Davy Jones Pirate

"Why do I even want you? I don't know Michelle! i don't know why I find it difficult, to think, to breath, to be human when I'm around you! My life ended the day I heard you were kidnapped and killed, I slept by your grave every day and night because that was the only place I could find peace, everyday I begged the heavens to take me instead and bring you back, I will die for you Michelle, and I will live because of you ", he said.I sniffed, "I live for you only", I said and then crashed my lips against his. * * What do you do when you walk into your best friend and your boyfriend having an affair a day to your wedding? What do you do when you get drunk and sleep with an alluring stranger? What do you do when you change town and find out that your new boss was your one night stand?What do you do when you sign a contract to be his fake wife for e year in exchange for help? And what do you do when you end up falling for him and what happens when he halls harder?

Falling in love is not as hard as people make it sound but finding the right one is hard. She was a victim of a man’s betrayal. She had trusted him with everything that she had, he was her everything. What she didn’t know that the one year he spent in her town he was only there to get over his breakup. But when he finally gets back with his girlfriend and he goes back without telling her, she is confused with her own feelings. She finds out on the news that he is a rich man who just recently married his long-time girlfriend in New York. She vows to make him pay even if it is the last thing that she does in life. She seduces Sebastian the brother of the man who ran away just to get her revenge. One day an opportunity comes and she grabs it with both her hands, but what she doesn’t know is that everything has its consequences. What happens when Sebastian falls for her and she doesn't want his love?

“You are mine! Mine alone” He Kissed her neck, pulling her closer to her and a soft moan escaped her lips. “No. This is wrong. Can’t be yours. Kaleb will never…” She couldn’t finish her sentence and he crushed his lips against hers. “Please stop,” she implored him to stop, even though she said that to him. Her body craved his touch, the warmth it brought to her. She wanted to feel his muscular hands on her. “You are mine, Allie!” He whispered, pushing himself against her. They knew it was wrong, but it felt right. She was engaged to another, and he was her pack’s enemy, but fate brought them together.

Follow Saber, a fox shifter, though an adventure of love, or betrayal. Can she get the ring for her skulk. Being matched with a cocky Alpha Wolf Shifter was never part of her plans. Will she be able to get back home?

My boyfriend is a forensic artist. He was forced to make a harrowing decision to save his first love. At the killer's demand, he created a portrait from a photo—he never realized that the young girl in the photo was me in my childhood. Two weeks later, the police investigate a grisly bomb explosion and dismemberment case. The victim's identity was unrecognizable, and the investigation dragged on for days as the authorities desperately searched the blast site, looking for my remains. After three days and nights, they finally recovered enough of my remains to reconstruct my face. When my boyfriend unknowingly brought the shattered fragments back to life with his art, he was confronted with a horrifying truth—one that drove him to the edge of madness.

I was the heiress switched at birth by a nanny. It was not until I turned eighteen that my biological parents finally found me, and traded me back for the girl they had raised and loved as their own. However, fate played a cruel joke that very same week. My parents died in a car accident. The family business collapsed. In one night, I lost everything. My older brother survived, but his kidneys failed. I did not hesitate. I gave him mine. However, grief broke something in him. Blaming me for our parents' deaths, he spiraled into madness. "You killed Mom and Dad! Why wasn't it you who died instead?" he screamed. I gave up college and took on three jobs a day just to pay for his treatment. Years passed. One day, while cleaning a mansion as a housekeeper, I saw her, the "sister" I was traded for, gliding through a lavish party, dressed in designer clothes and dripping in jewels. I froze when I heard the voices I had long thought silenced. My parents, alive, speaking to her as gently as ever: "Jasmine, you're so compassionate… agreeing to end Helen's punishment early." My brother, the one who should still be seeing a therapist, frowned and objected. "No. Not even a day less. Just because she suffers a little doesn't mean she deserves to live." I glanced down at the medical report still warm in my hands. For the first time in years, I smiled. "Perfect," I whispered. "Now I can finally die like I wanted to."

...." Should I stop?" his deep husky voice asked sending shivers down my spine. His hands , leaving trails if goosebumps all around me. My breath hatching...I couldn't say anything...I couldn't do anything, only to be overwhelmed by this pleasure. He chuckled and whispered," I told you, you're all mine, and mine only..."

My husband, a surgeon, committed a fatal error during surgery. In despair at the loss of his patient's life, he chose the ultimate escape via sleeping pills on the very same night. By the time I reached his side, his ice-cold body was already being carted into the morgue. His death set the beginning of my tragedy. The patient's family, consumed by grief and rage, turned their wrath on me. Their cruel vengeance eventually took my life. As my spirit left me, I came to witness a shocking revelation. My supposedly dead husband was, in truth, alive and well! While I suffered, he enjoyed a life of luxury with his mistress and his new family. He had it all—sleek fancy cars, a stately mansion, and a mountain of wealth. The discovery burned me with rage. So furious I was, I couldn't rest in peace. When I opened my eyes again, I awoke not in the afterlife, but on the day my husband faked his death. I had returned…

If happiness is a gift. Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus. I can’t tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him. Only that I did. With every glance, every touch, every minute…. he stole a little more of me. They say that all men are created equal. Well that’s a blatant lie! I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas, I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.

Bertrand Callum was a well-known lawyer in our circle and my fiancé. We had agreed to go on our honeymoon right after registering our marriage. But he broke that promise again and again. He took his secretary to every place I had dreamed of visiting. On my birthday, he brought her to Saltorlini, the place we had planned to go together. Later, he gave up our marriage registration just because she had sprained her ankle. Even when I was in a car accident and on the verge of death, he hung up on my call for help because of something she said. After I recovered, I went alone to Acreatic, a place I had always longed to see, and moved out of the home we once shared. A week after I left, Bertrand called to scold me. "Annie, you need to stop overreacting. Are you really going to divorce me over something so trivial?" I wanted to remind him that we had never actually registered our marriage. But ultimately, I shut up and said nothing. After all, there was nothing between us anymore.