Drowning Sorrows In Raging Fire Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

This novel contains twist and turns with steamy obsessive romance 18++++.This novel is mainly centered on independent courageous female lead, Amira. _"Amira thought she had escaped her dark memories surrounding her when she left Aiden, her Family and wealth . Now, she's found solace in the arms of Ryan, a kind-hearted surgeon who reignites her hope for bright future. But just as Amira begins to rebuild her life, Aiden returns, determined to reclaim what he believes is his. Torn between a past she fears and a future she desires, Amira must confront her deepest fears and make a choice that could cost her everything."_

Femella Alcantara is a woman of mission. She is an alpha female who never lets any man dominate her. She knows what her assets are and she uses them to her own advantage. That's why their worlds clashed when another alpha male in the delectable form of Maverick Fuentebella tried to subjugate her. He is someone you can't win against but he found the most willing opponent in the face of the angelic Femella. He wants her and he will do everything to get her. Call it an obsession, Maverick doesn't care. He threw his reason aside and relentlessly pursue the woman. Their bodies clicked and the fire has been ignited. The temptation is proven to be too strong for them to ignore. But this is their biggest mistake. Someone gladly fell into the trap set by one of them.

A modern day kingdom in the country of Sargas has crowned its young queen after the sudden demise of her uncle, who died in his sleep unexpectedly. The new queen of only 19 years doesn't know much about politics and how to rule the land because she was her uncle's ward and the crown prince died in a fire at the factory 3 months ago. A kingdom where magic is banned and considered demonic, Atarah hides her power, desperately trying not to get dethroned. Looped in a contract marriage with her enemy, the prince of Antares, Dragomir. Atarah searches for revenge and love in between the chaos which is surfacing in her kingdom.

Violet Sinkette has spent her whole life preparing to follow in her father’s footsteps—a warrior destined to defend the kingdom of Anoryl against its sworn enemy, Daryn. As the daughter of the legendary Commander Jerome Sinkette, she’s trained to fight, to hate, to win. But just as she’s ready to claim her place in Anoryl’s elite royal force, her world is set ablaze. Her mother is murdered. She is kidnapped. And the greatest betrayal of all? She’s not Anoryl’s hero—she’s Daryn’s stolen daughter. Everything she’s ever believed is a lie. Her parents were spies. Anoryl’s war isn’t about defense but destruction. And at the heart of it all lies the Frinx—an ancient power that Anoryl will do anything to steal. Now, Violet stands at a deadly crossroads: fight for the kingdom that raised her or embrace the truth of the land she was born to protect. But with the weight of betrayal crushing her and the Frinx threatening to consume her, one question remains… Will she choose vengeance, or will she rewrite her fate?

Storm Burgesse, daughter of a Trillionaire couple, she grew up in luxury, attending elite schools and excelled in everything, she met Daston Lemos while visiting Westmune City learning about the Arts and working at an exclusive Studio or so he thought. He pursued Storm because she reminded him of someone though he never told her whom, she spent many years tied to him never knowing until... The revelations opens the door for someone who has watched and waited for years for a chance to have her, let's journey through the Storm

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…

He bit his lip for a while. "Just because we kissed doesn't mean that I like you." I chuckled. "I know." "I still hate you." "I heard you the first couple of times." He hesitated. "And if we kiss again, I still don't like you." ~ Henry Young is an antisocial highschool student. Due to the death of his older brother, Nate, his fear of abandonment made him distance himself from others. He stayed low, only talked when necessary and never joined many social circles. One day, a young man moves in with his family and despite Henry's anger, he can't seem to take his eyes off him. Because of Andre's outgoing nature, Henry is convinced that they're complete opposites and will never come to good terms with each other. But each moment they spend around each other keeps proving him wrong and maybe, just maybe, he doesn't see Andre as a brother figure.

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

She's always been alone. Without a name. With out light. Without any idea that this is not what life should be. Until the day she hears her in her mind. A strong, sweet voice that tells her this is not what life is. This is not living, just drowning slowly in darkness, but she can help. What happens when a girl with no name and no memories of a life before the dark, escapes and discovers there is so much more then she thought in this world? What will she do when the life she built, after emerging from the darkness, comes crashing down around her? Can she stand and fight for the light she’s now apart of, or will she find her self Drowning in Her Darkness forever.

My sister was autistic. The doctors called it "severe sensory overload." The rule was simple: No sudden noises. Ever. So my whole life was set to mute. I never wore heels. I never raised my voice. I wasn't even allowed to laugh. It was all to keep her from having a meltdown. My father, Victor, the Don of the Castellano family, would grip my shoulder. His face was a mask of apology. "Sera, you're my good girl. Protecting your sister is our duty. You're healthy and strong. You can sacrifice a little for her, can't you?" That day, I was on the second-floor terrace and accidentally knocked over a pot of white roses. The sound of it shattering sent my sister, who was sunbathing in the garden below, into a meltdown. For the first time, Victor glared at me like I was the enemy. He roared, "Can't you just be quiet? Do you want to drive her insane?" My sister backed away in terror, right into a glass table, and let out a piercing scream. Victor charged past me, a blur of rage and panic. He slammed into me on the stairs as I was running down to help. I lost my footing and crashed chest-first into the sharp corner of a wrought-iron banister post. Pain exploded in my chest. I opened my mouth to scream, but only silence came out. My family swarmed around my shrieking sister. No one even glanced at me. My lungs filled with blood. I was drowning on the floor. They all thought my sister, the one with autism, needed the family's comfort. They thought I just took a fall. That I could wait. They were wrong.