Heart And Ace

“So, tell me about yourself Mr. Davenport?” she asks. I don’t look up from my computer, as I log in. “What do you want to know, Miss Harvey?” I ask her. "Are you perhaps dating anyone right now?" she asks. I look up at her surprised by her question. I shake my head. "No..." it’s true I’m not dating anyone right now. Her smile brightens. “That’s good.” She tells me. I frown, “Why would that be good exactly?” I ask, I look back at the screen and see Kendell hasn’t arrived at the sight yet, I’m about to tell her when she speaks again. “So Mr. Davenport, do you find little old me attractive?” she asks me. I look at her… “What are you getting at Miss Harvey?” I ask her. “Come humor me…” she tilts her head. I sigh. “I’d be a fool not to find you attractive, though I don’t know how that’s of any pertinence to right now." I tell her. She smiles. “So what do you say Mr. Davenport, or can I call you Blake?” I ask her. I have no idea what she’s up to. I choose to ignore her. She moves closer to me. “Come on now, don’t ignore me.” she says. I look at her, a little dress that leaves little to the imagination. She’s leaning onto the desk giving me a full view of her breasts. Is she hitting on me? She is hitting on me right? “So how sturdy is this desk exactly?” she asks. I take her in, it’s been four years since I’ve so much as touched a woman sexually. Hell I can’t even tell if she’s flirting with me.

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

Jane Riley never thought she would see Daniel Logan again. Years after their painful breakup, she has built a life in New York, running a nonprofit dedicated to underprivileged children. But when Daniel—a self-made billionaire with the power to change her world appears in her life again, everything she thought she knew is shaken. “Why now, Daniel?” Jane asks, struggling to keep her emotions in check as she stands face-to-face with the man who left her heartbroken. “You could have helped without showing up like this.” Daniel, cool and composed, meets her gaze. “I’m here to fix what I broke, Jane. But I’m not leaving until I do.” Their reunion is filled with unresolved tension. Jane, still carrying the scars of their past, is wary of Daniel’s motives. Has he come back for business, or is there something deeper at play? As the two are forced to work together to save Jane’s nonprofit, old wounds resurface, and buried feelings come flooding back. But their love story isn’t the only complication. Daniel’s rival, Jonathan Pierce, sees Jane’s nonprofit as nothing more than a pawn in his corporate games, forcing Daniel to choose between his loyalty to Jane and his business empire. As trust and forgiveness become the story’s heart, Jane is forced to confront the lingering question of whether she can risk her heart again. In the end, Daniel’s sacrifice to protect her nonprofit and expose Jonathan proves his devotion. Jane realizes his love never faded, and together they rebuild both trust and a future. In The Heart Never Forgets, second chances are not just possible—they are powerful, healing, and everlasting.

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Oliver Parker, asks me to take off my wedding gown. He wants to let his childhood friend, Angela Summers, be the bride instead. In helplessness, he tries to explain, "Angela has leukemia. Her dying wish is to be a bride and have a wedding. Once I've fulfilled her wish, I'll marry you." Everyone seems to think I'll just go along with it and wait for him to come back and marry me. After all, I've spent three years preparing for this wedding. I've poured my heart into every detail and devoted so much time to making it perfect. However, while Oliver and Angela celebrate their wedding that night, I gave my biological parents a call to tell them I'm coming to be with them. I board a red-eye flight out of Stonevale, leaving everything behind without looking back. … Three years later, I flew back to Stonevale with my husband, Daniel Holden, to attend the anniversary celebration of the Holden Group's Stonevale branch. However, I never expected to run into Oliver at the airport. "You've been gone for three years. Isn't that enough time to let things go? Angela's leukemia is cured, and we're divorced now. Come back to me. Let's finally have our wedding. Don't be so stubborn anymore!"

I was on my own, minding my miserable, meaningless life until he came along. Just like that, he walked majestically into my life as if he owned it. It wasn't a perfect life, heck not even close to being a good life but at least I didn't need to have those forbidden thoughts raid my mind unceasingly. Ruining my innocence and inducing my already miserable life into a big pile of confusion and boy, was I in for a big surprise.

Beatrice loves working for herself and enjoying being single independent woman but her mother likes to set her into a blind date and she hate it. One day, in her cousin's party, her heat suddenly came and unexpected event happened, she slept with a man she doesn't even know and the worse she met him again but now as her bestfriend's boyfriend.

“อย่าเสนอหน้าเข้ามาพื้นที่ส่วนตัวฉันอีกเป็นครั้งที่สอง” น้ำเสียงเหี้ยมเกรียมที่ดังรอดไรฟันนั้นยังไม่น่ากลัวเท่ากับแววตาที่เหมือนราชสีห์กำลังอยากฉีกกระชากร่างของเหยื่อที่ไม่มีค่าตรงหน้า “หงส์เป็นห่วงนี่คะ ว๊าย!” แค่เอ่ยคำว่าเป็นห่วงแค่นี้ คนใจร้ายถึงกับผลักฉันล้มลงพื้นอีกครั้ง “เก็บความเป็นห่วงของเธอไว้ตรงนั้นแหละ ฉันไม่เคยอยากได้ไอ้ความเป็นห่วงจากผู้หญิงหน้าไหนทั้งนั้น” ‘คนไม่มีสิทธิ์ ต่อให้ดิ้นให้ตายยังไงมันก็ไม่มีสิทธิ์อยู่วันยันค่ำ จำใส่หัวสมองน้อยๆ ของเธอเอาไว้ไฉ่หง’

Vanadine, half Dark Elf hybrid was exiled from Elaris after the killing of one of the high Council members. After forty years alone on Earth he saves a woman, Carine, from a pair of would be rapists. Despite his need for secrecy and repeated warnings he is dangerous, Vanadine is unable to get her out of his mind. In an attempt to wean himself off her, he follows and tracks Carine, looking out for her while keeping his distance. Without his knowledge, Carine is thinking about Vanadine as well, wondering if she will ever see him again, feel his strong muscles against her body and... Yet with the Dark Elf Council's nefarious plans, Vanadine's ex-friend's scheming and the possibility of Carine finding out he is not what he seems, can there ever be any kind of future for Vanadine and Carine?

“Camille, I’ll love you forever!” Jameson let out a low, agonized growl. Just as he was about to climax, his phone suddenly began to buzz. He ignored it, of course. Now was hardly the time. However, his phone lit up again. The moment he saw the text on the screen, his body froze. Camille heard him answer the call. “Hello?” In the deep silence of the night, the voice on the phone cut through the stillness, clear and unmistakable. “Jameson, did you know that Sylvia—” Jameson switched languages and cut in with a sharp command, “Keep it down. It's not a good time.” The other person switched languages too, though he was still loud. “The hospital results came in. Sylvia is in the final stages of cancer. She only has a month left! Her last wish is to become your wife. Can you grant her that before she passes?” Jameson’s expression changed immediately. “What?! Wait for me!” He ended the call and turned to Camille. “Camille, something urgent came up. I need to step out for a bit. Be good and stay home. I’ll be back after you’ve had some sleep.” Before she could respond, he rose to wash up, changed his clothes, and left without looking back. Moments later, her phone buzzed. Sylvia: [Camille, you lost. I told you—Jameson has always been mine.] Right above it was a message from three days ago: [If I tell him I have cancer, do you think Jameson will leave you and come to me? I bet he will.] Camille’s gaze slowly shifted from her phone screen to the open bedroom door. What Jameson did not know was that she had already picked up a new language. She understood every word of that call. After a long moment, a faint, bitter smile appeared on her face. “Yeah, I lost...”

Barrett, alone and hurt. Everything she has worked hard always ended up in vain. The day she has ever awaited would be the biggest tragedy of her life. As she traveled alone in the mountains, the fangs that almost bit her bare neck didn’t bother her. And finally, as she fell on the high cliff where only the hard waves hit the spike stones, her body was wrapped in cold scales that embodied death. The moment she met him, everything rings danger in her head ,"You smelled great and desirable, won’t you be my mate? “ this handsome gentleman grins and confidently grabs her wrist in order to capture and make no escape. As she stared deep into his eyes “Don’t stare too much, I might hold on to you for the rest of your life.” he inches closer and the deep golden emerald eyes that mesmerize her more as if enslaving her very own soul.