Extreme Love By Malisha Rana Mga Nobela at Kwento

Max has warned all the unmated ones to give you a wide berth that why you don't see them, anywhere near you. She said. "Love isn't about looks Mali." I said on a sigh. My heart hurts everytime I am reminded of how we came.to be. I know I love him, but that something I plan on taking with me to my grave. But that could be a freaking long a*s time. "That's enough time to let him love you. You at least deserve that. You have suffered enough, you need to freely love your mate. If you think the bond is intense now , try it when you decide to let go of the past and just let things flow naturally." Mali had advised.

****** ~NEXT GENERATION BOOKS OF MISTRESS~ HIS VICIOUS LOVE – A tale of dark obsession Aadhvik Richand - Sahita “Call me fucking obsessive bastard but that’s I am for you, my sweet little love.” “Your love for me is insane and my heart is too fragile to match its intensity." HIS WIFE - A shackle for her Adrika Raichand – Ridmay Aahuja “I have seen my whole life that love is nothing but pain and suffering and you have proved it by breaking my heart. Marrying you was my biggest mistake, I will correct it by shooting a bullet in the middle of your head, you fucking bastard.”

My heart broke into pieces for her, here I am wanting to be lighter and shes wanting to be darker. I raised my hand "can I introduce myself now" She smiled and nodded her head "well in Alaina and I tried to kill myself by slitting my wrist" I took a deep breath "take your time hun" "I tried to kill myself because I hated my dark skin, I hated myself. I was made fun of for my skin and I believed them when they called me ugly; I lost myself in their words. I wanted to bleach my skin of its imperfections just wash all my dark skin away and become new, improved and beautiful; but I'm starting to realize that your skin color doesn't define you because beauty comes in all sizes, shapes, gender a

I reluctantly held her. "What's going on Ayesha? What is with all the news?" I asked sternly. She lifted her head up from my chest and my heart melted seeing her eyes. Soo innocent and pure. I couldn't help myself from wiping her tears with my thumb. "I.... it's nothing like that Armaan. I love you.....and only you. It's just that, Amaal and I were searching for something and some idiots took pictures of us and started the rumours. I swear Armaan. I cannot even dream about loving anyone else but you my Love." She implored to me.

He couldn't even talk to his own sister about it. Serena had chosen to save a girl she loved instead of Marcello, at a critical moment when he had wanted to hurt the world out his own pain and frustration. He knew Aisha, as Jasmine's friend would definitely know more about her plans and disappearance. But Aisha us been clueless and Marcello hadn't been able to bring himself yo believing in her words; he couldn't believe anyone anymore. He had wanted to put a bullet through Aisha's head after the numerous tortures he'd inflicted on her in attempt to get something relatable out of her.

The heat in the room rose until the air felt like liquid gold, mirroring the volcanic fire beneath the island. ​When the climax finally hit, it was a total system override. My vision whited out, my fingers clawing into the muscles of his back as a wave of raw, soul-shattering pleasure crashed over me. Malakai let out a low, animalistic roar against my neck, his body shuddering with the force of a decade’s worth of repressed love and violence.

His breath was shallow, his eyes dark with pain. Malrec staggered toward the edge, bleeding and laughing. “You see? Even love cannot escape the curse.” Saraphina rose slowly, her hair lifting in the wind, her eyes bright with fire. “No,” she whispered. “Love rewrites it.” She stretched both hands toward him, and the river itself rose—golden fire mingling with water until it became something else entirely. It surged forward, wrapping Malrec in a whirl of light. His scream was swallowed by the torrent, his body dissolving like ink in sunlight.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

I’m left with the instructions to keep quiet and not to make any unnecessary sounds till the end of the day. For God's sake, I have a baby inside of me. How am I supposed to live like this? Someone please explain to me, how? I still haven't gotten the shocking scene of Antonio shooting the man like an animal right in front of me. The scenes replay in my head every time I close my eyes. You just wonder why my eyes are everywhere then Well, this is the reason. I can't even close them. I can't. What I see in that darkness is terrible and unbearable.

Sara ate slowly and continued to ignore him. "Help me out here, Sara. I am trying my best for us to be on good terms, but you are trying to be difficult," He yelled again. Sara laughed. "You have made it clear to me that you do not value my opinions. You are forcing me to marry you, and you can see that I am clearly against it, but no, you went as far as to bribe my friend and my family into accepting this. You are clearly blackmailing me, and you think everything will be okay?" She shouted. No, your grace, I do not want to be in the same room with you, talk less of having a conversation with you, but I cannot, and why is that? Because I am to be married to you, and you own me," She finished