Do Guys Regret Blocking You Novels & Stories

Humiliated by her lying fiancé and seeing that all those people believed that litany is like having your life exposed. Marriage would save her family from chaos, that is the definition. Linna needed to marry Robert to get dowries and the compensation to save her family's business. However, everything that was going well just fell apart. Robert didn't show up at the wedding, I mean, he showed up when his bride was already at the altar. And he said everything he wanted to say and then some. Stepping out of reality. Ten years later they meet again, now Robert needs help. His company is about to go bankrupt due to misconduct and the checks he owes to his clients. He is left with no other option but to propose being a partner in a growing San Francisco middleman firm. Robert knows that what he needs is a marriage, but well, a woman who has already been left at the altar never thinks about getting married again.

"I, Emma Wilfred, reject you, Darrell Blackwood, as my fated mate.” My voice wavered as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks. “May our bond be severed.” He stepped forward. “We shouldn't do this, Emma.” “Then you’re free not to accept the rejection,” I interrupted coldly. “If you’re ready to give up everything and fight for our love,” I said, part of me hoping, desperately praying that he would really choose us. But in the end, Darrell chose power over our love. “I accept the rejection......" ******************** She gave her heart to her mate.....and he shattered it days before their union. All Emma ever wanted was to love her fated mate, devote herself to him, and one day bear his pups. But just two days before their marking ceremony, he handed her a wedding invitation; to another woman, all for power. Broken, humiliated and unwanted, Emma left her pack behind and vanished without a trace. Six years later, she's no longer the naive girl who believed in fairy tales. Now as a fierce and successful lawyer, Emma lives by one rule: Never to trust a man. But her life becomes in danger when the rogue Alpha is now ready to make her pay for ruining his perfect life. She thought that would be the end.....until she was rescued by Darrell Blackwood. As fate pulls their paths again, Darrell is drawn to Emma in ways he can't explain. But when he discovered her five-year-old daughter with eyes hauntingly like his own, everything changes. Now Darrell wants answers. Emma wants distance And the past? It's not done with either of them.

My father scoured the underground markets and bought my sister and me a pair of twin wolf-blood slaves. Catherine snatched the tall, powerfully built brother first—his alpha scent already awakening despite the silver shackles. That left me with the scrawny, silver-poisoned "cripple" whose wolf seemed permanently dormant. I pitied the poor bastard. His wolf was so suppressed I could barely catch his scent, so I kept him close, hoping my presence might help him heal. His legs were useless, twisted from what looked like forced silver injections. I dragged him to every back-alley healer and rogue pack doctor I could find, desperate to purge the poison from his system. I figured some brutal werewolf hunter had shattered both him and his wolf. Until my dad's rival pack snatched us both during the blood moon. He exploded from his wheelchair in a surge of raw alpha power, his true scent hitting me like a freight train. Golden eyes blazing, when my father's enemy aimed a silver gun at my sister, he grabbed me and shielded her from six bullets. "I'm sorry, Catherine can't die. I'll make it up to you in the next life." That's when it hit me—he wasn't crippled, wasn't even an omega. The silver poisoning? That was all just for me. I blinked... and woke up on slave-picking day. This time, I set him free.

Don Vincent White and I were known as soulmates. Everyone in the city said so. But our wedding never happened. Every time we tried, something got in the way. Bad weather. Scheduling conflicts. Emergencies. Three years ago, Vincent had to leave overseas to handle urgent family business. Before he went, he kissed my forehead and said, "I promise this is the last time. Wait for me." I believed him. So I waited. One thousand, ninety-five days. Ten days ago, he finally came back. I thought the three-year wait was over. I thought we would finally have our wedding. Then last night, I overheard him talking to his underboss, Marco Blue, outside his study. "You're really going to marry Miss Black? What about Vivian and the boy? Luca is over two years old now. He's your own son. This won't stay hidden forever." "Back when Vivian was pregnant, you made up every excuse to delay the wedding. But if Miss Black ever finds out—" Vincent's eyes cut like a blade. "Sophia must never know. My wife will only ever be Sophia. Tell Vivian to watch her mouth and keep that child in line." Luca. Two years old. His own flesh and blood. So while I spent three years waiting for him to come home and marry me, he already had someone else. A child over two years old. I stumbled back to the bedroom. Hands shaking, I called my grandfather. "Grandfather, I'm ready. I'll take your place and become the Donna."

Ava: Nine years ago I did something terrible. it wasn't one of my best moments but I saw an opportunity to have the guy I've loved since I was a young girl and I took it. Fast forward to years later and I'm tired of living in a loveless marriage. I want to free both of us from a marriage that should never have taken place. They say if you love something.... It was time to let him go. I know he'll never love me and that I'll never be his choice. His heart will always belong to Her and despite my sins, I deserve to be loved.Rowan: Nine years ago, I was so in love I could barely see right. I ruined it when I made the worst mistake of my life and in the process I lost the love of my life. I knew I had to step up in my responsibility and so I did, with an unwanted wife. With the wrong woman. Now she has once again flipped my life by divorcing me. To make matters even more complicated, the love of my life is back in town. Now the only question is, who is the right woman? Is it the girl I fell head over heels in love with years ago? or is it my ex wife, the woman I never wanted but had to marry?

Everything changed when his Ex-girlfriend returned….. Larisa Bennett thought the news of her pregnancy would improve her relationship with her husband, Ryan Kingsley. However, before she could tell him the pleasant news, his ex-girlfriend, Ivy Williams, reappeared and turned her life upside down. It was like she was starting from zero all over again. Ryan suddenly became distant and detached, his attention now focused on the woman he always loved. Larisa was hit with the reality that Ryan would never love her. She was the third wheel in her own marriage and she was tired. Resorting to the only thing that would set her free, she asked for a divorce but surprisingly, Ryan refused, not wanting to let her go but his actions told a different story. His ex-girlfriend always came first. In a shocking turn of events, everything turned south when Larisa found herself kidnapped at the same time as Ivy. Ryan is faced with a difficult choice. He can only save one. Will he choose to save his wife or ex-girlfriend? What are the consequences of his choice? If he chooses to save Ivy, will he regret it and will it be too late?

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”

On the day of my first shift, my Alpha triplet adoptive brothers weren't by my side for the first time ever, because their long-lost birth sister Scarlett had returned. My doting third brother Hunter abandoned me in a forest crawling with rogue wolves and made me walk back alone. My gentle second brother Ethan slapped me across the face for Scarlett, demanding to know why I was being so vicious. Even my usually level-headed oldest brother Mason told me to get out and never come back for his birth sister's sake, without even bothering to hear my side of the story. Scarlett's sweet facade fell away when we were alone. "So what if your parents sacrificed themselves to save my brothers? They are my biological brothers. You're just a mongrel with no blood relation. Even if I drive you out, my brothers will definitely take my side." I didn't say another word. I just grabbed my bags and left. They thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would be back in a few days. The three brothers even postponed their busy pack affairs to accompany their birth sister to patrol the Northern territories – to see the snowy tundra I had always dreamed of visiting. Many days later, when they returned to the pack, they suddenly learned that I had joined a Beta Wolf Enhancement Program that would last ten years, with no contact with the outside world. When they knew that I could never come home again, they fell apart.

After completing the quest, I insisted on staying in that world, foregoing the lucrative rewards. It was because I had a happy and perfect family there. My brother was a genius world-renowned scientist, and all his research achievements were named after me. My father was the world's richest man, and all his wealth was under my name. My mother was an extraordinarily talented dancer, but she gave up the stage just to spend more time with me. My family pampered me. I was the most envied pampered daughter in the world… until the day their real daughter, Carrie Langford, showed up at our door. Their love for me vanished overnight. From then on, I became inconsequential. Carrie orchestrated her own fall down the stairs, and my mother was so angry that she broke my leg. I ate a small bite of the cake Carrie threw away, so my father locked me in a dog cage for three days to dine with the dogs. He also made a golden cake for Carrie to make her feel better. Just because Carrie complained that her heart hurt, my brother dug out my heart for her and replaced it with an artificial heart. "It's just a heart. You've always been healthy. Carrie needs it more than you do." Calmly, my brother stood to the side, analyzing the data. "Don't worry, artificial heart technology is already very advanced, so the theoretical survival rate is very high. You won't die." After my soul left my body, I saw Carrie casually throw my heart into a trash can. The long-dormant system was awakened. [Would you like to take back everything you've given them, including your father's wealth, your mother's dancing talent, and your brother's intelligence, in exchange for a chance to revive?]

To attract more potential customers, my wife decided to join the cycling community. During the two months I was away on a business trip, she posted new cycling routes every single day on the map and became a well-known cycling socialite in the local scene. A neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag pointed straight to my backyard. [Dude, your wife is something else. Already found herself a riding partner? Looks like the bike’s not the only thing getting ridden.] In the video, an unfamiliar lace panties hung on the handlebars of the bicycle. The lush grass swayed rhythmically, with an undulating figure occasionally peeking from behind it. I dialed her number. “What are you doing?” She squealed, “I’m out for a ride, honey. I’ve been landing a lot of high-quality clients lately. I’m working really hard to make money!” “Oh?” I smiled. “With your body?” I tightened my grip on the phone and enunciated each word, “It’s pretty dark in the backyard. Want me to turn on the lights for the two of you?