Give You My Heart

Willow discovers her mate is the person she least suspects. As the two of them grow together and learn about each other, she has to find her own strength against a man who she doesn’t know. She must find herself in order to stand at his side.

Two cunning damsels. Five friends who are not helping And a Duke on the verge of a dilemma as he makes the decision that will change everything. Blinded by the desire to get her home back, Monica Maitland decides to play the Duke of Anfield into fulfilling her every desire. But when emotions set in, it takes the highest form of cruelty to ignore them in the quest for happiness. Philip Forland however gives a deaf ear to every warning he's received, switching the identities of heroes and villains as he's blinded by his love for Monica. Meanwhile, she's the devil behind the scenes, striving to destroy everything that once destroyed her. Until she realises, maybe the real villain here wasn't who she thought it was.

To the Valencia family, love is a weakness that cannot be accepted, and happiness is just an illusion that can be bought with money. This was the way Ashley was brought up, and she has to follow this way of the Valencia’s because expecting love or happiness is like she is trying to be ungrateful to her family since they adopted her when she was just 3. What will she do when the self-made billionaire and CEO of Stone Tech Ltd., Liam Abbot, wants her? She has been so used to shutting everyone off that she doesn’t know how to deal with the fact that someone actually wants her even if he only wants her contract marriage with her. Will she give in to him or is her quiet and lonely life as the Valencia's adopted daughter too good to pass up?

"I do " the words I dreaded saying in my life. I knew what I getting myself into. I knew it would cost my life but I had to do it for the sake of my family. My dad. Blaire Rose Anderson Daughter of the CEO of Anders &Co industry, has a heart of gold. She is swéet to everyone even after the death of her mother in a car accident. She the heiress to the Anderson &Co company. But a misfortune caused the business to go bankrupt and the only to save it is to Marry to the heir to thr Angelis family. Dante Vicente Angeli's Cruel,cold and powerful man ever known. He is Rich, arrogant,jerk and a Playboy. His parents wants him to settle down but he doesn't want to. Dating Isabella DeMontez.. He thinks he is in love with her, he takes her home to meet his parents and he was greeted with unexpectedly news of marrying a girl he doesn't know. what happens when the get married? Will Dante fall for Blaire of make her life more difficult or will they have a peaceful marriage when Dante has fiance around?.........

When my son asked me about his father while crying once again, I pointed at the television. Samuel Shaw, who had just made it into the top three of the wealth rankings, was being interviewed. He said he had achieved fame and success, and the person he hated most was his childhood sweetheart and ex-wife. “She abandoned me when I was gravely ill, all for the sake of money. But it was that very betrayal that pushed me to rise from the ashes in my darkest hour.” The reporters grew excited and suggested contacting me on the spot. "She must be filled with regret, begging Mr. Shaw to take her back!" My phone rang right then. I answered and immediately asked for money. "Samuel, my son is sick. Could you lend me sixty thousand dollars?" He abruptly hung up the phone and said with a cold laugh, "Knowing she's living so miserably gives me peace of mind." Looking at the kidney failure report in my hand, I silently wept. Six years ago, I secretly donated one of my kidneys to Samuel. Now, his son was suffering from the same disease and didn't have much time left.

Tony Gambino never forgave me. His childhood sweetheart died saving my life, and for seven years, his hatred was a constant, silent burn. I fasted. I prayed. I begged for absolution. He met my penance with a cold sneer. "I'll only forgive you when you're dead." The words were a knife to the heart. So why, when we were both poisoned, did he shove the only antidote down my throat? As the poison claimed him, blood trickling from his lips, he choked out his last words, "Scarlett... in our next life, let's never meet." Later, I tried to visit his grave. His sworn brother and Consigliere, Richard Bruno, blocked my path. He pressed a gun to my forehead. "I don't know how you have the nerve to show your face here, Scarlett. He'd be alive if he hadn't saved you. "I should never have let him give up Elma for you. You're a curse. Everyone who gets close to you gets destroyed." Their eyes were unanimous in their blame. And they were right. So I watched his gravesite from a distance, my own guilt a heavier stone than any marker. Not long after, I was killed in a gang crossfire. When I opened my eyes, I was seven years in the past. This time, I made a different choice: I let Tony go—so that everyone might live.

Having a mate was every she-wolves’ dream and November was one of them. Imagine her surprise when she found him, the Alpha of his pack was his mate. She was happy, and her excitement of creating her own fairy tale would start with her mate. She thought everything would be okay, but then her Alpha rejected her, claiming another she-wolf as his mate leaving her devastated and with a broken heart and wolf. For two years, November endured the pain inflicted by the rejection, and every time Knox mated his chosen Luna. And with the help of Wolfnip, she temporarily forgot her pain despite the side effects of the drug. Little did she know, the drug dealer had his eyes on her. His golden yellow eyes focused on her and her alone. Imagine her shock when this man appeared in her pack’s clinic when she was about to give in to death claiming he’d help her to fix her and accept him as her new mate… Will this man be able to fix her broken heart and body? Or was it too late for him? Will November hand her heart or choose to lock it to prevent anyone from hurting her again?

“Say you're mine, Raven,” Declan pushed his tongue against my earlobe. I struggled to stiffle the moan fighting it's way to my lips. It was bad enough I was a squirming mess, I couldn't let him win. “And if I don't?” I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Then I will bend you over and each time you moan, I will inscribe a letter of my name on your neck, where everyone can see it, wherever you run to, my lovely Raven,” the husky whisper sent shivers down my spine. I didn't put it past the psychopath to do exactly as he said. ******* Raven was a trained assassin and pride of the BloodFrang Tribe, until she was tasked with bringing the head of Alpha Declan of the IronClaw Pack. Right when she's about to drive a knife through his heart, she discovers he is her mate and her mission instantly fails. To makes things worse, Declan captures her and her fiance goes ahead to marry someone else. It doesn't take long for her to realise she had been a pawn in their games and now, she just wants to see them burn.

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

My uncle’s rival, Emmett Meyer, saved me twice. The first time, I was drowning after a shipwreck—until he cut through the waves on a speedboat and dragged me ashore. The second time was after someone had slipped drugs into my drink. That night, I seduced him, a hardened man ten years my senior. In the dim glow of a private room, he guided my hand downward and growled, “I want you so bad, Babe.” He took me ruthlessly, ignoring my sobs and pleas. From then on, Emmett—the untamable “Prince of Silverbridge”—abandoned his reckless ways and devoted himself to me. Or so I believed. Then one day, he coaxed me into his Rolls-Royce and captured our tryst on camera. I flushed with embarrassment and secret delight. Later, as I hurried after him to return some documents he had left behind, I heard the sneers whispered in the hallway: “You’re so wild, Emmett. Everyone heard your girl moaning.” “Damn, the car rocked so hard I thought you’d break it.” “Hey, if Franklin Reed ever finds out that his precious niece has been your plaything for three years… think he’ll have a heart attack?”