Dream Of A Nose Bleed

King Henry, everyone woman's dream and probably every man's nightmare needs to get married. Penelope Harding, quiet, every man's dream and every woman's nightmare, needs to find a man before her aunt cuts her head off. After a night at the club, Henry is fixated on Penny, calling her his queen but not everyone is keen on the idea of Henry marrying her. Overly jealous best friends, hard-headed fathers, and an evil ex-girlfriend. Will Henry marry his queen or will he have to settle for singlehood and risk losing his throne?

Savannah's dream, was to become a Pastry chef, meet the love of her life and have a family of her own. She wasn't expecting for her life to take a big turn. Luke, can only become the CEO at his dad's company, once he gets married. Desperation gets to him and searches for the perfect target. Savannah. Her dad has no money and she wants to go to college. He needs a wife in order to get his dream job. Three situations one solution. "You're going to marry me."

His Best friend knows everything about him. Every secret, every mistake, his past with girls, which would explain why Jaxon's best friend wants him to stay clear of his sister but sometimes you can't help wanting something you're forbidden to touch. _____________ "Do you know who I am?" she asks and he bits done a small piece of her hand making her yelp a little and pull her hand back. "Who are you?" he smirked, leaning in real close to her face so close his nose almost grazes hers. "I am Evelynn Caya Heyes, that's who. You are Jaxon Shae O'Connor and I am Ethan's baby sister. You can't just keep kissing me." she informs him like he is stupid not knowing that. "I don't think you will keep thinking long on that one." he grins. _____________

Margaux just had one ultimate dream, it's to marry the man she loved, Hendrix Mondragon. And after successfully achieving that dream, she thought everything was perfect and nothing matters anymore. But three years later, she was forced to sign the divorce paper and left with a broken heart. Little did they know she’s the hidden heiress of a very powerful and affluent family. Thus, when she showed herself again, she made sure that everyone who did her wrong will certainly pay, especially her husband who abandoned her for his mistress.

His eyes softened so full of emotions, his hands on my waist holding me tighter, pulling me closer to him. "You're my forever." He whispered. A smile reached my lips as I wrapped my hands around his neck, "forever is a long time, Hudson." He only leaned down kissing my lips, softly. Only for a second, then he laid a kiss on my nose, then my cheeks, my temple, on top of my head. He pulled me against his chest his lips brushing against my ears. "I sure damn hope so." ꧁𒊹︎꧂ Independent Olivia Keith, a free Spirit. Full of confidence. With a surprising sense of humor. College graduate. Just now having a kick start on her career working in one of the richest car companies in the New York. Alexander Hudson young CEO by day, notorious playboy by night. Vowed to never fall in love again due to his past relationship hardships. She was stubborn, and he was persistent.

My husband's beloved lover suffered from menstruation complications. A traveling doctor claimed that a fresh placenta was needed to cure her. His gaze fixated on my seven-months-pregnant baby bump. And thus, I was pinned down on the bed as they ripped the placenta from my body. My son was carelessly tossed aside. He didn't even get the chance to cry before his tiny body fell silent forever. My husband pinched his nose in disgust, frowning as he looked at me—bleeding out, feebly reaching for my child. “It’s just a premature baby. He'll be fine after a few days of care. Why are you making such a fuss? Sandra is waiting for her medicine." He left and locked the door behind him without looking back. He claimed it was a lesson I needed to learn. By the time he finally remembered us, my son and I had long since bled dry, our bodies cold and stiff.

Ever since when he was young, Alexander would get glimpse of his past life. Every night he would get to see what his past life was. Sometimes in a form of dreams and sometimes in a form of nightmare. He would dream about a life he shared with his mate in his past life. He would dream about his tragic death . What will happen when he will meet that same omega in this life too? Will he be able to change their love story from tragic ending to happy ending?

When I turned 18, my mother married my stepfather, a retired mafia kingpin, and I moved with her into a luxurious mansion. Just when I thought my life was heading toward happiness, my stepbrother, the new mafia boss, stormed into my life. He was like a devil, with delicate eyebrows, a high, sharp nose, and lips that were always tightly pressed together beneath a cold expression. Every time our eyes met, I felt a chill run through me, making it hard to breathe. I tried my best to avoid him, but he had no intention of letting me go. “My stepsister, from the moment I first saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go. You can’t escape—you’re destined to be mine.” I stared into his possessive eyes as his body pressed down on mine. “No, you're my stepbrother, we can't……"

During Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law hinted for the umpteenth time that she wanted a grandchild. However, my husband, Zachary Cole, who had insisted on staying child-free in the past decade, only smiled and filled her plate. After dinner, he slipped onto the balcony. "There, there. Daddy will come see you on New Year's Day," he whispered. I stood in the corner of the living room with a glass of water in my hand, feeling cold as the words sank in. I stepped forward and forced a playful tone. "I just heard you say 'Daddy.' Got a secret kid stashed somewhere?" He rubbed his nose, his voice stiff. "You must've misheard. That's… just a friend's kid." My heart sank. I'd been married to him for a decade, so I knew exactly what he looked like when he was lying.

When my boyfriend came to my family home to ask for my hand in marriage, my sister-in-law, who was usually cold and aloof, became a completely different person. She flung her arm around me warmly and asked, “Cassie, who’s your favorite? This boyfriend or one of the dozen or so men that you’ve brought home before?” As I denied her accusation and interrupted her, she cheekily batted her eyelashes at my boyfriend and cooed, “Oh, yes, yes. Cassie has never brought another man home. You’re the lucky first!” In the midst of dinner, she deliberately took her own soiled underwear out of the bathroom, pinched her nose, and waved it around as she screeched, “Oh my goodness, Cassie! I know you don’t really care about hygiene, but we have guests today! How can you have no shame? It smells so bad!”