Bother Synonym

You know that feeling when the player of the school suddenly picks interest in you? "What do you want?" I faced him. He was really getting on my nerves by being around me. "Great question, Theresa,"he said looking straight at me. "Could you please not call me that?" "Be my date to Lucas's pool party this Saturday," he dropped. Shocker! When Luke Henderson decides to bother Tess Harvey, he didn't know what he was getting himself into. Tess's life is full of so many drama but poor Luke isn't aware. Abandoned by everyone she trusted and loved, Tess Harvey lived a difficult life. She actually got consoled by an unexpected trio. Years later, she diligently works hard to put past incidents behind her but old memories and acquaintances interfere with it. She suffers from anger issues and this interferes with her work at a point. Being hurt by the people she trusted the most, she found it hard to open up to anyone. She doesn't even wanna be loved. A story filled with suspense, thrill, dose of comedy and tears.

“One night. Make love to me for one night and I’ll never bother you again.” Valerie practically begged Rick. “Fuck off, I’m not interested.” he replied, dismissing her with a wave. >>>>>>>>> Valerie Calder, also known as ‘The Duchess,’ never begs. Never pursues. And most importantly, NEVER repeats lovers. As a young wealthy widow with the world at her feet, she’s accustomed to owning every room, and commanding every attention. Men trip over themselves just to gain her attention, all hoping to be her next fling. Ever since she inherited her aged late husband’s wealth, no one has been able to say ‘NO’ to her, except one man. RICK!! He doesn’t just refuse her - he disregards her entirely, dismisses her like she is nothing, and when others see a goddess, he sees an annoying housefly. But what Rick doesn’t know about Valerie Calder is simple: When she can’t have something, she wants it even more. And she’s never wanted anything like she wants him.

Twins' Stormie and Misty were about as different as they came. While Stormie was quiet and preferred to be alone, Misty was outgoing and popular. Misty was even more popular with their parents. For Stormie that didn't really bother her. While she was a few minutes older, she didn't care that her sister was their parents pride and joy. After nearly eighteen years, she was familiar with the hostility that her parents and sister showed her. As long as she kept to herself and stayed under the radar, she will be able to leave the Pack when she turns eighteen. Both girls are identical, but it's Misty that is being set up to marry the Alpha Axel. Well that was until the day she received the mark of her wolf, on her eighteenth birthday. Her parents are determined to make sure that their precious daughter marries the Alpha, even if that means they sacrifice their other daughter. Everything seems to be working out for the twin's parents and Misty, until Misty disappears with a rogue that she claims to love. Now Stormie is forced to act as Misty until Misty returns. Pretending to be Misty is going to be harder than she thought, especially when she starts to fall for Alpha Axel.

By my third month on the job, I discovered that my coworkers had been calling me "the old crow" behind my back. The nickname came from none other than Jace's condescending secretary—because at 32, I was still clutching onto an eight-year relationship that hadn't ended in marriage. I confronted Jace. "Do you know your employees have been calling me the old crow?" He didn't even bother to look up. "That's just Sadie—she speaks her mind and means no harm. You're 32; why get so worked up over what a young girl says?" Then he gave me a faint, mocking smile. "Though honestly, it's a pretty fitting nickname." It felt like a cold hand had wrapped around my heart. So that was it—eight years of my youth, nothing more than a joke to him. I turned and walked away, handed in my resignation, and blocked every way he could reach me. But for the first time, the man who had always seemed so calm and untouchable finally panicked. "Elara," he pleaded, "please come back."

An underwater volcano has been detected showing unusual activity, with the potential to erupt at any moment. Evacuations in the surrounding sea area have already begun. My husband, Ethan Gibson, boarded a lifeboat with his true love, Aria York, leaving me—his pregnant wife—behind. Not only that, he scolded me for being jealous at the worst possible time. "Aria can't swim. I have to take her first. What more do you want? I left the life jacket for you—isn't that enough?" "I'm pregnant… I'm scared…" I tried to plead. "Enough! Wendy, what's wrong with you? Why do you always have to be so dramatic?" That night, I was still nowhere to be found. Furious, he sent me a message: [Wendy! Where the hell are you? Do you have to take things this far?] [I'm telling you; I'm not coming to look for you. If you come back now, I'll act like this never happened. But if you don't, then don't bother coming back—ever!] However, Ethan… I couldn't come back anymore.

Nathalia a twenty four year old werewolf was not the typical werewolf everyone knew of. Being born deaf was already a hindrance but having to be kidnapped bu rogues who attacked her pack the very young age of six was more trouble for her as she had to try her possible best to survive. Enduring the torture and pain from the rogues which normally could have killed her if she was a human. As she stays where she had been kidnapped and made a slave another fight breaks where she was by another band of rogues which allowed her to be able to escape from the slavery and pain she had found herself in for a very long time. The only fear that hit her was if she could run out of there in time and if she was going to be able to survive in another world where she wasn't used to. What even makes her bother even more is when her wolf comes into contact with the scariest and unwanted Alpha everyone feared. He was her mate and she was in-between the verge of rejecting him and scouging the world in her own but then again did she want to keep spiralling the world with no control and direction to her life?

Blaire Summers doesn't do serious, but she soon finds herself in a very serious situation. One that will deem her homeless if she doesn't find a job that actually pays. When she lands an interview at ALPHA INC, she expects the boot after she notices the line in tow for the job. She couldn't be more wrong. Luther Reed is more than just the CEO, he's ALPHA of the Legend Pack. He's ruthless, cunning, and never found his mate, which doesn't bother him in the least. Not having a mate means he doesn't have a weakness. Until Blaire stumbles into his office for an interview, and he knows instantly she's his mate. The kicker is that she's human, and has no idea werewolves exist. It's easy to turn to the next interviewee, and forget her. Until he sees Axel Hanes, the dirty Lycan tycoon, talking to her outside of his office window. That forces the hair on his neck to stand, and he hires Blaire, which causes a downward spiral of events that break Luther's guard, and forces him into situations that will cost him his position, and a war with the Lycans he didn't see coming.

Gabriella Halim woke up in a luxurious room she didn’t recognize. When she looked in the mirror, she nearly fainted. Her face was still beautiful, but… more mature. She was no longer the twenty-year-old girl she remembered—she had become a thirty-year-old woman. Even more shocking, she had been married to Adryan Lewis for five years, a young, ambitious, and notoriously cold politician. Gabby immediately realized one thing: her husband hated her. Cold glares, cutting words, and an impenetrable distance left her bewildered. What had happened in the past ten years? Rather than crying or pleading for love, Gabby chose a different path: enjoying the luxury she now had. A grand house, wardrobes full of designer dresses, and an unlimited bank account. Why bother chasing love when life could be this comfortable? But the world of politics was never simple. Public scrutiny, rival political intrigues, and scandalous gossip forced Gabby to take on a role far greater than that of a mere “trophy wife.” And as Adryan began to notice the dramatic changes in Gabby, the question remained: would his hatred persist, or could it transform into something he never expected?

Young Immanuel Gonzales roamed the streets at age seven. His mother died when he was three years old, while his father was accused of killing his co-worker at a construction site. His relatives did not bother to take him but instead, made a vagabond out of him. Hungry and tired, he met a young girl who gave him food to eat. He was grateful and told himself that someday he would show his appreciation for the good deeds done to him. Living alone, he had encountered lots who had hurt him, but he continued to live came one person who had helped him finish his studies and he became a lawyer. One rainy night, he helped a woman who got scared from a homeless person. The first time they met, both felt that there was something that would bind them together which would make or break them apart. He was a lawyer who came from a poor family, handsome and smart, whose father was a victim of injustice....and she, a rich and pretty heiress, who had been engaged to be married to a wealthy person. Both fell into the abyss of deep affection....a love that caused them to be apart...living their lives with regret and loneliness

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”