Gentle Sa Balat Paliwanag

As the upcoming tour approached, the dance troupe suddenly revoked my position as the lead dancer. Anxious to get an explanation in person, I lost my footing due to my distracted state and tumbled down the stairs. While enduring the sharp pain and preparing to call for emergency services, a notification popped up on my phone screen: “Redwood Dance Troupe: Welcome our new lead dancer, Averil Wells, and our generous sponsor, Julian Ford." The accompanying photo featured two smiling faces—my husband of seven years, whom I had secretly married, and his pampered mistress. Julian had his arm wrapped around Averil's waist as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meanwhile, Averil clung to Julian's neck, her face radiating shyness and delight.

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

“Love was never part of the deal." When Lila Voss inherits a mysterious estate, she doesn’t expect to find six men already living there; each more captivating than the last. Among them is Shay, the gentle writer who steals her heart. But when he dies under suspicious circumstances, Lila uncovers a shocking truth: All six men “made a deal with the estate” for their wealth, talents, and power in exchange for binding themselves to her. They were never free to love her. They were pawns in a deadly curse, and her stepmother has been pulling the strings all along. Now, heartbroken and furious, Lila must decide: Will she destroy them all in revenge? Or will one of them prove his love was real? But the mansion won’t let her leave... and the curse demands a final sacrifice.

To the public eye, Kayla Williams seems to have it all. A perfect home, A happy marriage, and enough money to buy a country if she pleases. It’s all a lie. She married a piece of shit, has an empty home, and let us just say she is barely holding her company together. But when Lucan Vesley, older, cold, dominant, but surprisingly gentle, offers her and her husband a forceful partnership that would solve her problem, it comes with a catch only she is aware of: 100 days to do with her as he pleases, to get her out of his system and mind. Everything changes. What starts as a contract affair spirals into so much more than either of them expected. Throw Kayla’s fragile heart in the mix, and the stakes of them ruining each other become higher.

My boyfriend, Jules Gray, was the most ruthless young Don of his family, while I was the best mercenary who had once struck fear into the hearts of the underworld. He said he liked gentle women, so I laid down my weapons for love. We were at war. To settle it, he broke my hand and sent me to the Grays' rival family as a 'sacrifice'. "Skylar Shaw, it's your honor to die for the Gray family." Three years later, I returned as the Donna, took over his territory, and blew up his arms ships. When he knelt before me, begging for mercy out of our past ties, I grabbed his neck with my mechanical right hand and fired the gun without hesitation. "Survival rule number one—the loser dies!"

After having one-sided love towards Landon, Evelyn was ecstatic when she got married to him, having high hopes and beautiful dreams. Even though he held no love towards her, he was gentle and kind to her. Only if she knew how wrong she was back then. She would have never associated with him. Fast-forward to two years later, Evelyn was exhausted and sick of him. Nothing scared her more than being with Landon. Therefore, signing the divorce papers, she ran away far from him, wishing to never associate with him. However, all that crumbled when he came looking for her after three years. What did he want with her? Why come looking for her if he didn't love her?

My sister and I were mated with a pair of twin werewolves. She mated with the black wolf—strong, imposing, and the Alpha heir to the wolf pack. But he was cold and desireless by nature, with a violent temper that made her life after forming the mate bond unbearable. He often turned on her, leaving her battered and broken. I, on the other hand, mated with the frail white wolf, who was gentle, considerate, and seemingly weak. Yet with patience and intelligence, he eventually became the Alpha of the pack. Jealousy consumed my sister. She poisoned me, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the day we were choosing our mates. My sister hurriedly reached for the white wolf. I smiled. Did she really think the white wolf was harmless?

Losing her fiancé, Noah, on a stormy afternoon was Camila's greatest tragedy and sorrow. It took her five long years to finally gain back the courage to step out of her door and face the world once more… When she finally left her grief-induced isolation, she ran across the arrogant, gorgeous Trey Gregori, who looked much like her old love—Noah. But later on, she was convinced that he was not Noah at all. They were two completely different people. Noah was sweet and gentle, and she never witnessed him become as cocky as her current Biology classmate. Mysteriously, Trey seems to be hiding so many dark secrets, and Camila, who is supposed not to care at all because Trey is not Noah, finds herself indulging her curiosity and unfolding those secrets one by one…

Damien pur secretly coveting the role of Alpha for the powerful Silverwood Pack. However, as an outsider from the Blackwood Pack, he knew he needed to gain the trust and approval of Lyra's father, Rowan, the current Silverwood Alpha. With his charming and manipulating skills, Damien seduced the kindhearted Lyra, preying on her gentle nature. He convinced her that having a child together would solidify their union and ensure Rowan's blessing for Damien to become the next Alpha after being accepted as Lyra's mate. Blinded by her deep love and trust for Damien, since he's the only one who accepts her. Lyra agreed to undergo artificial insemination, believing this would start their family and lead to the future Damien had promised her. For months, they tried, with Lyra remaining hopeful despite the difficulties.