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The day before our engagement, my fiancé, Shawn Williams, said he would accompany me to look for a wedding dress. He still was not there by the time the bridal shop closed. I received a text from him on my way home. Shawn said: [Britney said she ran out of pajamas, so I'll accompany her to go shopping.] I called him, but his junior answered the phone. "Shawn is taking a shower. I can pass along a message if you have something to tell him." Shawn and I had been in a relationship for four years. Whenever I had something important to do, his junior would suddenly need his help with something trivial. He would always abandon me and rush to her side. As expected, he did not hesitate to abandon me on a day as important as today. Feeling exhausted, I calmly replied, "Tell him the wedding is canceled. I don't want to marry him anymore."

Meine beste Freundin Maya war aus Miami eingeflogen – für meine Junggesellinnenwoche. Meine letzten Tage in Freiheit. Sie bestand auf einem Mädelsabend zu Hause, bestellte all mein Lieblings-Takeout. Dann bat sie mich, kurz ihr Handy zu halten und zu warten. Plötzlich leuchtete das Display auf. Eine Nachricht von irgendeinem Typen. Ein oberkörperfreies Foto. Text: Ich brauche dich heute Nacht. Ein weiteres Bild vibrierte herein. Sexspielzeug. Bondage-Ausrüstung – wie direkt aus einem Film. Mir brannte das Gesicht. Mein Herz hämmerte gegen die Rippen. Ich stürzte gerade in ihr geheimes Leben. Doch das nächste Bild ließ mir das Blut in den Adern gefrieren. Eine Nahaufnahme der Brust des Mannes. Eine gezackte Narbe – vertrauter als mein eigenes Spiegelbild. Sie gehörte meinem Verlobten. Luciano Carbone.

After helping the company secure a project worth 30 million dollars, the HR department suddenly tells me that I'm fired, and I will not be receiving any of my bonuses this year. Confused, I look for my boss, Jett Leroy, to ask him about it. However, he points his finger in my face and yells at me, "If it weren't for you being a stupid Scorpio, being the most toxic match for me and affecting the company's luck, we wouldn't have had a 30% drop in net profits this year! "I'm already generous enough by not making you compensate for all the losses you caused me! How dare you still ask me for more money? Get lost if you know what's best for you!" I smile when I read the text message notification on my phone and hurriedly sign the release documents. Jett is right. My horoscope and his definitely don't get along well. After all, I will be coming for his ass just a short while later!

VOWS WRITTEN IN SILENCE “I told myself she was a distraction. I was wrong. She’s the only thing that matters.” Raiyan Al Mansoor built an empire on iron-clad discipline and cold restraint. He believed love was a hollow ache—until a chaotic spill at Heathrow brought him face-to-face with Zoya Roseanne Fayez. She was a glitch in his perfect system. A girl with a sharp mouth, steady eyes, and a silence that felt like a challenge. Raiyan walked away telling himself it was nothing. He lied. When she reappeared at his family gala, laughing like she’d always belonged there, the quiet in Raiyan’s soul turned dangerous. He didn't just agree to this "strategic" marriage; he ensured it. He closed the distance before she could even see him coming. But Zoya is a riddle he can’t solve. She moves like a secret and speaks like a poem. She thinks she’s in control, choosing where to stand and who to trust. She has no idea she’s a hidden heiress to a fortune that has shadows moving in the desert—or that she’s already been marked by enemies she doesn't know she has. Zoya is an enigma wrapped in silk and defiance. And Raiyan? He’s a man losing his mind trying to protect a woman who doesn't think she needs a savior. The vows are written. The silence is loaded. And the most dangerous part isn’t the threat outside... it’s the moment Raiyan stops pretending he can ever let her go.

I'm Odelia, a woman 'maldita' to fall in love with a waiter macho dancer in a bar. Masakit man na iwanan niya ako noon. nalaman ko pang, hindi lang ako ang babae sa buhay niya. I will regret too late, Hindi ako makakapayag na ang lalaking iniwan ako. Mapa-sa inyo, Akin lang siya, hindi siya sa iba. Mahirap ba akong mahalin? At, lahat ng taong minamahal ko iniiwan lang ako. Who am I? Is it hard to love me, my loved ones leave me? — Iniwan mo ako. Iniwan kita. Mahal mo ako, minahal mo na siya, mahal ka niya, mahal kita. Hindi ako nakabalik, hindi mo na ako nahintay. I'm yours. You are hers. You're mine! You choose, Me or Her? She or Am I? — Copyright 2017 © Xyrielle All Rights Reserved No Copy Stories No Plagiarism Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

WARNING..!!!! ️️️ NO PLAGIARISME..!!! DILARANG MENCURI DAN COPY PASTE..!!! MENULIS ITU TIDAK MUDAH, JADI HARGAI KARYA ORANG LAIN..!!! ️️ ️️️️️️️ ️️️ JANGAN LUPA : SUBSCRIBE ️ LIKE ️ KOMENTAR YANG MEMBANGUN ️ Agar Saya Bisa Terus Berkarya, Terima Kasih .. Selamat Membaca .. ️️️️️️️️️️️️️️️ Langit terlihat kusam diantara teriknya mentari menyengat jiwa dan meruntuhkan tebing es yang tersimpan diantara hati yang semu, gelap akan cahaya.. Ingin rasanya aku berteriak dan menangis sekuatnya Untuk meruntuhkan hasrat semu yg begitu mencekam Aku semakin tak mengerti akan semua ini Haruskah aku berlari diantara titian kecil tanpa arah itu...? Ataukah aku harus bertahan meskipun ku tahu Nyawa ini akan menjadi taruhannya..? Semua semakin tak terfikir olehku Kulihat di ujung jalan itu. Mereka yg tersenyum diantara pesakitan mulai menyapa ku dan bercengkrama halus, seakan mereka tahu apa yg kupikirkan Mata sayu dan penuh harap itu semakin bertanya-tanya, dari tatapan mataku hasrat yg semula ku anggap benar, kini semakin membuatku tak mengerti akan semua ini. Ya Tuhan, ingin rasanya aku menghilang pergi secepat kilatan petir dan tak dikenal siapapun, mungkinkah ini jalan hidupku...??

May mga islang hindi mo mahahanap sa mapa. At may mga gabi na hindi kailanman pwedeng ikuwento. Siya—isang dalagang nangangarap ng katahimikan. Siya—isang lalaking matagal nang ginugupo ng mga alaala. Isang gabi. Isang kasunduan. Isang halik na hindi na mabubura. Akala nilang pareho, panandalian lang ang lahat. Hanggang sa lumitaw ang katotohanang kay tagal nang itinatago—at may isang pangalan na hindi dapat banggitin sa isla. Sa Euphoria, lahat may presyo. At ang ilang halik… may kapalit na buhay. This story involves themes of luxury companionship, sex work, and high-profile desire—served with a shot of fiction and a twist of imagination. Rated R18+ All characters, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional and stem from the author’s imagination. Any similarities to real people, stories, or existing works—published or unpublished—are entirely coincidental and unintentional. This story is a personal creation meant to explore unique emotional and psychological journeys. It is not intended to imitate, copy, or reflect the narrative or structure of any other existing work. Please respect the author’s creative freedom, and enjoy this story for what it is: a work of fiction born from heart, imagination, and curiosity.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.

"Strip, Omega. My wolf doesn't care for your excuses, only your scent." The growl was like velvet over gravel, vibrating through the humid air of the VIP lounge. Samuel Cawson knew he should run. He was a half-blood, a "glitch" in the supernatural hierarchy, and the man looming over him was Adrian Stain—the Alpha King whose name was whispered in fear by boardrooms and blood-packs alike. But under the heat of a Blood Moon, pride was the first thing to burn. One night of feral, bone-deep surrender was supposed to be his escape; instead, it became his cage. Then came the twist of betrayal. When Samuel woke to an empty bed and a branded neck, he realized he hadn't just slept with a CEO—he had accidentally claimed a King. Fleeing across the globe was his only hope to protect the secret growing inside him. But five years later, the past has a way of tracking its prey. Samuel returns with a silver-eyed child who carries the Alpha’s lethal genius, only to walk straight into Adrian’s trap. The man he once feared is now a monster obsessed with reclaiming what’s his. Between the jagged shards of a broken heart and a conspiracy that threatens to bleed the pack dry, Samuel must decide: is Adrian his fated protector, or is he the very predator who will eventually tear his world apart? "You stole my heir, Samuel. Now, I’m going to steal your breath until you remember exactly who you belong to."

When my mother first told me about the arranged marriage, Noah Parker lowered his head and kissed me, pulling me closer as we became tangled together. After a haze of passion, he carried me into the bathroom. Warm water streamed over my skin, but his words sent a chill straight through me, as if I'd fallen into an icy pit. "Go home. And don't come looking for me here again." I thought he'd seen the text and was jealous, so I quickly clung to him and swore, "I won't marry anyone else—" His smile stayed, but the heat in his eyes cooled into something distant. "But I'm getting married." He brushed back my messy hair, ignoring how my body trembled under his touch. "My fiancée is gentle and kind—nothing like you. She’d never throw herself at her foster brother like that. We've already set a date. If you keep clinging to me like this, she'll be upset with me."