Can Angels Do This

After eight years and countless pregnancy tests, I was finally pregnant. Zachary loved me to his core. With or without a child, his devotion never wavered—if anything, it only grew stronger. He was over the moon, practically bouncing off the walls, promising me the world and everything in it. His parents were relieved that the Williams family legacy would finally have an heir. They completely changed their tune, suddenly treating me like I was made of gold. But I had no plans to keep this baby.

Quando eu tinha sete anos, o papai trouxe pra casa uma mulher bonita. Ela me deu uma caixa de mangas. Naquele dia, enquanto eu comia as mangas toda feliz, a mamãe assinou o acordo de divórcio e se jogou do prédio. Desde então, manga virou o meu pesadelo. Por isso, no dia do meu casamento, eu disse pro meu marido, Ivan Ribeiro: — Se algum dia quiser se divorciar de mim, basta me dar uma manga. Ele me abraçou em silêncio. Desde então, manga também virou o tabu dele. No quinto ano de casamento, na véspera de Natal, a amiguinha de infância dele, Rafaela Lima, deixou uma manga em cima da mesa do escritório. No mesmo dia, Ivan anunciou o fim da amizade com Rafaela e a demitiu da empresa. Naquele momento, eu achei que ele era o homem da minha vida. Mas meio ano depois, voltei do exterior com um contrato de um bilhão fechado. Na festa de comemoração, Ivan me entregou um copo de bebida. Depois de meio copo, Rafaela, a mulher que ele havia expulsado da empresa, apareceu atrás de mim, sorrindo: — Tá gostoso o suco de manga? Olhei pro meu marido, incrédula, enquanto Ivan tentava segurar o riso: — Não fica brava, a Rafaela insistiu pra eu fazer uma brincadeira com você. — Eu nem te dei uma manga de verdade, só um suco de manga. — Mas olha, acho que ela tem razão, o seu problema com manga é exagero! — Você estava bebendo toda animada agora há pouco! De cara fechada, levantei a mão e joguei o resto do suco no rosto dele. Depois, virei as costas e fui embora. Algumas coisas nunca são brincadeira. Manga não é. E o meu pedido de divórcio também não.

Letta Letishia finally found herself living in luxury and wealth. However, it wasn't all she had hoped for. She obtained it all at the cost of marrying a man who would become the father of the child conceived from their one-night stand. This relationship completely changed Letta's life. The man was Marco Jovanka, a CEO of the airline company JV Airlines, where Letta worked as a flight attendant. The forced marriage transformed Letta's life 180 degrees, bringing the ups and downs of life and the story with Marco. Although everything initially seemed normal to Letta, everything changed when Letta had to lose the fetus she carried on her own wedding day with Marco. The heaviest loss and pain had to be borne by Letta alone as Marco blamed everything on her. Marco considered Letta the cause of the potential loss of the child he had been anticipating. Marco promised to punish Letta for her wrongdoing, making Letta feel like a prisoner in the large house that felt like a prison. There were no more smiles, friendly gestures, or attention from Marco, However, an incident made Marco realize his fear of losing Letta. His body trembled when he saw Letta covered in blood, especially when Letta fell into a coma with their second fetus. Marco was afraid that Letta would never wake up again, or even worse, hate him. This dilemma made Marco feel incapable of facing it. However, fate sided with Marco again when Letta regained consciousness from the coma but lost all her memories. This allowed Marco to plan a happy marriage for both of them. This is the second season of Marco and Letta's story, titled "Trapped: I Can't Escape from the Billionaire." The first season can be read under the title "Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire's Child."

No dia do meu casamento com Felipe Torres, a filha adotiva da família Torres ameaçou se jogar de um prédio. Para salvá-la, Felipe me abandonou no altar, vestida de noiva, e fugiu da cerimônia. Diante dos olhares zombeteiros de todos os convidados, anunciei publicamente: — Quem subir aqui e se casar comigo hoje, terá a mim como esposa! Três anos depois, Felipe retornou à casa da família Torres com sua irmã adotiva. Eu estava sentada em um sofá de couro, tomando um consommé e assistindo a uma série. Felipe encarou meu ventre protuberante, rangendo os dentes. — De quem é esse bastardo na sua barriga? Tomei um gole do consommé e sorri levemente. — O filho que carrego é, obviamente, um herdeiro da família Torres.

Amaka Richard fell pregnant out of wedlock and was sent away from her parents' home. Five years later, she met her baby daddy, but he denied knowing her. "Joseph, my child is yours, the same face, nose, and mouth," she confronted him, but he refused to acknowledge her or his child. Amaka moved on, now, Joseph is back at her doorstep, begging for forgiveness. Should she forgive him and accept him back? Find out.

I loved my foster brother, Cayden, for five years—five years of hiding, lying, and choking on the shame that came with every kiss, every touch, every lie. I should have hated myself for it, but I loved him too much for that to matter. I thought we had a future, until his first love, the one who had once shattered him, returned without warning. Suddenly, I was nothing more than a dirty secret. While he smiled at his engagement party, I was lying in a hospital bed, waiting for death, worn down by my heart condition and his cold neglect. I was as good as gone. Until Miles, who would later become my fiancé, saved me. A year later, I came back—with a loving fiancé, a healthy body, and a new life. Cayden seemed broken by my “death,” but all I felt was bitter irony. We were foster siblings, never meant to be together. He was just a mistake from my past, a mistake I swore I’d never repeat. But life didn’t turn out as smooth as I imagined. Miles carried secrets, and Cayden… he wasn’t ready to let me go.

WARNING: This book is rated 18+ and contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and dark, obsessive themes. Till Sin Do Us Apart is a one-shot taboo tale of lust and domination, where two or more souls collide in the dark, seeking pleasure, and craving release. It’s not only love that binds them, but obsession. This story is extremely sinful, forbidden, and erotic, a slow exhale of tension and temptation. It’s about the ache of being wanted too much, touched too hard, controlled too completely… and still coming back for more.

Five years into marriage, Silvia Serra becomes both Dante Valenti's most lethal weapon and his most invisible presence. She shields him from bullets. She crosses a freezing river for him. Her scars accumulate, and his response is an assumption that it is how things are meant to be. In time, Dante grows repulsed by the violence clinging to her. He derides her lack of charm and gives his warmth to another woman instead. He allows others to grind down her dignity, and with a new lover in his arms, he openly stains her name. Silvia tolerates it so she can continue guarding him. Everyone mocks her as if she's numb to it all, driven away again and again, but never truly gone. Then comes the night of pounding rain. Cast aside without ceremony, Silvia erases every sign she was ever there and leaves with finality. Dante treats it as nothing more than sulking, convinced she will return within three days. Later, the once-untouchable Don was seen on his knees at Silvia's feet, stripped of all pride, begging her to turn back and look at him just once.

Warning!! Buckle up and sit tight because this book dives headfirst into hot, explicit, raw content packed with intense scenes, forbidden obsessions, and unfiltered desire. If you're ready for steamy scenes, proceed with caution... or don't, and let the heat consume you. Jonathan Wright is a disciplined, quiet, and academically driven medical student who lives inside his head and inside his fantasies. At twenty-three, he has never had sex, never truly fallen in love, and never crossed a line he couldn’t uncross. But that changes when he becomes dangerously obsessed with two men he can never have. Professor Wyatt Rooke is a feared, brilliant, controlled, intimidating, and untouchable attending surgeon. His closest colleague, Professor Bryce Lockhart, a senior physician, is everything Wyatt is not; calm, charismatic, observant, and quietly dangerous. Together, they awaken desires Jonathan never knew existed, desires he pours into secret, and explicit writing meant for his eyes only. But one careless mistake leaves his darkest fantasy submitted inside Wyatt’s office instead of the required medical assignment. Now what began as shame turns into something far more dangerous and Jonathan learns that once desire is seen by the wrong men, it can never be taken back.

The ninth bonding ceremony between me and the Alpha King, Thorne Ravencrest, is finally here. Yet once again, I failed to become his Luna Queen. Not because he broke his promise, but because I'm not qualified enough. The Elders made it crystal clear that every Luna Queen recognized by the Moon Goddess throughout history must cultivate 365 Moonlight Flowers using their own blood essence. But every year on the eve of the ceremony, no matter how careful I am, there's always one flower missing. This year, I nearly drained myself completely and barely managed to grow the right number. Ecstatic, I go to find Thorne, wanting to surprise him. Through the partially open door of the throne hall, I hear his Beta say to him, "Alpha King, Sera's been waiting for you for eight years now. Are you ever going to bond with her?" Thorne shakes his head. "I promised Willow we can't bond this year either." His Beta hesitates. "What if Sera actually manages to grow enough Moonlight Flowers?" Thorne goes silent for a moment, then claps his hands. A shadow wolf appears and melts into the darkness. Before long, a shadow wolf returns with a Moonlight Flower clamped in its jaws. He tears the flower into shreds and lets out a sigh. "Sera has plenty of blood. Forget one year. She could keep cultivating for another ten years and still be fine. "But Willow's been poisoned with wolfsbane. I'm all she has left, and she wants me by her side in her final days. "I can't bear to refuse Willow, which means Sera will just have to wait a bit longer." I bite my lip hard, barely able to believe what I'm hearing. So the Moonlight Flowers that kept mysteriously disappearing were all destroyed by him. Becoming Luna Queen has been my dream since childhood. But if he never intended to bond with me at all, then it's time I leave him.