my girlfriend. She was Alex's friend. When I saw her for the first time, I kind of liked her. We would go on dates after I told her my feelings. She was very caring. One thing I kept secret from her. I did not tell her that I am a prince. One dayI decided to propose her. I called her and messaged her but she was neither answering my calls and attending messages. I got worried as this was the first time otherwise in just 2 or 3 rings, she immediately used to pick my calls. I decided to check upon her. I walked out of my hotel and went to her apartment. The door was closed so I used another key to open it. Actually this apartment was gifted by me to her on

He said, his eyes dark with passion. As he bent his neck to kiss her, everything turned dark for her, her legs turned wobbly and she felt like jelly all over. She was terribly finished when it came to Gavin Hasters. He leaned in, and her back found the edge of the long glass table. His arms caged her in, one on each side. “Can I?” He asked, his lips close to hers.

Like a caged storm, back and forth, sneakers squeaking against the polished floor before furious and sudden spinning around to face me. "Talk," he snapped then added more softly, pleading, "Nat, please. What happened?" I found it hard to breathe. My fingers twisted in my lap until my knuckles hurt. The shame was suffocating but Eddie's eyes were demanding the truth. "It was... that night," my voice was barely audible. "The Lawson party." His shoulders stiffened. "Nat. Who?" The name burned on my lips, but holding it inside was going to eat me alive. "Jake."

"I swear I will kill you once I become free. Stick to your fucking games but mark my words, Travis, she'll never be yours." His booming growl echoed in the eerie room. Travis paused mid-stride, his muscles tensed. Ethan let out a jolt of laughter. He finally stepped on his nerves. "You can deceive her to get her signatures, but you kinda forgot that my Honey isn't weak. She would die but never be submitted to you because she loves me." He articulated, emphasising the last part, and smiled in triumph. "Then I will turn her love into hatred." Travis responded, wiping the smile off his face. He then twisted his neck to look at him. Ethan looked at him confused, but a shiver ran down his spine w

Chapter Ninety-two [Blooming love separates] Nancy eagerly considers the ruminating thoughts that are preventing her from finding calm. After some time, Nancy approaches a man that she does not yet identify as her own husband while pretending to be a poor housekeeper and a slave. They can sense the sparks of unsaid happiness every time their eyes connect, but there is something between them that generates blind spots that are like invisible protective veils that block out the truth. Despite the fact that everything they are looking for is already here, they are all unintentionally separated from one another by invisible protective veils that prevent them from seeing each other in front of th

That damn love! "Bittersines" famous bar in Gangnam district, Seoul. This person wears the familiar black mask of the Bittersines bartender bar, with a smile on his lips. The low, gentle male voice caught the listener's ear and asked the guest in front of him: "What do you need?" The boy with dyed red hair was ruffled, but still couldn't hide the beautiful features of his face. The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned"

She could still smell the sharp, clean scent of his bergamot cologne. The brutal way he had crushed her heart replayed in her mind on an endless, torturous loop. She remembered the sheer terror in his icy blue eyes, the robotic, dead way he had ripped the contract in half, and the coldness of his voice when he ordered her out. It had made her heart bleed, leaving a gaping, open wound in her chest. But the most agonizing part of it all was that she still couldn't hate him.