Golden Scenery Of Tomorrow 28

Savannah Elise Hart is perfect on paper—polished, untouchable, and desperate to keep it that way. Cassian Rhys Blackwood is chaos in his black leather jacket, with a smirk that could undo her world. When a rumor threatens Savannah’s future and a false accusation jeopardizes Cassian’s freedom, their fake dating deal seems simple—until stolen kisses in the dark and whispered confessions ignite something dangerously real. He pins her against the studio wall, paint smeared on her cheek as his lips hover over hers. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real.” In a game where rules shatter and hearts are on the line, pretending has never been so tempting—or so risky.

In modern-day New Orleans, 28 year-old Deuce Rylan is a charismatic and powerful Alpha werewolf. He's haunted by a centuries-old curse that has plagued his family since the 18th century. Elise Laurent, a beautiful and mysterious 24 year-old witch, is struggling to control her magic. She's haunted by dark visions and pursued by a powerful witch hunter from her past. When Deuce and Elise meet, they're drawn to each other despite the danger their families' histories pose. As they navigate ancient prophecies, and their own forbidden attraction, they must confront the darkness of their families' pasts.

Hidden Love Series 1: Nang magising si Aviannah mula sa isang aksidente, pinili niyang magpanggap na wala siyang naaalala upang manatili sa piling ng isang binatang unang nagpatibok ng kanyang puso. Buo ang loob niyang ipakilala sa ama ang lalaki na siyang nais niyang pakasalan balang araw. Ngunit paano kung may malaman siya sa huli? Magiging matapang pa rin ba siya kung ang lalaking minamahal niya ay kapatid niya pala?

An accidental meeting makes Azkia Grizelle the wife of Deffin Wirata, a handsome young California lord who is allergic to women. Is Azkia strong enough to live a home life with a possessive and arbitrary young master? "I love you." Azkia "You already said that, I take it as a promise that you will never leave me, no matter what happens tomorrow and so on until death do us part. If you renege, don't blame me for insisting on keeping you by my side, even if I have to cut off both of your legs, I'll do it so that you can't move an inch from my side." Deffin.

One day- I can say precisely when I know the date. I will talk to her with no fear... Maybe we will walk while holding hands, seeing eachother and smile. These are my thoughts so far... As I roll around my bed I thought maybe tomorrow I should just confess. What if I will not get rejected? So yes! I have liked this girl for quite a while now, it's going to be 2 years. She is elder than me and I guess it's the time to make everything clear. "That's when he took my breath away! I couldn't help but stare in his dark black eyes~"

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."

Loud music, smoke scattered everywhere, and lots of crazy people dancing their asses out. She was sitting on the corner, still thinking about how her beautiful morning, turned into a disaster. How is her so-called silent life ruined because of one asshole who-she-called Boss? She was fired because of an unreasonable reason. And now, here she is, drinking her ass out because tomorrow will be another day. She drinks and drinks then starts dancing to the tune of electro music. She slowly opened her eyes as she felt something was moving beside her. And suddenly, reality strikes her. Who the fuck this guy beside her? At bakit wala siyang saplot?

I was sent abroad to work. After three years, I finally helped my fiancee secure a highly challenging and significant client. When I returned home, she drove me out of the house. Her eyes gleamed with disdain as she looked at me while carrying a child. “I’ve got a husband and a child. You went abroad and left me all alone for three years. How could you come back to me? You’d better come to your senses and resign from the company tomorrow!” She trampled upon my dignity and love. Then, I realized that our five-year romance had come to an end.

WARNING: This book contains mature content and explicit content. It is also a non-fiction story, a true life story of the writer. The thurible was placed right in front of the altar as it's smoke rose to the chandelier, blackening the cobwebs that were woven by some silly spider. The evening prayer was being said, and everyone was deep in solemn prayer and meditation. All except me. How could you even expect me to be solemn and meditate, when the man I had had sex with just the past week, the man who offered to be my sugar daddy, was sitting at the kneeler right in front of the altar, conducting the evening prayer. Not only was he just sitting there, conducting the evening prayer, he was a priest, a new priest of the archdiocese, transferred to work at our parish community. Given the fact that he was the person I first had sex with, I knew I was in for a whole lot of drama.

I wasn’t even pregnant, yet I ended up popping abortion pills like they were candy. It was all because in my past life, the moment my widowed sister-in-law got pregnant, every single side effect of her pregnancy became mine. She strutted around happily with her big belly, consuming spicy tamales, while I was rushed to the hospital for violent nausea and stomach pain; she showed off her flawless skin in crop tops every day, while my stomach broke out in hideous stretch marks. When I told my husband what was happening, he just shoved me away impatiently. “Enough with the jealousy! My brother’s dead, and she’s carrying his only child. Of course, I should look out for her. Do you really have to put on such an act?” After that, my sister-in-law went even further. She kept testing her limits during pregnancy and even ate a mango she was allergic to. And me? I went into anaphylactic shock, landed in the hospital, and nearly died. Doctors couldn’t explain it. They just brushed it off, saying I was overly jealous and it was all psychological. Later, my sister-in-law tried to brand herself as a “hot single mom”. She went live, belly and all, to show off her weight-loss workouts. She jumped around for three straight hours. And me? My uterus literally gave out, and I hemorrhaged to death. When I opened my eyes again, it was the exact day she first announced her pregnancy.