Good Books To Read Online Free

My fated mate, Alpha Rylan, turned cold the moment our bond snapped into place. They all say I'm just a lowly omega. That I'm not good enough for him. I started to believe them. To think my wolf was broken. Maybe this wasn't a mate bond at all, just a pathetic crush. Then, on the day I finally decided to give up, a second wolf awakened in my mind: Echo. She screamed at me that Rylan craved me. That he loved me. And just like that, my hope was rekindled. He hurt me ninety-eight times in seven years. Seventy-seven of those were for his adopted sister, Morrigan. Each time, Echo insisted he just didn't know how to show his love. And favoring Morrigan? That was just to make me jealous. To see that I cared. But the ninety-ninth time was the last straw. He left me for dead in enemy territory. When I woke up, the gift he'd prepared for me was in Morrigan’s hands. I was done. Finally. I called the Elders with a single request: "I want to sever my bond with Alpha Rylan. I'm leaving. For good."

Annabelle Vanessa Oliver has been in love with Adrien for as long as she can remember after he saved her at a party back in college. Five years after the incident and Annabelle is finally presented with an opportunity to be noticed by Adrien, marry him so he could claim his inheritance. Annabelle is excited and quickly agrees to a contract marriage with her long time crush against her parent's wish leading to her parent's cutting off all ties with her but Adrien is still pinned over his first love and wants to nothing to do with her. Unfortunately Annabelle’s marriage to Adrien wasn’t as she expected,he was anything but sweet.On their third marriage anniversary,Adrien comes home with divorce papers claiming she had cheated on him,now Annabelle is left divorced,pregnant and alone. Will Adrien come back for her or will love find her again?

Kathy, a precious daughter of Mr. Alex Andres and Gabriella Andres and a dear sister of Kieffer Andres, was homeschooled at their house in America since she was young. Innocent and being hidden to the outside world for her safety. She finally got her freedom at the age of 24. Thirsty on her freedom,

หนึ่งคนเติบโตมาพร้อมอิสระ เส้นทางชีวิตเป็นสิ่งที่เธอเลือกเอง อีกหนึ่งคนกลับต้องใช้ชีวิตภายใต้กรอบความคาดหวังและความต้องการของผู้นำครอบครัว การตัดสินใจทุกครั้งไม่ใช่ของตน หากเป็นของ “หน้าที่” ที่แบกรับไว้ ทว่าโชคชะตากลับนำพาให้หนุ่มสาวทั้งสองได้มาพบกัน ความแตกต่างกลายเป็นบทเรียน ความใกล้ชิดกลายเป็นคำถาม อิสระคือการหลุดพ้นจากกรอบ หรือคือการกล้ายอมรับผลของการเลือก ท่ามกลางอุปสรรคจากครอบครัว สังคม และหัวใจของตนเอง ความสัมพันธ์ที่ก่อตัวขึ้นจะนำพาพวกเขาไปสู่เส้นทางใด อิสระที่แท้จริง…สามารถออกแบบร่วมกันได้หรือไม่

“I’ll claim you until you forget yourself and beg me to love you." Andrei Fernandez De Garcia, an ambitious business tycoon who wants to take over everything for the sake of woman. "Whatever you say, I won't stop until I put you in jail,” she vowed to herself. Monique Alessandro, a lawyer. Kinidnap siya ng binata upang hindi magtagumpay sa mga plano niya upang ipakulong siya dahil sa kaniyang pandaraya sa negosyo. Ngunit sa araw-araw na magkasama sila ay nabihag niya ang puso ni Andrei. He surrenders himself to pay for his sin. And, she won to put him into jail. But suddenly, she finds out that she was pregnant. Paano niya matatanggap sa sarili niya kung ang ama ng batang nasa sinapupunan niya ay ang lalaking pinakulong? Magagawa niya bang palayain sa kulungan ang lalaking sumira ng buhay niya.

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

On our wedding day, Carter Hall's father took his own life in our new home. He left a suicide note, blaming me for his death. From that day forward, Carter despised me to the core. He said, "Lindsey Thomson, you deserve to rot in hell, atoning for your sins for the rest of your life." Eventually, just as he wished, I wandered the streets, mute and half-insane, living a life worse than a stray dog. But then, he regretted it.