Do Everything In Love

Sari Asrianti, gadis berusia 22 tahun, terpaksa menjadi Orang Dalam Pemantauan (ODP) karena beberapa rekan wisudanya didiagnosis positif mengidap Covid-19. Ia harus mengisolasi diri secara mandiri selama empat belas hari karena hal tersebut. Untuk mengisi waktunya selama isolasi mandiri, Sari mengikuti sebuah grup daring yang berisi sesama ODP. Oleh Mirka, moderator grup tersebut, Sari dikenalkan dengan sejumlah teman baru, di antaranya Markus yang merupakan ODP termuda karena berusia remaja, serta seorang pemuda bernama Salman. Tanpa diduga oleh Sari, Salman mengajaknya berinteraksi secara pribadi setelah sesi grup usai. Seiring berjalannya waktu, Sari semakin nyaman bercengkerama dengan Salman melalui panggilan video maupun chatting. Karakter Salman yang supel dan optimis membuat Sari menyukai pemuda itu. Terlebih lagi, tidak lama kemudian Salman menyatakan cintanya kepada Sari.

Wish we had a bit more time to explore this thing between us. Sincerely, Micah. Micah know of the cliche, best friends falling in love and all that but still he couldn't help himself when he fell for Alyssa, his sweet best friend that currently has her world crumbling around her and needs him as a teether. That teether he was when she got herself back together and when he wrote his letter. That teether he was when she realized her feelings for him, sadly Micah has a secret that prevents them from being together. Somethings are just not meant to be, no matter how right they are.

Grávida de nove meses, fui feita refém no último andar do prédio por Afonso, um ex-funcionário que guardava rancor por ter sido substituído pelo meu marido no trabalho. Ele me esfaqueou dezenas de vezes. Meu marido, José Rocha, capitão da equipe de resgate, direcionou todos os recursos para salvar sua primeira namorada, Cecília, que, em depressão, ameaçava incendiar seu apartamento alugado. Eu não pedi que ele viesse me salvar. Na vida passada, por ter ligado para ele pedindo socorro, José largou Cecília para me resgatar. Eu e o bebê sobrevivemos, mas Cecília morreu no incêndio que ela própria provocou. José, na aparência, não me culpou. Reservou uma suíte VIP na maternidade para mim. Mas, justamente no dia do parto, ele me amarrou e, diante de mim e do nosso bebê, desferiu dezenas de facadas! – Naquele dia, você e o sequestrador me enganaram juntos, não foi? Seus ferimentos eram superficiais! Você nunca ia morrer! – Já que você gosta tanto de ser esfaqueada, eu faço esse favor pra você! Quando abri os olhos novamente, voltei ao dia em que fui sequestrada. Desta vez, decidi deixá-lo ir salvar a primeira namorada.

Come along with Airabella as she navigates the path to adulthood, despite the obstacles she encountered in her childhood - including the passing of her father and her mother's remarriage. Will her protective brother Freddrick be there to support her through all the hurdles? Find out the full story to discover all the twists and turns of her life.

Alexandru Luc Conri is a Lycan, one of the only ones left. He is the Beta of The Blue Moon Pack. He has been in love with Adaline Aurora Vulkov all his life, but she ran away ten years ago, leaving him and everyone behind. Now, she's back, and he's ready to claim her as his Mate, something he should have done long ago. He tries to, but she rejects him, in front of the whole pack, and he lets her go. Adaline Aurora is a psychology professor at NYU. She left New Orleans years ago, determined to never return. However, she visits for her parent's anniversary, and she sees him, Alexandru, so she flees. She has never felt part of the pack, and she never wolfed out, one of the things that made her leave home. She returns to New York, trying to live her life with her boyfriend and best friend, oblivious to the danger lurking around. An huge wave of betrayal and dangers bring Addie and Alex together, and she starts to realise things, as they try to work together to save their home. This is a second chance paranormal novel. It has witches, werewolves and vampires. Find out what happens to Adaline and Alexandru.

The life trial system "If You Think You Can Do Better, Prove It" burst onto the scene like a traveling circus promising wonders. The idea was plain enough: "If you reckon someone's life is a mess, and you think you can do better, go ahead and prove it. There's a reward waiting if you do." Before I knew it, my whole family had me pegged for the fool in the middle of the show. There was my mother, dreaming of turning me into some grand goose; my husband, who'd spent years dodging his rightful share of the family load; and my son, mortified by the very sight of me. They shoved me onto the "judgment seat" like I was the villain of the tale. Every last one of them swore up and down that, given my place, they'd manage my life better than I ever could. The stakes? Well, if they pulled it off, my consciousness would be erased—gone, wiped out like a mistake on a chalkboard—and turned into their personal servant. On top of that, they'd waltz off with a cool million dollars. But if they couldn't? Then I'd be the one raking in three million dollars. Now that's a gamble for the ages, isn't it?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Grávida de nove meses, vi a amada do meu marido se mudar para a nossa casa com uma desculpa qualquer. Ela fingia sofrimento sempre que me via, e ele me acusava de exibir a barriga só para provocá-la. — A Rafa já sofre demais! E você ainda exibe essa barriga enorme só pra machucar! Só vai aprender se eu te der uma lição. — Rosnou ele, com frieza. Sem hesitar, mandou me trancar no sótão e proibiu qualquer um de me trazer comida. Supliquei, dizendo que os gêmeos estavam grandes, que o médico havia pedido minha internação urgente, pois o parto podia acontecer a qualquer momento. Mas ele apenas riu como se eu estivesse contando alguma piada tola. — Ainda faltam três dias pro parto. Não inventa desculpa para escapar! Vai pro sótão pensar bem no que você fez! Isso é o mínimo, depois do que fez com a Rafa! — Ele insistiu, ignorando completamente a minha dor. No sótão escuro, gritei até minhas unhas se quebrarem na porta. No silêncio sufocante, as contrações rasgavam meu corpo, cada onda de dor parecia não ter fim. Coberta de sangue, exausta e ainda presa, percebi que meu filho não sobreviveria. Três dias depois, enquanto tentava tomar um mingau, meu marido, já incomodado, comentou com desprezo: — Manda a Joyce descer para me preparar o mingau, e depois vá pedir desculpas à Rafa. Se ela pedir de um jeito decente, pode até levar ela pro hospital na hora de parir. Mas ninguém respondeu, pois o sangue já escorria do sótão, degrau por degrau, inundando a casa num silêncio mais aterrador que qualquer grito.

Introducing the next chapter in the Dark Side of Fate series!Liam's heart is broken on graduation night when the father of his long-time crush decides to whisk her away for reasons best known to him. The situation gets him distraught. Suspecting she is in danger, he tries to pull the strings to help find her. In the process, he is surprised by fate as his mate shows up in the midst of everything, and he is now torn between his fated and his long-time crush. He tries to navigate through with wisdom, but love isn't a battle of will but that of the heart, and his wolf isn't relenting either.This book continues the exciting journey of the children of our beloved characters as they face challenges in their unique world.Follow Liam, the son of Tamia and Sylvester, as he deals with unexpected struggles in his life. Despite feeling sad, destiny has something special in store for him. Will it turn out to be a blessing or a curse? This story revolves around Liam's love journey.If you haven't read The Dark Side of Fate Books 1 and 2 yet, consider giving them a read. It will help you better understand the characters and their backgrounds.

Isabella Elvis thought she could deal with her fiance's billionaire father who is determined to fight her until she gives up on his son. He preferred a billionaire's daughter for a daughter in-law. Isabella finds herself in more trouble when she has to deal with the billionaire's daughter and her fiance's best friend Sullivan, who also wanted Sebastian for himself. Just when Isabella thought the war was over and she could be with the love of her life, she got the worst betrayal of her life from the person she trusted the most. How will this love story end when Sebastian finds out that Isabella is the one who killed his father? Do you think love is really worth killing for? Why could Isabella have done that?