Gelo

"What if everything you once believe aren't all real? Literally." Angelo is trapped in a curse. He rises and wakes up everytime his beloved is reincarnated to change the tragic loop of in their love story, but then fate is playful. After a thousand years, he fell in love with somebody else and this is the delimma. Who will he choose? The woman who he wakes up for? Or the woman he just fell in love with?

Love is magical and cannot be explained. Cherry Gilles an ordinary high school dropout working for billionaire Rex Angelo as his secretary and tea girl. She unintentionally falls in love with him when she was supposed to hate him, it brought a lot of serious scandals and complications in their relationship as boss and employee. Until Kayla Angelo steps into their lives and gives it a 360 turn. Love is a strange word to Cherry and she hates it. The word ‘love’ did nothing in her lifetime because it is not real and blames herself for falling in love with Rex. Their relationship wasn’t supposed to be, it was forbidden, dangerous and foolish. "What can I do to get this foreign feeling from my chest." Cherry pleads.

At the age of Twenty two, Sophia Romanov wanted nothing but a complete family. Her mother leaving them for another family at a tender age.. didn't do them any good. But just one night..changed everything. The little family she had began to bring together was torn away by her fucking Master. Her father sold her out! ~••~ 'You're a fucking liar. My father never lets anyone on this floor. No matter who you are, he doesn't let anyone on this fucking floor.' I glared at my phone. Oh how I wanted to strangle his neck and kill him. I could still hear the comment on my pajamas. His fucking deep voice that no one could actually forget. 'Well, I'm not just anyone sweetie. How would you feel if I were to tell you that...your father could give you up with just a word from me." He typed. I glared at the sentence, reading every word with pure distaste. 'Who are you? God? Lucifer? Go rear ducks or shit fucking lullabies, stronzo. You're not even a man such as L'Angelo.' I scoffed, wishing there was a way I'd record it and let him hear it. "Oh, pardon me sweetie..where are manners.' He typed again. 'They call me L'Angelo Morte.' L'Angelo! #The first book of the Fulleta series #Ivy

Raphael Angelo is a businessman and a part of an underground organization. He hates being trampled, so when he meets the carefree and hardworking Thamara, he is enraged by what she did to him. He wants revenge, but what if his revengeful self is lost? Will he be able to stop his admiration for the maiden? Or just continue his revenge?

Maristela Almeida levou a filha ao hospital para uma consulta. O médico responsável era ninguém menos que seu ex-namorado, de quem ela estava separada havia muitos anos. Depois de sete anos afastados, ela já havia mudado de nome e aparência. Aquela jovem gordinha havia se transformado completamente. Ele não a reconheceu. E, claro, ele nem imaginava que ela teve uma filha dele, em segredo. A menina apertou a mão da mãe. — Mamãe, por que você está chorando? Maristela não soube como responder. Só queria virar as costas e fugir dali. ... Na juventude, ela teve uma paixão secreta por ele e conseguiu conquistá-lo. Na Universidade Nova Lusitana, estourou o maior escândalo: Aureliano Martins, o galã da faculdade, elegante, reservado e com um ar frio como o gelo, estava em um relacionamento secreto. A namorada misteriosa era uma menina gordinha. Ela virou alvo de piadas cruéis e zombarias por todos os lados. A voz dele, fria e rouca, ainda ecoava na memória. "É. Foi só uma brincadeira. No mês que vem, estou indo embora do país." Maristela colocou um ponto final naquele amor amargo. O reencontro entre os dois abalou completamente a vida tranquila que ela havia construído. Ela fez de tudo para se manter longe do mundo dele, mas acabou na cama dele. Ele a pressionava, oferecia vantagens, fingia estar doente, agia com carinho, até mesmo sem o menor pudor. Ele espantava todos os pretendentes ao redor dela. — Aureliano, você sabia que eu tenho namorado? Dentro do luxuoso Maybach, os dedos longos e fortes dele seguraram firmemente a cintura delicada dela, enquanto a beijava com loucura. — E se eu virar seu amante? Sou mais rico que ele, mais jovem, posso te proporcionar muito mais prazer. Há sete anos, foi ele quem insistiu em um romance secreto. Agora, sete anos depois, é ele quem quer ser o amante. Ela o chamou de louco. Mas ele respondeu que, desta vez, estava mesmo doente.