Heartstrings Tugged Novelas e Histórias

Candice had witnessed Kyle’s deep affection—and suffered his betrayal. She endured in silence, tricking him into signing the divorce papers. When the 30-day cooling-off period ended, she calmly informed him, “Kyle, I don’t want you anymore. Get out of my life.” Kyle was stunned as if struck by lightning. His eyes reddened in panic. He tore the agreement to shreds. “Who said we’re getting divorced? I don’t agree!” Charlie Clemens was a powerful tycoon, a man beyond reach. She didn’t want to get involved with him, yet fate kept bringing them together. At a banquet, tipsy and reckless, she accidentally tugged on his tie. He leaned down, his voice low and teasing by her ear: “Your ex-husband is watching. You sure you want to be this... bold?”

In a twist of fate, Jared is coerced into a marriage with Colleen, a fragile soul battling against time. With a long-term girlfriend, Stacey, already in his heart, Jared finds himself trapped in a web of emotions he never expected. As Colleen faces a life-threatening illness, Claire, Jared's mother, is drawn to her unwavering optimism and selflessness. Hidden secrets about Stacey's infidelity weigh on Claire's conscience, but she hopes that time will heal all wounds. Unexpected events force Jared and Colleen to see each other in a new light, leading to a delicate dance of unspoken feelings. Colleen's pregnancy adds a layer of complexity to their relationship, further testing Jared's commitment. As tensions rise, a threat from Stacey's past puts Jared's life in jeopardy, leading to a heart-wrenching separation on a crucial day. Colleen's battle for survival takes a tragic turn, but she leaves behind a heartfelt plea for Jared to find happiness and love once more. This emotional rollercoaster of love, loss, and second chances will tug at your heartstrings and leave you breathless.

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

I had been married to James Tennant for seven years. In that time, he had already kept twenty-nine mistresses, like pretty little canaries in gilded cages. Now, I saw the thirtieth one in our bedroom, young and draped in nothing but a bath towel, lounging across our bed. I turned to him and asked coldly, “Can’t get enough out there, huh? Did you really have to bring her home?” The girl deliberately tugged her towel lower, her pale skin showing as she sneered, “Mr. Tennant says you’re like a dead corpse in bed! He wanted me to teach you how to please a man.” That night, I was forced to watch their little performance right in front of me. The next morning, James was furious at my indifference, resenting me for not reacting. However, he seemed to forget that our marriage was nothing but a contract, and in just one week, that contract would expire.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

“Kill me or let me go.” “Why?” He whispers and nuzzles into my neck, “So you could run into another man’s arms?” “No.” I tighten my fists, ignoring the dagger inches away from my heart. “So I would drag you into the deepest pit of hell.” “You're forgetting something, peaches,” A wicked smile tugged on Hayes’ lips, “ I am hell itself.” ——— Elara was nothing more than the illegitimate daughter drowning in the hatred of her pack. But when she meets Hayes, her horrible life takes a drastic turn. She gets dragged to into the world of the vicious Alpha where she finds out life could only get worse. Hayes believes a mate is nothing more than curse and makes it his mission to turn Elara’s life a living hell but with the great war approaching, sparks start to fly. Will Hayes and Elara realize their feelings for each other on time or succumb to the forces of evil threatening to tear them— and the whole world apart?

"Honey, the soles of my shoes are lambskin. They can't get wet. Come pick me up." I had just sent Preston Hale that message when a swarm of floating comments suddenly exploded through the rain. [I'm so sick of this drama-queen villainess. The male lead is a billionaire CEO, and she's treating him like a dog.] [Our darling heroine has already joined the company. Once the male lead sees how gentle and sensible she is, he'll dump this woman right away.] [Lol. After the divorce, she won't know how to do anything. She'll have to become some sleazy livestreamer.] Watching the screen fill with malice, I clenched my fingers in anger. Just then, Preston came running over with an umbrella, half of his custom suit soaked through. When he saw my pale knuckles, he froze, then carefully tugged at my sleeve. "I'm sorry, honey. Any faster and I'd have been speeding."

“Greedy little thing,” His fingers tugged and I moaned shamelessly. “Your pleasure and pain are mine to give.” … Sold at a supernatural auction with no memories and a battered body, Ember is claimed by the most feared monster alive, Azai Rankai, the Blood Alpha. He believes Ember betrayed him once and he intends to make her pay. Trapped in his home, humiliated before his pack, and bound by a mate bond that burns hotter than hatred, Ember fights him at every turn… even as her body betrays her, pulling her toward the very monster who owns her. But when Ember is condemned to die, forbidden magic awakens within her, granting her visions of a future soaked in blood. To survive, they must trust each other. To stop the future, Ember must remember the past. And when the truth finally emerges, the line between vengeance and devotion shatters. …. TW: Contains dark themes. This is not vanilla romance. You have been warned. If dark romance is your guilty pleasure, by all means… Dive in.

Jane Foster's twin sister was defiled and died before her wedding. Amidst her family's crisis, Jane was called to shed her armor and marry in her sister's place, thus becoming the country's queen. The tyrant king's first love was long dead. All the concubines in the harem were merely inferior distractions. The only person he adored was the royal concubine, Lady Helena, who resembled his first love the most. Meanwhile, Jane was nothing like his first love. Everyone thought the tyrant king would get sick of her and have her dethroned sooner or later. As expected, the king and the queen were on the verge of a divorce. However, instead of the queen being on the receiving end of the divorce, it was the king. That very night, the tyrant king tugged at the hem of Jane's dress. "You can leave, but only over my dead body!" The concubines were crying their eyes out while they stopped the tyrant king and called out to Jane, "Your Majesty, please don't leave us. If you must leave, take us with you!"

“I don’t want to be here.”I let out, weakly and tugged my face away from his hand. God! Where had all the oxygen gone to? I was finding it hard to breathe and he kept pressing his body against mine. “You look adorable when you lie.” He held my chin, forcing me to stare at him. **** Forced to marry Alora Ramos, Gael Torres vowed to remain in a loveless marriage with her. He gave her his rules. She wasn’t allowed to feel jealousy or any other possessive feelings towards him. They were in an open marriage where they could do whatever they wanted. But Gael never imagined Alora truly having extra marital affairs. And he definitely never imagined her getting involved with his cousin, the ruthless Don Lorenzo Armani. She had always been the docile little girl who followed him around. And then he realized that he might just end up breaking his own rules. Was it too late to get her back?