Dunia Anna

— Preciso da sua ajuda para forjar a queda de um jato particular — eu disse calmamente. — É a única maneira de eu conseguir deixar Luca Moretti. As pessoas diziam que ele havia renunciado ao trono da Máfia por minha causa. Chamavam ele do homem que trocou o poder pelo amor, o herdeiro que abandonou sangue e ouro apenas para se casar com uma garçonete das favelas. Durante anos, ele fez o mundo acreditar em nós. Ele construiu impérios sob o meu nome. Ele me enviava rosas toda segunda-feira. Ele dizia à imprensa que eu era a sua salvação. Mas amor nem sempre significa lealdade. Enquanto eu estava ocupada acreditando no para sempre, ele estava construindo um segundo lar pelas minhas costas. Um lar cheio de risadas, brinquedos, e filhos gêmeos que tinham os seus olhos. Na noite em que desapareci, o império dele queimou. Ele devastou cidades, subornou governos, e enterrou homens vivos apenas para me encontrar. Mas, quando ele fez isso eu já tinha partido. E a mulher por quem ele um dia morreria não o amava mais o suficiente para permanecer viva.

On the day that was supposed to be my wedding—the bride wasn’t me. The ceremony I’d waited for five years for turned into a joke when Valentina, my sister, walked down the marble aisle in a white wedding dress. Her arm was linked with Luca’s — the man who was supposed to be waiting for me at the altar. “I’m sorry, Bianca,” she said softly. “But you are no longer the bride today.” Then she touched her stomach, eyes gleaming with triumph. “I’m pregnant with Don Romano’s child.” Her words detonated inside my skull, and the whole world went silent. As if afraid I wouldn’t believe her, she lifted something glossy up towards the light. A black-and-white ultrasound image. It read clearly: Gestational age — 12 weeks. My eyes burned, tears stinging as I turned to Luca, desperately searching for anything—a denial, an explanation, regret. Instead, he only sighed, weary and resigned. “Bianca, I’m sorry.” he said helplessly. “Valentina doesn’t have much time left. This wedding… it was her last wish.” “I’ll make it up to you,” he added. “We can have another wedding later.” My father, Moretti, stood behind him, wearing the same stern expression he’d worn my entire life. I have never seen him smile at me, not even once. “Bianca,” he said sharply, “Your sister is dying. Let her have this.” My brother nodded without saying a single word, as if that was enough to be a solid answer. All my life, they had chosen her—her tears, her whims, her needs—over mine. Today was no different. Something inside me quietly cracked. Fine. If no one in this family cares about me, I’ll leave.

Brandon Wolfram is the poster boy for heartbreaks and disaster. The boy everyone fears and lusts after. The kind of boy who will leave you broken and sprawled out on the bathroom floor, wishing you never met him and the boy, after whom your life will never be the same. An enigma. An addiction. An obsession. Faith Millar knew exactly what she was getting into when she fell in love with Brandon…and yet, it was too late to give up. Because if there was one thing he was good at, it was driving a woman wild with desire and leaving them wanting more. And Faith wanted a lot more than just his body. She wanted his heart. But will Faith, a shy, introverted virgin of all people, be able to tame the quintessential bad boy? Or will she become just another notch on his bedpost? Or this time…will Brandon become the one obsessed with the innocent little mouse?

Kara Dawson is afraid of the dark. Nightmares came every night, haunting her of a past she cannot let go and a dreadful thing she cannot comprehend. A peaceful sleep is nothing but an elusive dream especially when her over-reacting senses are screaming of something intangible lurking in the shadows of the night. Will she survive each midnight before her fears fully devour her or will she learn to love the dark? He is there. He sees her and her every breath. He knows her fears and he isn't suppose to meddle and stir someone else's fate. But he can't continue watching her drown deeper as the midnight kisses the moon. Now, he must save her, not until the day breaks...

Lilith wanted more than anything to destroy the life of the man who had killed her father and taken get pack into slavery, but unfortunately, she fell hard for him instead. "How do you choose to love? I believe I have no place in my heart to love anyone. But, I want to love my child, I just don't know how to" He said, staring at the moon beside the river bank. "It isn't difficult Alpha,once you open your heart to the person you truly love, it'll burn down all hate." She replied, staring at him with burning cheeks, while touching her stomach. But now, his entire pack are against their love, and Lucien must do all he can to save the woman he loves dearly who is also carrying his child. To do this, he has to choose between his life or the life of the woman he loves dearly.

Awalnya Mas Rendi meminta ijin pergi untuk bekerja, supaya aku dan Safia, putri kecil kami bahagia. senang, gembira kala mendengar niat tulusnya di tancapkan dalam benak kami. namun, setelah sekian lama, suamiku lupa jalannya ... Mas, kembalilah.

Amelia Starling lived a normal life in the city of Michigan, working as a waitress in a very fancy café she lived a single life her only stress was to go to work and cater for her grandma as she was an orphan, but all these changed the moment she witnesses a gunfight between two mafia gangs which causes an uproar in her life, one that went from a prickly nightmare to a flowery soft dream. Damon Morningstar, the Don of the highest mafia gang in the states, was referred to as the Mafia King, he has both the looks and the money, ladies fell at his feet, and he was called the Mafia king, death himself. Known for his ruthlessness and popularity he holds a great standard in the mafia society and outside, he meets Amelia at the gunfight and makes it his mission to get her as his. Two to tango they both take off into a world of hate, love, and death.

My name is Roxy Gilbert and I'm apart of The Silent Moon Pack. When I was two years old, we were attacked by a stronger and more powerful pack. They took our home, our people, our land and our dignity... And I'm getting it back. *** Roxy and her twin brother, Aiden, have been training their whole lives to go undercover as spies in the pack that overthrew them. Their aim is to figure out the pack's weak spots, get enough information as possible about them, and attack when they least expect it. What Roxy doesn't know is that her mate was the new Alpha of that very pack, which leaves her torn between betraying her pack or her mate. Who will she choose? Let the tests of trust, love and loyalty begin....

" Even if I know I'm going crazy bit by bit, least let me hold your hands. Maybe only then can I stop thinking about you, discard all thoughts about you and go live my life finding someone else." Alyssa's voice trembled uttering such when her heart kept on saying otherwise. After finding out she has just little time to live, Alyssa wishes to fall in love with a man who is the direct opposite of her and most importantly does not wish to be loved back by that person. When she stumbles upon Alex who is dangerously captivating and she claims to be deliciously tempting, she makes her desire to be his Contracted Woman known to him, but taking a good look at Alyssa,he bluntly refuses and tells her he doesn't deal with ladies who aren't pretty, bold and strong. Alex also tells her that he isn't in for love or affection and hates such. Because of this, Alyssa tries everything possible to make him realize that she could also be pretty, strong and bold like he wants her to be and that she would never demand for his love. When he finally agrees, Alex figures out that he is gradually falling madly in love with Alyssa, but all hell are let loose when Alyssa also figures this out and wishes to terminate the contract so as not to leave him in pain when she dies and goes her separate ways.

The day I signed the divorce papers, I voluntarily gave up custody of my daughter. Because that day, in the courtroom, she clung to her father’s neck, sobbing with all the fury a six-year-old could muster: “You don’t even love me… do you? If you leave Daddy, I’ll stay with him… and you’ll be all alone forever!” In my past life, I had ignored her childish threats. I fought tooth and nail for her custody. I poured every ounce of myself into raising her. And yet… she spent her entire life hating me. Not once did she ever call me “Mom” until the day I died. On her wedding day, she even invited her father’s mistress to the stage to give a speech of thanks. Now, opening my eyes again, seeing that same cruel little face staring back at me, I simply nodded. “I don’t care.” After all… I never wanted a daughter like her anyway.