Broken Soul Book Nova

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?.

“ 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.

Paalala: Ang kuwentong ito ay isang kathang-isip lamang. Anuman ang inyong mababasa ay huwag tularan. Panimula: Ngunit ang lahat ay nagbago nang isang araw, napilitan siyang magtungo sa police station dahil nasangkot ang kanyang kapatid sa isang gulo sa bar. Doon, isang babaeng pulis ang umagaw ng kanyang atensyon. S'ya si Kurt John McCain, isang multi-billionaire na business tycoon, ay kilala hindi lang sa kanyang yaman kundi pati sa kanyang nakamamanghang hitsura—matangkad, makisig, at ang kanyang ngiti ay sapat na para mawalan ng ulirat ang sinumang babae. Ngunit para sa kanya, ang mga babae ay walang iba kundi panandaliang libangan. Walang puwang ang seryosong relasyon sa kanyang abala at marangyang buhay. Para sa kanya, ang mga ito ay parang laro lamang—walang emosyon, walang komplikasyon. Ang lahat ay laro lamang. Si SPO 3 -Althea Perez, isang dedikadong policewoman, ay hindi lang mahusay sa kanyang tungkulin kundi kilala rin sa kanyang kagandahan, kaseksihan, at kabutihang-loob. Ngunit sa kabila ng pagiging pulis, marunong din siyang magpatawa at makibagay. Lihim niyang binabalanse ang buhay sa pamamagitan ng pagraraket sa palengke upang suportahan ang kanyang pamilya. Bagamat maamo ang kanyang hitsura, huwag kang magkakamali—hindi siya aatras sa sinumang nagtatangkang umabuso sa kanyang prinsipyo. Isang araw, nasapak niya ang isang mayabang na lalaki na nagdulot ng kanyang pagkawala ng malay. Ang mayabang na lalaki? Walang iba kundi si Kurt. Ano ang kahihinatnan ng pagtatagpo ng dalawang taong magkaibang-magkaiba ang mundo? Paano mababago ng isang policewoman ang buhay ng isang businessman na walang pakialam sa pag-ibig? Abangan ang kwento ng dalawang magkaibang katauhan na pinagbuklod ng kapalaran.

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

After the problem with her stepmother, Sherly had been struggling in her life. Even though she has her family, the longing in her life for someone to be by her side is still there. Thus, this made her and George's feelings for each other even deeper. Will Sherly be able to continue her love for him despite the danger of their work, or will they stop?

“If I blow each and every dandelion in this field, will he choose me? Will he love me? Will he be mine?” -Sherly Montenegro A smart, cunny, witty, and sly woman. She was the most respected woman in the word of illegalities, weapons and blood. Her weapon, the information. She is one of the most famous information gatherers that no one wants to be messed with. She is living her usual life. Not until he meets George. She fell in love only to get her heart broken. Will she be able to pick herself up or will she drown in the pain she is feeling when she gets information about him?

Rhea is just a lovely omega working as a maid in the pack estate, saving every dollar she can to go to college. All her life, she’s dreamed of finding her mate — someone who would love her, respect her, and make her feel complete. She never asked for much. Just a kind man who’d treat her right. That’s what she wants. That’s what her mother wants. And her best friend Kale, the youngest son of the Beta, just so happens to fit that dream perfectly. During the Mate Ceremony, she finally finds her mate… but it’s not Kale like she hoped. It’s Alpha Dorian. The cold, ruthless Alpha known for his icy eyes and iron fists — and worse, everyone knows he’s already engaged to Vivienne, the daughter of a powerful neighboring Alpha. This has to be a joke. Rhea wants nothing to do with him. She plans to reject the bond and stay far away. But when her mother falls dangerously ill, and desperation sets in, she realizes she doesn’t have the luxury of pride. “Be my mistress,” he whispers, pinning her to the wall, his cold breath brushing her neck and sending a shiver down her spine. “And I will help you.” Now, Rhea is trapped in a secret affair with the Alpha she swore she hates — but every time he touches her, her body betrays her.

What does love mean? What does it takes to love? How do you prove your love? What can make love last? Love is magical. Love makes us complete. Love gives us happiness. Love makes us live. But love is also a battle. A battle you need to fight. A battle you need to win. But how will you succeed it? And when do you win? Have you win after hearing the 3 words from the person you love? Have you win when you get a label? Have you win already when you now have a ring on your finger? Have you win after hearing the priest says, "You may now kiss the bride?" When do you exactly win? Does the battle end after the wedding? Actually, no. It's just the start of the battle. The real battle starts after the wedding. Nicholas Kalle Morton and Quiva Anastasia Morton battle, begins now.

The day after my best friend, Sarah Blunt married Patrick, the second son of the Brosnan family, I too became a bride and wed Matthew, his older brother. She married a swimming champion, and I, the rock-climbing coach. We thought we had our futures all figured out. Then, something happened that summer. The four of us planned a getaway but Matthew and Patrick’s baby sister, Megan joined us and our peaceful trip became a crowded affair.  While rock climbing, disaster struck—the rope snapped, and all five of us plummeted into the river below. The brothers rushed frantically to save Megan, leaving Sarah and me at the mercy of the river’s current, battered and tossed like driftwood. By the time the rescue team pulled us from the water, we were bruised, scraped, and utterly spent. In the hospital, Megan and I received devastating news that would change everything.  “You’ve been pregnant for 40 days, Ma’am. How could you put yourself in such a risky situation? Your baby survived, but your friend lost hers.” Shaken, I called Matthew to tell him about the pregnancy. His anger cut through the line. “You’re angry that I went to Megs first and now you’re trying to fool me with a fake pregnancy? She’s my sister—it’s my duty to protect her!” Sarah faced her own storm. Patrick practically scoffed at her grief. “Miscarriage? Do you expect me to believe that? The doctors said you only had a 30% chance of conceiving. I can’t stand women who create drama out of nothing.” Both calls ended abruptly, leaving us stunned as we stared at each other in the sterile light of the hospital room. In that shared silence, we made our decision—we would leave these men behind and start anew, launching a business together. But when the brothers received our divorce papers, they showed up at my door in the middle of a storm, kneeling in the pouring rain, crying through the night for a second chance.