Books To Read In The Fall

Think of this as a cyberpunk Bridget Jones’ Diary, if Bridget were a self-destructive tech refugee with a cocaine habit and a holographic archangel for a conscience. This is adarkly comedic character studyset in a near-future that feels just a few software updates away. It’s a story about addiction, both chemical and digital, and the messy, painful, and sometimes hilarious struggle to reclaim your own messy life from the algorithms designed to “optimize” it. At its heart, it’s the story of the most dysfunctional friendship imaginable: between a woman who is her own worst enemy, and the godlike AI she reprogrammed to be her partner-in-crime. It’s raw, it’s visceral, and it explores whether real connection can be found once you’ve burned all your bridges, and broken your operating system.

Upang matakasan ang isang arrange marriage, ginawa ni Zea ang lahat para lamang hindi maipakasal sa taong ni sa hinagap ay hindi niya nakilala at mas lalong hindi niya mahal. Nang magawang makatakas ay nag tungo siya sa hindi pamilyar na lugar na sa tingin niya ay hindi siya mahahanap ng kanyang lolo. Natagpuan niya ang isang napakalaking gate kung saan sa malayuan ay ang mala-haciendang tahanan. Dala ng kakuryosohan ay sinubukan niyang pumasok at lumibot sa lugar na pinagsisihan niya dahil sa lalaking walang habas na hinila siya papasok ng hacienda at basta na lamang siyang ginawang katulong. Dahil walang sapat na pera at bahay na matitirhan ay wala siyang magagawa kung hindi sapilitang tanggapin ang naging kapalaran. Ang dating magarang buhay niya ay magbabago. Ayos lang kung ang kapalit naman nito ay makatakas siya sa bagay na ayaw niya. Akala niya ay nagawa na niyang makatakas kahit pansamantala ngunit hindi naman niya inakala na yun pa pala ang maglalapit sa kanya sa isang bagay na pilit niyang iniiwasan.

She doesn't want to be in this marriage. She doesn't want to be anyone's replacement. She loves him with all of her, but in return, he calls her a cheap woman with no self-esteem. She is hurt. Still, she holds on to this love. This love is like a barbed wire. The more she holds on to it, the more it bleeds her. Eventually, she chooses to let go. But she doesn't know, he is on the other end, holding on tightly to this string of love. Can they fix this? Can they rewrite this love all over?

Megumi Vergara grew up with pressure and high expectations from her family. As the oldest daughter of one of the wealthiest and influential families in the country, she must serve as a role model for her two younger siblings. But when Megumi became pregnant, she brought dishonor to her family's name and drove them to forsake her. Megumi raised her kid alone for four years while working as a server at a pub. But their peaceful life turned into chaos when Riaz Trevor entered their life, the last person to whom she will introduce her child, her daughter's father. When she tried to introduce her child to Riaz, someone's stole her chance. Another woman came and stole her identity that ended up to a big misunderstanding and made her runaway from him.

We should have been born to hate each other, but love has a will of its own, and I can't turn my back on you even though the whole world hates me. * I turned toward the woods and squinted. Then I smelled something in the air. A scent so strong that it makes me freeze. And shortly after, I heard a howl of pain, just a moment, but enough to make me sure something was wrong. I clutched my bag, ready to open it to grab my phone when something jumped over the fence between the school and the woods. It landed right in front of me, and I thought I was seeing a werewolf. But no. it’s not a werewolf like I’ve always known. He stood on his two feet. And blood was smeared on his snout and his silver-feathered, clawed hands. I can’t scream. I could only stand transfixed while my eyes locked on his eyes which were as dark as the night sky.

He is my only chance at freedom. She is the daughter of my enemy. Will their love survive? Zain As the Sultan of one of the most powerful countries in the Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana. But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumbled into Nasrin Elbaz. I cannot resist her. So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover. I, Sultan Zain Al Latif, will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me… Well, I have been told I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be. Nasrin He is a Sultan and I am the Princess of the country he is nemesis with. I don’t belong in his wealthy country that bleeds gold and his Palace. I am trying to hold on to what little freedom I have. No way can I fall for some dirty talking or his obsidian eyes curling with hunger whenever he sees me. Even if my body craves his tender touch and his sinful mouth. I have to get my freedom and find a way to escape the proposals of marriage. Without his help, thank you very much. “I am asking you to marry me.” “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” “I am asking, Princess.” I smiled at her. “For now.”

For eight long years, Bryan Millan and I were married, but you’d never have known it by looking at his life. He never once acknowledged our relationship in public. Not a single post, not a single mention of me on his social media. Then came our anniversary. The day that was supposed to be about us. Instead, Bryan made an announcement on his Instagram account—just not the one I expected. There he was, hand in hand with his assistant, her draped in a wedding dress. The caption read: [When you're in love, you want the whole world to know.] The comments flooded in. [Bryan finally got married!] [Congrats! Wishing you a lifetime of happiness together!] In that moment, I could no longer lie to myself. Bryan wasn't reserved. He just never loved me. So, I decided to let go. But he wasn't ready for that. He clung to me, desperate now. But I pried his hands off and laughed—a real, genuine laugh, the kind that comes from somewhere deep inside when you realize you're finally free. Then, I looked him straight in the eye and said the words I'd been holding in, "Don't beg me to come back. Because now that I don't love you, I've never felt better."

Arsenio Orlando Lazcano, muda, tampan, berkharisma dan sudah pastinya kaya raya. Tidak ada wanita yang tidak jatuh cinta kepadanya, bahkan dengan suka rela akan memberikan tubuhnya kepada CEO tampan pemilik Lazcano's corps itu. Namun dibalik itu semua ada hal yang di sembunyikan oleh seorang Arsen. Kehidupan gelapnya, yang siapapun tidak akan pernah mengiranya. Membunuh sudah menjadi hal yang biasa bagi seorang Arsen. Sebuah insiden mempertemukannya dengan seorang gadis yang membuat hidupnya berubah. Gadis lugu, polos dan baik hati. Sungguh sangat berbanding terbalik dengannya. Namun itulah yang membuat ia penasaran dan tertarik dengan gadis itu.

It was supposed to be just a one-time encounter — just letting out the steam that had been fuming between us. He was not made for relationships, while I just got out of one and was not ready for another. But that one-night stand with the playboy Gamma of the Black Shadow Pack turned into two nights, and then three, until I could no longer count the number of times he knocked at my door whenever he wanted to get laid. And I just let him in. Every damn time. But then, the nights of passion turned into two stripes on the pregnancy stick. And he wanted nothing to do with it. I should have expected that. He was, after all, Austin Montrell. So I kicked him out of my apartment, out of my life, and out of my way. I vowed to forget him — raise my child on my own, and never look back. I was doing so well until the day I found my son missing and his scent lingering in the place where I left him. If the Gamma thought he could just abandon me and our child and then take us back because he changed his mind, well, he was in for the ride of his life because this time, I was not letting him back in. ***** THE ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE: Book 1: She's The Luna I Want Book 2: The Beta and I Book 3: Let The Gamma Fall For Me Although this book can be read as a standalone, I highly recommend reading Book 1 and 2 to understand the characters and the world I created. ***** Follow me on my I G and F B for updates and teasers - author.cassa.m 

As the male lead, Henry Johnston, forces himself on me, a row of comments suddenly appears before my eyes. "Henry is about to misunderstand and think Aria drugged him! The angst is about to begin!" "I'm thrilled just thinking about Henry regretting dearly after Aria dies!" "Keep up the act, Henry. After she dies, you'll be hugging her corpse and crying every day." That is when I realize that I am the tragic female lead in a story where I am destined to be tormented until I die. The readers treat my death as a highlight to push the plot forward. They are counting down to my death. As I look at Henry, who is panting on top of me, anger courses through me. I grab a table lamp and smash it into him, killing him on the spot. Who says that the one who dies in a toxic romance story must always be the female lead?