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After finding out her husband has been and is cheating on her, Diana meets with a terrible accident on her way from a night club party, where she had gone to drown away her sorrow. When she wakes up few weeks later, she loses her memories and was unable to tell who she was. "Ma'am, you're weeks pregnant and though lost your memories due to the accident" the Doctor stated. How she got pregnant she didn't know? Who she was, she didn't know. Six years later, After rehabilitation, she returns back to the city with her triplets and meets her ex husband whom she no longer recognizes. Now, Her husband is set to win her back as well as her triplets but, her triplets has a striking resemblance with the president General.

Leila endure depuis quatre ans un mariage blanc, son époux étant impuissant. Ce lourd secret, gardé entre eux, la place sous une pression sociale écrasante. La famille de son mari, ignorant la vérité, la rend entièrement responsable de l'absence d'enfant. Elle subit seule les injures et le mépris, traitée de stérile, tandis que son mari, paralysé par la honte, ne la défend pas. Son calvaire est double : une intimité conjugale inexistante et une vie sociale faite d'ostracisme. Un événement vient bouleverser cette souffrance silencieuse : son beau-frère s'installe chez eux pour un temps. Une proximité se crée, la tentation devient forte et, dans un moment de faiblesse et de désir refoulé, elle succombe à une relation avec lui. Rongée par la culpabilité mais aussi soulagée de connaître enfin une forme de connexion charnelle, elle vit cette liaison dans le secret et la tourmente. Le véritable choc survient plus tard, lorsqu'elle découvre que cette rencontre n'était pas le fruit du hasard. Son mari, désespéré de la voir souffrir et obsédé par l'idée de lui donner un enfant , fût-il d'un autre , avait lui-même manigancé cette situation, encourageant discrètement son frère à s'approcher d'elle. La trahison est alors totale et complexe : trahie par son corps, par son beau-frère, et surtout par son mari dont la lâcheté a pris la forme d'un calcul manipulateur au nom d'une fausse générosité. Son dilemme initial se transforme en un chaos émotionnel bien plus profond. Dans cette spirale de souffrance et de manipulations, où peut-elle bien trouver son propre salut : dans le pardon, dans la révolte, ou dans la fuite ?

On my fourth year anniversary, my wife, Rachel Brady, hands over a divorce agreement to me. "My mom is afflicted with a severe disease, and she's dying soon. Her final wish is to watch us get a divorce. "I promise that this is just a fake divorce. Once my mom has passed away, we'll get remarried again." As I watch Rachel sob sadly in front of me, I agree to her proposition out of sympathy. But as soon as we get divorced, Rachel quickly posts a photo of her and her first love, Max Cohen, in wedding attire on her social media account. Even my ex-mother-in-law, who's said to live on borrowed time, is included in the same photo while looking hearty and hale.

“If you want me to keep your secret, you have to do one thing for me in exchange,” he said, his lips curled up slightly. “What thing?” Aurora narrowed her eyes, alarmed at the direction of the conversation. “Never never share the same bed with my brother,” he demanded, his alpha dominance rolling off him in waves, making her want to bare her neck for submission. But Aurora straightened her back and challenged him head-on. “Why? I’m his wife,” Aurora stated with a neutral expression on her face. She and her husband were a fake couple, but he didn’t have to know that. The fewer people who knew, the more favorable the situation was to her. “I’m supposed to…” “You are mine!” he released a deep guttural growl. The possessiveness shown in his words and eyes made Aurora both startled and baffled. He stalked to her in calculated steps, his eyes glinting with a deep well of want and desire under the moonlight. Aurora started to retreat cautiously until her back hit a hard wall. In a flash, he was in front of her, his arms resting on the wall beside her head, caging her. He was so close to her. Too close. His lips almost touched hers. A smell mixed of rain and pine forests invaded her nose, making her dizzy. Her wolf perked up. Aurora quickly cleared her senses. “I’m nobody’s woman,” she declared, locking eyes with him. But she quickly regretted it because who wouldn’t lose herself in a pair of deep blue ocean-like eyes on a face carved out by the Moon Goddess herself? “Want a bet?” he smirked, “One day you will be mine.” The audacity of him!

Warning ***Excerpt, Mature contents*** "Why did you have to make me suffer?" I paused, "Do you hate me that much?" "Isabelle," Dimitri hisses with such venom in his voice. "You might want to watch your words carefully." "Don't worry, I'll free you from this burden." I spat. "Enough!" Dimitri growls "I'm going to reject you." "Enough!" He roars, making me stop. He grabs my arms, corners me against the wall. My heart is beating rapidly. I see fire in his eyes as he lock me with his body. "Fuck this! I'm done running from what's has already been decided by fate." With that said, he captures my lips in a fierce kiss. Isabella Rosa Santacruz, a witch on the run, she has a dark past and a even darker destiny but worst of all she has been chased her entire life by things that want her dead. When a prophecy is etched in stone that her blood holds the keys to the universe every monster and myth known and unknown on the planet wants to have her for their own personal desires. But her fate soon changes when she stumbles across the powerful lycan Alpha, her mate. And he is Dimitri Axel Castellan, the most ruthless and feared lycan Alpha famously known as the Blood Alpha. He is also the Alpha of the Blood moon pack, a pack cursed by a witch's dying breath to cease to be of existence on the eleventh blood moon. What would happen when fate pins in his path the one he hoped he would never find? She is the air that he can't give up, even if it would cost him everything he has, including his life. Will they fall in love? Or will they be able to save themselves from their impending chaos.

“When the first one is born, a curse shall soak the soil with blood.” He said he would come back. He had made a promise to King Lucas Romero and he was going to keep it. A human would give birth to a girl he would battle against. The child would be bound to him by the goddess, but he would destroy her himself. This would be her destiny and no one could change it. No one can change what has been ordained by the gods or is there an exception?

I just have one job: protect her. That’s it. But Aubrey Campbell… she’s my obsession. She’s my best friend’s little sister, sweet, innocent, untouchable. Totally off-limits. And yet, every glance, every accidental brush of her skin, makes it impossible to stay away. I was sent to keep her safe from a dangerous, deranged stalker, but protecting her quickly turned into something far more addictive, for both of us. My obsession is controlling me, and soon, she’s over my knee, crying out for a control she shouldn’t want, calling me ‘daddy’ in ways that ignite a fire I can’t put out. Desire doesn’t follow the rules. Obsession doesn’t back down. And once Aubrey Campbell is mine, there’s no turning back.

It's just supposed to be a part of a game. Amber will apply as a baby maker to the well-known hottie billionaire, Dark Indigo Villacorda. She will be rejected then after that her task is done. But the game went wrong when she immediately got hired. She is a trouble now but everything went even complicated when drop-dead gorgeous Ashton Villacorda, Uncle of Indigo appeared, claiming that he is the father of Amber's child.

Take it off slowly, inch closer, tease and make 'em believe you're all theirs--Make it perfectly estatic. Abigail's code was as simple as they come, and had worked impeccably for years with her one and only rule: No touching. But when she pisses off a snob who didn't like it very much, it was up to a certain billionaire to save her from his covetous hands. Except, he isn't quite ready to let her go just yet.

"So, I had my first kiss when I was eighteen. I was sitting on a bench park as a handsome guy went towards me, leaned, raised my chin and kissed me." That was the thought that ran on Cassadie's mind that night after they make love. She realized that the man who was her first kiss was the man lying beside her now. She was amazed and embarrassed at first but later then, she was confused as Yomiel confessed that he traveled back in time just to be her first kiss. The alluring, handsome, young detective of Felgrom City, Yomiel Argentum who was secretly an Ultima Werewolf without his knowledge had fallen in love on a werewolf hunter, Cassadie Aiden. Would their relationship work out when the Luna of the werewolf clan, who was Yomiel's mother wanted Cassadie dead? Will they successfully kill Cassadie? or will they fail to do so as Yomiel would travel back in time to save her over and over no matter what.