Guts Crying

He joined them like the others to destroy me. When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm. “Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven’t good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend, and today I’ll repeat I don’t love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will….” Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall. Tagon. He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections. There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind. He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot!”

I took a shortcut through the alley and watched Dante Marchetti put a bullet in a man like it was nothing. He saw my face. That was the end of my normal life. Within an hour I was in the back of his car being driven to an estate I had never seen before with gates that locked from the outside and a wardrobe full of clothes in my exact size waiting like someone had known I was coming before I did. He told me I wasn't a prisoner but a guest. He said people who wanted to find me were considerably worse than him and that his walls were the only thing standing between me and a conversation I wouldn't survive. Maybe he was right. The problem is the longer I stayed the harder it became to remember which one was true. Because the man who caught me in that alley wasn't the only version of him. There was another one that nobody else seemed to get to see. The one who stood alone in his dead mother's library looking tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. The one who had my cat brought to the estate because he heard me crying through a closed door and didn't know what else to do about it. The one who almost smiled when I threw a glass at his head. That version of him was the one I couldn't stop thinking about. I came here as a witness. I stayed as something else entirely. Somewhere between the locked doors, the candlelit dinners and the secrets we started sharing in the dark I stopped wanting to leave. The question was whether a woman like me could survive loving a man like him. I was about to find out.

My daughter-in-law cheated on my son behind his back, and I caught her. When I confronted her, she turned the tables on me, accusing me instead. I told my son everything exactly as it happened, but she broke down crying and accused me of bullying her. "Ever since I married into the Simmons family, you've never been happy with me," she sobbed. "If I’d known you’d slander me like this, I would’ve been better off dead!" She attempted to hurt herself to prove her innocence, but my son stopped her. "Mom, how could you accuse my wife like that? You're my own mother, but this is too much!" he shouted. Furious, he moved out with her. Later, I fell gravely ill and begged my son to come see me one last time. When he finally arrived, he brought her with him. To my horror, they removed my oxygen tube. As I struggled to breathe, I heard her smug voice whisper in my ear: "Old hag, if it weren't for you accusing me of cheating, Herman and I wouldn’t have gotten your inheritance so quickly!" She laughed coldly. "Oh, and next time you accuse someone, make sure you have evidence. Did you really think your word alone could ruin me?" I died choking on my final breath. Afterward, they lived happily, spending my money without a care in the world. But then, I woke up. It was the day I caught her cheating again. This time, I went straight to work. I replaced the lubricant at home with industrial-strength glue. She wanted proof? Fine. I’d give her proof.

Jasmine Ivory Sullivan, a name that brought love, jealousy, obsession, desperation and separation… a woman of every man’s dream ***Excerpt*** "Son, your flight leaves in two hours. This is your only chance. if you don't take up this offer now, you will never be allowed to bring up any conversation concerning your music dreams ever again in my house. It is now or never!” *** These were the excruciating words of Alexander’s father, Mr. Jayden Keller, a multibillionaire. Alexander wondered why his parents who were against his music career, suddenly gave him the go-ahead to pursue his dreams, without prior information. He tried calling Ivory, the love of his life, to explain the situation to her, because his trip was too sudden and he couldn’t see her before leaving, but all his efforts were futile, as she wasn’t reachable. When he got to the Uk, he sent Liam, his cousin, to go check up on Ivy, his secret girlfriend. On getting to the address, Liam found out that the occupant of that house no longer lived there. On his way home, he met a beautiful stranger, Jasmine, who was crying in the rain, because her boyfriend broke up with her. He consoled her and soon, he fell in love with Jasmine with his whole heart and could kill for her. Soon enough, Liam was ready to throw a surprise engagement for Jasmine. What happens when Alex who still couldn’t get in touch with Ivy and could no longer bear it, decided to come back to look for her, and at the same time, attend his cousin’s engagement party, only to meet the shock of his life? Let’s find out how this drama unfolds in this heart racing piece. No one is backing down.

Despite Chuck Garrison cheating on me seven times, I forgive him. He willingly hurts me for his first love, Rebecca Kerry, even though we've been married for seven years. In the second year of his openly pursuing me, Chuck takes the blow in my stead when a robber tries to stab me. I then promise him that no matter what he does, I'll forgive him up to seven times. I don't expect his passionate love to change immediately after we get married. The first time happens on our wedding anniversary. Chuck lies to me, telling me that he has a meeting to attend. In reality, he goes to pick up Rebecca, who has just returned to the country. The second time happens when Rebecca lies about being sick. Chuck doesn't hesitate for even a second and leaves, even though he's celebrating my birthday with me. The third time happens when Chuck hires Rebecca as his assistant. I stumble upon them hugging and kissing each other when I turn the corner. The sixth time happens when I'm pregnant. An unexpected issue occurs, but Chuck is accompanying Rebecca, so there's no one to take care of me. In the end, I suffered a miscarriage. I spend countless nights crying alone after being neglected. I force myself to endure everything because of the promise I made. Out of the seven chances I promised Chuck, there is only one chance left. This time, Chuck orders me to transfer ownership of my company, Starlight Group, to Rebecca. I say nothing as I sign the acquisition contract, hiding a divorce agreement among the documents before handing the stack of papers to him. This is the last time, Chuck. We will not be seeing each other anymore.

“Xin,” Isabel calls sweetly when he enters her room. Maybe he had come to stay the night. It would be nice. She had always wanted to please him, to make him accept her and treat her as the wife that she was. But the man remains as cold as always. He does not say a word. Instead, he extends a document toward her. Confused, she takes a look, and tears form in her eyes when she realizes that it is a divorce agreement. His name is already signed. “You want us divorced? Did I do something wrong?“ she asks as a tear falls from her eyes. “Xin, we have been married for one year! Why are you doing this to me?“ But, as usual, he doesn't say a word. He turns around and walks away, as though she wasn't talking to him. “Keep dreaming! I am not signing this,” Isabel says, throwing it away. She had tried so much to be a good wife to him! However, when Isabel sees him with her, her heart goes numb. He has that smile on his face, one that Isabel had never seen before. She realizes that he was never hers to begin with. Crying, she goes back home, signs the divorce agreement, and leaves. … Two years later, “Wife, I missed you so much. Will you give me a kiss?“ Isabel looks behind her in confusion. “Is his wife here?“ She asks. “I am talking to you, Little Pie. Can I make it up to you? I was the stupidest person to let you leave,” Ewan Xin says. Will she give in to him even after she realizes that he is the villain who took away her dad's company? What about his hidden identity? Would she still want to associate with him?

She wanted love. Then she met the man who wore a helmet and changed everything. Levrae Vause was a sweet and rich girl who only wanted someone to love her not her money. She moved far from home to start a new life. There, she met Jax. He was kind, funny, and charming. For five long years, Levrae gave him all her heart. But Jax was hiding something big. He never stopped loving his ex-girlfriend, Eleanor. He only dated Levrae because of her father’s money. When Levrae found out the truth on a Christmas cruise, her heart broke into tiny pieces. She ran to the bar, cried, and drank... and that’s when she met Kieran Snow a quiet man who wore a helmet and never showed his face. One wild night brought them together. Levrae asked Kieran to help her get revenge on Jax. The plan? Pretend to be a couple. Hold hands. Take cute pictures. Make Jax jealous. But fake feelings started to feel real. Kieran was gentle, kind, and always there when Levrae cried. She started falling for him without meaning to. He fell for her too but she was scared. Scared to love again. Scared he’d leave too. Then the real storm hit. Jax and Eleanor tried to ruin everything. Jax lied and told the police Kieran stole money. Eleanor tried to hurt Levrae, but Kieran drank the poison instead. Levrae was blamed and thrown in jail, crying and scared. But love never gives up. Kieran lived. The truth came out. Jax and Eleanor were both arrested. And Levrae? She was free and ready to stop running from love. At the end, Kieran didn’t give her a ring. He gave her a helmet with her name on it. And she said yes.

Living as the rejected Luna, how long would Aisha handle the pain caused by Duke—an Alpha whom she loved the most? Will it take long for her to stay? Or will she choose to escape from the pain he constantly inflicts? Can she live a life without her other half? These questions keep lingering inside her mind while trying to find answers; however, she chooses to set aside all her inhibitions and pain and focus on becoming his Luna, even if it means unrequited. Countless rejection Long nights of crying and bawling Endless times of feeling unloved. Aisha Elara Kensley came from a wealthy tribe of one of the pioneering tribes in the north, Caroline, the wife of Duke Collin. A brave woman that would do everything for her husband to love her; the man who despises her so much; chose and promised to stay by his side, for she believed this man would eventually change for the better. Duke Collin; the only son and heir of the Collin tribe, an Alpha without Luna, who believed was alongside with Kensley tribe for the longest time, destined to marry the only daughter of the Kensley tribe; both tribes we’re almost like families, and sealed the merging of both family through the wedding of both parties. Duke hated the two facts; him marrying and uniting with the woman he never loved, taking away the freedom he had worked out for years. Duke will do everything he can to make Aisha’s life—the chosen Luna become a living hell. Can love sprout between them? Will Aisha’s effort and constant reassurance will make Duke move? However, Aisha, growing tired of chasing Duke, brings her to the pit she was avoiding; for the moment she stopped running, Duke; the beast—had marked her.

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

Ever since we were kids, I'd always known how to make use of my gentle childhood friend for things like sending him on errands, and borrowing his allowance. He never complained. Just silently indulged me. Things continued the same way until the day we got engaged. That's when everything snapped into place. That was the day we both woke up. I was just a throwaway character in a novel. He was the male lead—fated to fall in love and end up with the novel's heroine. I was stunned. Ready to walk away. But he was furious. Jaw clenched, eyes wild. He grabbed my hand and dragged me straight to City Hall. "Screw the novel. Screw the plot. The only thing I know is that I love you, and I want forever with you." After we got married, he treated me like I was made of glass. Gentle. Meticulous. We worked side by side, building a reputation as a power couple in the business world. The events of the novel faded into the background. I fell deeper in love with him. Three years later, the youngest daughter of a real estate tycoon started her internship at our company. That day, there was a fire in the office. In the chaos, the girl stumbled into a shelving unit. It came crashing down, headed straight for my husband. I didn't hesitate. I threw myself in front of him. Pain exploded in my skull. Blood poured down my face. The girl, in her panic, had fallen to the ground, crying out, "Aaron, help me!" My husband's face went pale. His expression—pure terror—as he ran toward her without a second thought. "Grace!" he cried. Lightning split through me. My face drained of color. The heroine in the novel—her name was Grace.