Novel & Cerita Broken Hearts Novel

Blood dripped from the edge of Damian Moretti’s knife when he first saw her.Adriana Rossi should have turned away—any sane woman would. Instead, she met his stare across the bloodstained marble floor, her chin tilted like a challenge.Two families. One war. A love carved out of violence.“You shouldn’t be here,” Damian murmured, voice low, dangerous.Adriana’s lips curved. “Neither should you.”

Benjamin Shaw and I had been together for ten years, from dating to wedding. To everyone else, we were the perfect couple. However, on the day of our tenth anniversary, I got into a car accident. When Benjamin rushed to the hospital, his eyes were full of worry. "How could you be so careless? If anything happened to you… I wouldn't want to live either." I was just about to comfort him when two strange lines of text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Benjamin, this scumbag! Acting so loving while secretly cheating on Emma Jones behind her back!] [When will Emma finally realize he's already betrayed her?]

Three years ago, I destroyed us with one article. Ethan Hayes — NHL captain, billionaire, the man I loved — looked at me like I was a stranger. Then he banished me from his world. Now I'm back. Not by choice. A scandal is brewing, and my career demands I get close to him again. But the man I meet isn't the one I left. He's colder. Harder. And engaged to a woman who smiles like she's hiding bodies. "You work for me now," he says. "Break a rule. See what happens." I should hate him. I do hate him. But at midnight, when he thinks I'm asleep, I hear him whisper my name through the wall. Then I find the file. My hospital record. Altered. And a nurse's anonymous message: "Your baby didn't die." Our son is alive. Someone took him. Someone hid him from both of us. Now Ethan and I are forced to become something more dangerous than enemies. Partners. We'll tear down his father's empire. We'll expose the betrayal of his best friend. We'll burn through lies, fake engagements, and a custody battle that makes headlines. But the boy doesn't know us. He calls another woman "Mom." And he flinches when I reach for him. Puck, Passion, and Broken Promises is a 150-episode completed romance. First-person POV. 70% dialogue. Every episode ends on a cliffhanger. If you love enemies to lovers, secret baby, hockey romance, and second chances that make you cry — this is for you.

Jax I called out quickly rushed over to him. Jax, are you okay?. I brushed his hair away from his face. His beautiful eyes were deep red and he was covered in sweat. A...Aurora.He called my name in a whisper " You're here?. He said, fear evident in his voice. Of course I am. What the hell happened to you? Did you get into a fight? Are you hurt?. I questioned. My blood boiled at the thought of someone hurting him. If there was then I would snap all bones out of the culprit’s body. He shook his head. It's none of those things. He grabbed my waist, burying his face in my stomach. Then what was it?.

Alessandra Marino, 35, runs New York's most powerful criminal organization from a penthouse forty-two floors above a city she owns. She has built this empire with one purpose: to avenge her father Vittorio, murdered seventeen years ago in a warehouse on Fifth Street when Alessandra was eighteen. She has a scar above her heart from that night — a knife meant for him. She has never once questioned the direction of her war. The night she executes a traitor named Theron, she receives a call from an unknown woman who claims to know why Vittorio really died. The woman is Giuliana Torelli — daughter of the man who pulled the trigger, made to watch as a fourteen-year-old, carrying the truth for seventeen years while waiting for someone ready to hear it. What Giuliana reveals dismantles everything Alessandra believed: Vittorio wasn't killed for his power. He was killed because he was going to go federal — because his wife was pregnant with a second child and he wanted to run, to be ordinary, to give his family a life outside the empire. Thomas Accardi, the man who married Alessandra's mother after Vittorio's death, was the architect of the murder. And Accardi has always known about the second child. Her name is Mara. She is twenty-eight years old, living in Williamsburg, and completely unaware that her entire life is a lie — or that Accardi has just wired a hundred thousand dollars to a fixer named James Sullivan.

“ Take off your robes,” Ava heard the command and the other slaves obeyed almost immediately. They took off their robes, and their almost naked body came into view except for the tiny little lace that covered nothing but their nipples and balls. The male slave's dick dangled and Ava looked away, still clutching her robe to herself. How could she undress in front of this multitude? What kind of humiliation was this? The audience erupted into murmurs, indecent comments flying from every corner. “ Steele, you slave seemed to be a disobedient one,” Ava heard the man's stern words and she turned to see Jacob’s stern gaze on her. She gulped and slowly let go of her robe. It fell to the ground and the audience gasped at the sight of her nakedness. Her hands clenched into fists by her side, resisting the urge to pick her robe from the floor and cover herself from their lustful eyes. “ Shit! How did Jacob get himself such a perfect slave?” Panic gripped Ava. No. It cannot be what she is thinking. She wasn't about to fuck these people. No. Jacob cannot make her do this. I was only his tool for power and revenge. I should have known he was no ordinary man but knowing wouldn't have changed anything. I was helpless, trapped with no choice and he was my savior from the Slave den back then. My hatred for him wouldn’t have allowed me to go with someone else. It’s not like I had a choice to choose my buyer. He was the highest bidder and I’m a commodity he bought from an illegal market. A commodity he has great plans for. His tool for power and revenge but I hate that my heart palpates for him.

"I'm sorry" "I'm not going to take sorry from you, Eleanor, I want something else" I whispered huskily, my eyes boring into hers, then traveling down to her lips. "Wh… what do you want?" She asked nervously and before she could process what happening, my lips met hers. My hand pulling her close by her waist as the kiss went deeper. I expected her to push me away but she didn't. Instead, her hands went around my neck, sending excitement down my groin. I deepened the kiss and she moaned silently, making me rock hard with need. She surprised me by kissing me back, matching my every pace as my tongue played with hers.... ~~~ Eleanor was the weakest werewolf in her pack and was thus the laughing stock of her pack. Her parents, the ones who were supposed to protect her were murdered in the pool of their blood right in front of her, with no one to come to her rescue. She finds her mate who turned out to be worse than everyone. Just when she thought that the moon goddess had finally decided to answer her silent prayers, her life moved from fire to hell. Everyone she loved turned out to be the villain in her life. ~~~ He found himself falling for her which was against the rules. She was only meant to be the gateway to his never ending powers.

I stood at his foot, looking him over. The way he kept up his arms, made the muscles of his arms bulge, leaving those on his abdomen flexed. He looked like a model posing for a casual photo. Just then, a disturbing thought entered my head as I stared at his body. I closed my eyes and shook my head to expunge the illicit thought that crept into it but the thought became vivid behind the darkness. I flipped them open and stared at him again. Then throwing caution and the thought of the dreadful future out the window, I crouched on all fours and crawled on both sides of him till I was face to face with his chest. Slowly, I laid my body on top of his, placed my palms on his chest, and rested my jaws on it. The body contact sent warmth and something sweet up and down my body, going to rest on its usual place below my waist. He still had his eyes closed but I knew he was awake because his face slowly lit up in a beautiful smile, then ever so leisurely, his arms slid down and wrapped around my waist.

"What are they doing? Why have you brought me here? This can't be the heir's office, is it?" She questioned, tensed. "It is. If you want to get admitted, you have to do what they're doing." She said to her and Carly's eyes widened. "Holy Christ! I cover myself with the blood of Jesus! It's against my belief to commit such sin. I can't." She panicked, almost in tears. "Then forget about this school." The girl said and walked away. "No wait... Hey!" She called and made to rush to the door, but the girl already slammed the door on her face. She made to open it but stopped. She could feel the thousand eyes boring holes into her skin, so she slowly turned to see them all staring at her, but that wasn't her business. What bothered her the most was the guy's eyes which was lusting over her. He gestured her with a finger the moment their eyes locked. "Come and give me a blowjob newbie." Reed said huskily and Carly gulped down. "Wh-- what's that??" ***** Imagine being the sole heir to a prestigious institution like Silver Hill College, the most esteemed school in England, where both the affluent and talented students from all walks of life come to learn. Sounds impressive, right? But, unbeknownst to many, the school's heir, Reed Knight, has a peculiar way of doing things. His mantra? 'Get fuck by me, or forget your dreams of studying here.' What happens when Carly, a bright and ambitious student, decides to take a chance and apply to Silver Hill? Will she succumb to Reed's demands or stand her ground and risk losing her spot? And if she does become a student, will she become the target of Reed's obsession?

On Valentine’s Day, my girlfriend Florence Higgins was rushed to the hospital after accidentally eating undercooked wild mushrooms. Half-conscious on the hospital bed, she murmured, “Michael… I owed you too much. If my family’s company hadn’t been on the brink of collapse, you wouldn’t have left, and I wouldn’t have ended up with Noah.” I am Noah Owens. As for Michael Connor, he was the love of her life. The one she cherished most during her youth. What she seemed to forget was that when her family’s company was about to collapse, Michael had been the first to walk away. During those seven years, I was the one who helped revive her company, the one who stayed by her side. I believed she might eventually have a change of heart, but I never expected her to abort our child for the sake of her first love. At that moment, I finally understood that you can’t force warmth where there is none.