Chainsaw Man Mc Novelas e Histórias

Just imagine… You’re eighteen, innocent, and hopelessly devoted to the boy you thought would be your forever. You trusted him with every part of yourself. Loved him enough to ignore the strange late-night disappearances, the secrets, the distance growing between you. Until the night you followed him into a luxury hotel suite… and your entire world shattered. Because you weren’t walking in on another girl. You were walking in on your boyfriend wrapped around Julian Voss — the infamous billionaire every magazine in the country worshipped. And Julian Voss was drunk enough not to remember a thing. The next morning, he wakes up beside you instead. He looks into your eyes and believes you were the one in his bed. The one he touched. The one he wanted. Not Cal. You should tell him the truth. You should walk away. And suddenly revenge tastes sweeter than heartbreak.

Celeste Baker never thought that the father she had always respected would turn herself into a child who was sold to marry the eldest son in the Davis family. Celeste felt a sense of disappointment and anger. Ultimately, she agreed to marry the man but wanted to cut ties with the Armstrong family! Celeste's father didn't agree at first, but the Old Lady of the Armstrong family decided, and the man couldn't do anything about it, although on the other hand, the two men's wives were eager to get revenge on Celeste. Meanwhile, on the Davis family's side, Dean Davis, the heir to the giant family, chose to find out about the girl his family had arranged for. When he found something interesting, the famously cold man smiled mysteriously. Will the married life between Celeste and Dean go well? Or cause a lot of problems?

As if my life wasn’t already complicated as a plus size woman who has always found it hard to find love, I go and fall in love with the wrong man. Stanley Pearson is my father's best friend. A billionaire. Twenty-nine years older than me. Engaged to my high school bully. And.. the only man I've ever truly loved. For years, my feelings were nothing more than a secret crush I swore I'd outgrow. Then my parents left for a three-year overseas assignment and asked Stanley to let me stay at his estate until I finish college. Now, I'm living under the same roof as the man I can't stop thinking about. Every day, I tell myself to keep my distance. Every day, I fail. Because the more time I spend with Stanley, the harder it becomes to ignore the way he looks at me. The way he remembers the little things. The way he makes me feel seen when the rest of the world looks right through me. Maybe I'm foolish. Maybe I'm delusional. Or… maybe some loves are too powerful to disappear just because they're forbidden. Whichever it is, my heart has never been very good at following the rules.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my wife left me for the man she could never forget. "Winston's raising a child on his own. You know that being a single father isn't easy. Besides, you're both men, can't you cut him some slack?" Not only was I willing to "cut him some slack," but I was also willing to step aside completely. I was willing to be the bigger man so the two of them could raise that child together. I packed my things and left, taking the initiative to apply for an overseas program in architecture. To my confusion, she came running to me, crying and begging me not to go. Still, it was too little, too late.

Tales of a gay man part 2 what’s true and what’s fantasy? Who knows? Either way this is gonna be hot

The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned. I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond. Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive. I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion. Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death. He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child. The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage. Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay. I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack. "Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate." Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name. He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making.

He was poor, but with a dream. She was wealthy but lonely. When they met the world was against them. Twelve years later, they will meet again. Only this time, he is a multimillionaire and he's up for revenger.

“Lucky advances toward her, and her breathing intensifies. He stop inches from her. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice low and serious. “I’m certain,” she replies, trying to steady her voice. He studies her for a moment, then asks again, “I don’t think you understand what I’m asking. If I spend the night, I can’t promise to be a gentleman.” She looks at him boldly, her eyes unflinching. “And I’m not asking you to be one tonight.” Daniela Blackwood's life takes an unexpected turn when she gets into a car accident with a handsome stranger, Lucky Hamilton. What starts as a night of despair transforms into an unforgettable night of passion. However, weeks later, Daniela is shattered to discover that Lucky is married to her stepsister, Alicia. Conflicted and heartbroken, Daniela tries to distance herself from the man she unexpectedly fell for. Lucky, on the other hand, has his own side of the story and is determined to explain himself. But Daniela doesn't want to hear it, convinced that any relationship with Lucky is doomed from the start. A surprise pregnancy throws Daniela into turmoil. Struggling with her emotions for a married man and a cruel step mother, Daniela finds herself in a tough situation. The lines between right and wrong blur as she grapples with her growing love for Lucky and the reality of their situation. Can Lucky and Daniela’s feelings for each other overpower the chaos of their own lives? "The Married Man Who Loved Me" is a story of love, betrayal, and redemption.

Three years after my fiancé fell off a cliff while on a sketching trip in the mountains, I walked straight into his solo art exhibition by accident. And there he was, the man I hadn’t been able to forget for a single day, gently adjusting the scarf around a young woman’s neck. Every wall around us was filled with portraits he once promised he would only ever paint for me. Yet now, every single one of them was of her. Beside me, Timothy Hansen, his closest friend, the one who had helped me handle the aftermath back then, grabbed my arm. “Lexie, don’t do anything rash. Ethan had his reasons. He was rescued by Jane after the fall. He hit his head and lost his memory. It wasn’t on purpose that he didn’t come back.” I gave a wry smile. “So he lost his memory. Did you lose yours, too? If Ethan was alive all this time, why didn’t you bring him back? You watched me spend the last three years drowning in pain, surviving on sleeping pills. Was that entertaining for you?” Timothy said nothing. He didn’t even dare to look at me. Meanwhile, the girl—Jane Green—shrank back, hiding behind Ethan like a frightened animal. Then, Ethan finally looked at me, his expression cold and distant. “Ms. William, I didn’t come back because I didn’t want to. Jane is the one I love. As for the past, since I don’t remember it, just think of it as something from a past life.”

I was touching myself in front of the teddy bear on my bed, because I knew a man was watching behind its eyes. He had sneaked into my home, lay on the bed where I slept, and left traces of himself on my clothes. When I noticed, he watched as I hid in a corner, trembling… not knowing that I had been waiting for him for a long time.