Healing Hands Books

“พ...พอได้แล้ว...อึก...ท...ท่านกำลังข่มขืนเราอยู่นะ” “ข่มขืนแล้วมันยังไง!” ปึก! ปึก! ปึก! ปึก! “โอ๊ย!อ๊ะๆๆๆ ถึงเราจะเป็นภรรยาของท่าน อึก ท่านก็ไม่มีสิทธิ์ทำกับเราแบบนี้” “มีสิทธิ์หรือไม่มีสิทธิ์พี่เป็นคนตัดสิน!”

Diani selalu menjaga adiknya, Riani, dengan sepenuh hati. Namun, dunia Riani runtuh saat ia hamil di luar nikah dan menikah dengan Darma. Pria yang ternyata kasar dan penuh tipu daya. Ketika melahirkan, Riani meninggal, meninggalkan bayi mungil yang ia titipkan pada Diani. Darma, yang memiliki kekayaan dan pesona, berpura-pura berubah. Demi keponakannya, Diani akhirnya menerima lamaran Darma, berharap bisa menjadi ibu yang baik bagi bayi tersebut. Tapi pernikahan itu justru membuka luka baru. Darma ternyata masih sama, penuh manipulasi dan kekejaman. Bagaimana Diani bisa bertahan dalam pernikahan beracun ini? Dan benarkah Darma menyembunyikan rahasia yang lebih kelam?

"Kau akan menikah, Alesha," kata Charlotte, suaranya lembut namun penuh racun. "Kau hanya perlu menjalankan tugasmu. Bukankah itu yang selalu kau lakukan? Menjadi bayanganku. Jadi pengganti." Dipaksa menjadi pengganti, Alesha menerima nasibnya dengan hati penuh ketakutan. Namun, senyum licik Charlotte dan tatapan dingin keluarga Waverly meninggalkan luka yang dalam. Pernikahan ini bukan hanya perang dengan takdir, tetapi juga jalan masuk ke dunia Lancaster yang penuh bahaya. Mampukah Alesha bertahan di dunia yang mengintimidasinya, ataukah ia akan kehilangan dirinya dalam permainan mematikan keluarga Waverly dan Lancaster?

"How do you plead to the death of your mate, Eric?" The Judge's calm voice pierced through my healing heart. I am barely recovering from the trauma of the death of my mate, Eric and they have to do this to me? I wish I wasn't cursed. I wished my mates haven't been dying over the years. Maybe I would have gotten the peaceful life I desired but there was nothing to be done. "Not guilty!" ~~~~~~~~~~~ After losing four mates to the cold hands of death in the past two years, my Pack saw me as a curse and my fate was buried in one word. DEATH!

"N-N-No, I'm joining my hands in front of you not today, it hurts a lot." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Come here, fast!!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-No, please let me go. Don't do this." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her scarf away from her. ________ Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her?

I was eighteen when I donated one of my kidneys to Susie Grant, but she died to transplant rejection anyway, and I was chased out of the Grant family. Before long, the surgery incision festered, and I died of infection in the streets. When I opened my eyes again, I was five once more, and it was the day I was taken back to the Grant family's home. But this time, my brother Harry stepped in front of our parents, pointing at me as he said, "There's been a mistake. She's not actually my sister." Seeing the look of contempt in his eyes, I knew he had reincarnated too. As our parents left in disappointment, he shoved me a piece of candy and told me, "The Grant family just needs one daughter. There's no place for you among us if you can't save Susie."

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

After my death, my parents sign an organ donor consent form on my behalf. They have my corneas removed and transplanted onto their beloved adoptive daughter, Grace Lane. She later marries my brother, and they become a true family. Grace and I competed over everything in life, yet I ended up dying with nothing. Now that I've been given a chance to start over, I decide to live life without them. Surprisingly, I find myself getting a happy ending.

Amidst the glamour of high society, Elain, a well-known artist, finds her world turned upside down when her husband, a werewolf billionaire, hands her a signed divorce agreement. Each brushstroke on her canvas echoes her confusion and heartbreak. As she rebuilds her life, her art takes a transformative turn, capturing the raw emotion of her journey. However, as her ex-husband comes to terms with his own regrets and begins his desperate search to find her, their paths intertwine in the art world she dominates. "Mend My Broken Heart" paints a tale of love, betrayal, and the healing power of art.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"