Che Mack Nude

Julianna might have done a lot of wrong things in the past, including breaking someone's heart because she made a mistake of following her heart instead of her head. It all lead to her downfall. But stubborn as she is, she would not stay on the ground. Babangon at babangon si Jules kahit pa ang ibig sabihin niyon ay pagkapit sa taong nasaktan niya noon. Nang muli silang magkita ni Jake ay hindi maiwasang maungkat ang nakaraan nila. She was positive that Jake's still inlove with her and she's determined to take him back. But it was too late, now that Jake's happily married and all. But then again, Jules was pigheaded as fuck. Mapapasakanya si Jake. She will do whatever it takes, regardless of how many people she will hurt in the process. Because Jake is hers. And hers alone.

I failed my college entrance examination. My father decided to sell me to the village chief’s hot-tempered, crippled son. My younger twin sister helped me escape in the middle of the night. It was only later that I discovered my younger sister was the one who had failed the examination. She used my identity to attend college and hooked up with a rich heir. At her engagement banquet, they revealed the truth that she had taken my identity. As a result, the event fell apart. Out of rage, my sister pushed me down the stairs. I grabbed her and pulled her down with me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day the examination results came out.

I find cigarette ashes on the passenger seat of my wife's car. She brushes me off, saying, "My new assistant left it there. He's not the most sensible." When I ask for a divorce, she stares at me in disbelief. "Just because of that?" "Yeah. Just because of that!"

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.

Angkasa kembali setelah sekian tahun meninggalkan Ashlesha dengan mengambil posisi guru di sekolah gadisnya. Setelah berjuang mengobati sendiri sakit hatinya dan dengan kehadiran seorang Revaldo di sisinya, Ashlesha sendiri tidak yakin untuk lantas menerima ajakan menikah Angkasa.

Deborah a été maltraitée toute sa vie. Pendant son enfance, elle a été maltraitée par sa belle-mère et ses demi-frères et demi-sœurs, ce qui lui a fait perdre sa capacité à parler en raison du traumatisme. À l’âge adulte, elle avait pensé que les choses changeraient lorsqu’elle épouserait l’homme qu’elle aimait, Roger Peterson, mais il la détestait parce qu’elle était muette. Roger était toujours distant et ne se souciait jamais de la douleur qu’il lui causait. En plus, son attention s’est entièrement portée sur son amour depuis son enfance, la faisant sa maîtresse. Craignant d’être seule, Deborah a enduré son mariage avec Roger pendant trois ans. Elle avait pensé que si elle l’aimait et le comprenait, il remarquerait sa valeur et quitterait sa maîtresse. Mais elle s’est vite rendu compte que cela n’arriverait jamais et avait atteint sa limite. Deborah voulait divorcer pour chercher son propre bonheur. Même si Roger refusait de le faire, elle n’abandonnerait pas parce qu’elle avait trouvé une raison de se battre pour son droit de retrouver une vie heureuse.

Looking to get over a betrayal and layoff, Everest Prue Camara goes to the small town of Lucerne-Alpane County to find recluse, and hopefully, discover a new passion. When fate puts her up as a neighbour with a single father, Everest is determined to not fall for the handsome rancher. Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already. Mentor Gayle Calloway Jr. had always thought he was doing okay. His ranch was turning out very well over the years, Lucerne-Alpane was paradise to him and his daughter was fine, so what else could he need? The arrival of a new neighbour up the road puts the rancher's whole belief into question when he starts having feelings for her, to his annoyance. Everest has to make the choice of succumbing to her needs and risk toying with his heart, or steering clear till her recluse was over. Mentor finds it equally hard giving in to his own passion, especially having sworn off women. Will both of them relent and find solace in each other? Especially when at play is The Rancher's Heart?

All my life, I craved nothing but love. But my life had been marked by tears, pain, and bad decisions. Escaping the misery of a foster home, I ran straight into the arms of a cruel Mafia Boss. It didn't take long before his handsome mask fell off, revealing the monster beneath. After three years of constant abuse, I finally slipped from his grasp, but my freedom turned out to be more fragile than I thought. I had run away from brutal prison only to be sold at the auction and locked up in a golden cage. My new owner was Grey Maledetti, the wealthiest and most feared man in New York. I braced myself for more cruelty, but it didn't come. I thought I could escape him, but he wouldn't let me slip away. The more I tried to resist, the harder I was drawn toward him. He was dangerous. He was possessive. He was intoxicating. I breathed him in like a drug, slowly becoming an addict. I thought he would destroy me; instead, he mended what was broken. He embraced my every weakness and lent me his deadly strength. Grey Maledetti is no knight in shining armor. He is the King of Hell, and now his blade is pointed at those who hurt me…

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

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