Honey Lemon Soda Ch 72 Novels & Stories

À toi, jusqu’à l’ombre Élisa pensait connaître l’amour. Elle se trompait. Quand elle rencontre Adrien lors d’une soirée pluvieuse à Paris, c’est une évidence brutale. Un regard. Un frisson. Une promesse silencieuse. Adrien n’est pas un homme ordinaire : charismatique, mystérieux, troublant… Il aime avec excès, sans limite, sans mesure. Très vite, leur passion devient un incendie. Les nuits sont fiévreuses, les mots brûlants, les corps incapables de se quitter. Adrien veut tout d’Élisa : ses pensées, son temps, ses rêves. Il la protège, la chérit… mais l’enferme peu à peu dans une bulle où il est le centre de tout. Élisa oscille entre vertige et dépendance. Est-ce encore de l’amour quand il devient besoin vital ? Quand la jalousie se transforme en surveillance ? Quand la passion dévore jusqu’à l’identité ? Entre désir et emprise, tendresse et obsession, leur histoire flirte avec la frontière dangereuse où l’amour ne sauve plus… il consume. Parce que parfois, aimer trop fort, c’est aimer jusqu’à se perdre.

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.” I silently sneered, pretending I knew nothing, and continued to raise the child. Twenty years later, my son returned home after studying abroad. The company went public in New York. On the day of the IPO, my cousin appeared arm in arm with my husband, holding a paternity test. “Claire, your husband never died. We’ve been together all these years. Alex is my son. Now that you’ve been his mother for so long, isn’t it time to return him to me?” My husband also presented a divorce agreement. “I built this company from scratch. It’s premarital property. Sign the divorce papers, walk away with nothing, and you can leave now.” I smiled and told him, “I’ve prepared a special gift for you too. I wonder if you’ll like it."

In the fifth year of my marriage, I died in my sleep. However, I was born with a strange ability. Every time I died, I would come back to life at the exact moment before my last death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at 11:11 p.m. on the night I died. Unable to find the killer, I became trapped in an endless loop. The second time, I stayed up all night trying to catch whoever was behind it, but found nothing. The moment I let my guard down during the day and closed my eyes, I died instantly. The third time, I refused to believe it and had my husband, Emmett Berkeley, lock the bedroom and seal the windows. I still died the next day. The fourth time, I stayed alone in the bedroom, forcing myself to stay awake for three days straight to find the killer. By the third day, I couldn’t hold on any longer. My vision went black, and I died again. By the fifth time, I had gone insane. Right in front of Emmett, I grinned and hacked something to death. Blood splattered across the entire wall. Looking at Emmett trembling in the corner, I licked the blood from my lips and smiled faintly. "Honey, don’t you love me? Help me take the fall, okay?" The man who used to love me deeply pointed at me in horror, screaming, "Y-you found out… You knew, didn’t you…?"

I'm Alpha Kaelen's fated mate. It took him ninety-nine tries to win me over, and every wolf in the pack knows he loves me more than life itself. But after we were mated, he started breaking his promises. My birthday, our anniversary... he always had an excuse. "Sorry, baby, an important ally is visiting. I have to be there." "Honey, there's trouble on the border. I have to handle it. You'll have to spend your birthday alone." Every time he bailed, he'd give me a ridiculously expensive house to make up for it. So, even though I was disappointed, I still believed he loved me. Until the day he gave me the ninety-ninth house. That's when I got the photo from his ex-girlfriend, Eileen. In the picture, Kaelen was asleep beside her, completely unguarded. "Did he tell you he had pack business last night? The truth is, I told him I wasn't feeling well, and he came running. ;)" So all ninety-nine times before... it was always her. My heart shattered. This time, I was the one to hand over the papers. The one-hundredth property transfer. And tucked inside, I'd added something a little extra: our bond dissolution papers. Kaelen didn't even look. He signed it without a second thought. And in one month, on the night of the full moon, our bond would officially be broken.

“Don’t you want to see how manly your husband is, honey?” he whispered huskily, his voice tinged with seduction. Even in his madness, he licked the tip of her ear as he nibbled it gently. His breath was hot, and the tip of his tongue was rough, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to break free, but it seemed that her strength was no match for his. “You’re hurting me, Ace!” she snapped as she squirmed. Seizing the opportunity from his loosening grip to escape from him. However, before she could spin around, he slammed her body violently against the glass wall again, causing her to whimper as her nose hit the glass. He was nothing but a heartless fucking gay man. *********************************************** Sierra Carlson is a hot and gorgeous model trapped in a loveless marriage with Ace Valentino, a man who keeps a shocking secret of being gay and will never love her. Forced to marry Ace solely to cover up his dark side, Sierra feels her life has been taken hostage by a twisted, possessive man who is arrogant and has a hidden agenda for himself. Ace Valentino is the CEO of Valentino Enterprise, known for his public image as a man of mystery. No one knows that he secretly identifies as gay. He even forces Sierra, a model under his own company, into a loveless marriage, and even worse, he has a secret lover working under the same company. Will she be able to win over her gay husband, or will she and Ace forever be stuck in this ridiculous marriage filled with drama and lies?

To take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law, I quit my job and spent three years as a full-time househusband. That day, after cleaning up her waste, I hid in the bathroom with a cigarette between my fingers and came across a post on my wife’s boss’ Instagram. [You’re meant to be with me in the end. Since that freeloader can’t give you happiness, let me take you to the paradise of Maldev.] Above the caption were two plane tickets. Someone commented below. [That homemaker husband of hers is definitely clinging onto her. After all, she’s his meal ticket.] The boss replied. [Don’t worry. Tonight she’ll go home and come clean. She’ll say the company was caught falsifying accounts and is facing massive fines, and that she might need to serve jail time. [To keep that guy from getting dragged into it, the only option is divorce. He’s as timid as a mouse and will take any chance to flee.] I stared at the screen, stunned, until the cigarette burned my fingers. Ten minutes later, my wife rushed home, panic written all over her face. She dropped her bag on the floor. “Honey, something’s gone wrong with the company’s finances. They’re accusing us of falsifying accounts. I was solely responsible for the accounts. I might need to serve 10 years in prison, plus fines of more than ten thousand dollars. “We need to sign the papers before they seize our house. I don’t want to drag you and mom into this.”

Five years into her marriage to Hunter Patel, Florentia Shaw discovered the cruel truth—her marriage had never been legal in the first place. The real Mrs. Patel had always been the fake heiress who stole her identity. The husband Florentia loved without reservation would risk his life for that woman. The mother-in-law she desperately tried to please treated the fake heiress like her own daughter. Even Florentia’s biological parents demanded she sacrifice everything for the imposter. Only then did Florentia realize that the tenderness Hunter showed her and the marriage he built with her had all been part of a calculated scheme to secure his inheritance. After wasting five years on a lie, Florentia was done being everyone’s victim. Fortunately, she inherited a billion-dollar fortune of her own. Florentia decided to leave the Patel family, but before walking away, she planned to settle every score. The jewelry the fake heiress wanted? Florentia would take it first. Her so-called mother-in-law fell sick and wanted her to beg a world-renowned doctor for help? She refused outright. Her parents wanted her to give up her career as the ace journalist of a renowned magazine for the fake heiress? They could keep dreaming. Only after Florentia truly disappeared did the Patel family finally panic, and Hunter began remembering how good she had always been to him. He knelt outside Florentia’s door, begging for forgiveness. But the man who opened the door was the untouchable heir to one of the world’s most powerful billionaire families. “How dare you call Florentia 'Honey'?” he said coldly. “Stay the hell away from my woman.”

|Excerpt| Iris was taking small steps to her husband's study. She had a medical file in her hand with tears in her eyes while she tightly gripped the file. Without knocking she entered the study to find her husband with a lawyer beside him. "Honey..", Iris started while looking down but was cut by a dark alluring voice. "Don't honey me you filthy women, just sign these divorce papers and take whatever you want and get out of my estate." Listening this Iris looked up and gasped as she looked in the dead eyes of her husband. | • | Iris Knight or now just Iris has been through alot in these past two years. Navigating her way since she got that report has been quite a task. Now broken beyond repair or as she believes she just lives without any hope... | • | Tristan Knight had it all money, power and most importantly the love of his life. But losing her due to some morphed photos have turned him into a ruthless and cold man with only goal being to find his flower... | • | So what will happen when Tristan and Iris finally after two years come face to face. Regrets, hatred, love, forgiveness, misery, happiness, sadness, hope, jealousy and trust; with so many emotion cruising what and who will win at what stake? With two most important question remaining like a mystery; What happened to Iris in the past two years and what was there in the file...

Après ma renaissance, c'est moi qui ai changé le nom inscrit sur mon lien de sang avec le prince Mortlock. J'y ai écrit « Isabella » : l'autre vampire qu'il avait toujours chérie, toujours protégée. Quand Isabella a voulu le collier de rubis, celui qui marquait la compagne du prince, je le lui ai laissé. La robe de mariée que Mortlock avait préparée pour moi ? Je la lui ai laissée, elle aussi. J'ai fait tout cela parce que, dans ma vie passée, j'avais fini par obtenir ce que je désirais. Je suis devenue la compagne de Mortlock, mais j'ai vécu chaque instant dans l'ombre d'Isabella. À la fin, lors d'un affrontement contre des chasseurs de vampires, Mortlock a couru d'abord vers Isabella, blessée. Et c'est moi qu'on a laissée recevoir un pieu d'argent en plein cœur. Alors cette fois, j'ai décidé de les laisser l'un à l'autre. De rester aussi loin que possible de Mortlock. Mais cette fois, le prince froid et distant a pleuré et m'a suppliée de redevenir sa compagne.

Tout a commencé parce que j'avais ouvert la fenêtre pour aérer, ce qui avait provoqué le rhume d'Isabelle Dubois, l'amie d'enfance de mon mari. Furieux, mon mari avait directement ordonné qu'on m'attache dans la cave glacée alors que j'étais enceinte. « Ne crois pas que porter mon enfant te donne le droit de nuire à Isabelle. » « Si jamais un seul de ses cheveux est touché, tu me le paieras au centuple ! » Je tremblais de froid, pleurant et me prosternant pour m'excuser, promettant de servir Isabelle pour me racheter, et de ne plus jamais lui causer le moindre mal. Mais il avait froidement ordonné de fermer la cave, disant vouloir me donner une leçon que je n'oublierais jamais. Une semaine plus tard, Isabelle s'est remise de son rhume, et il s'est enfin souvenu de moi dans la cave. « Clara Bernard, regrettes-tu vraiment ? Si tu promets d'aller immédiatement t'excuser auprès d'Isabelle, je te laisserai partir. » Mais il ignorait que mon corps s'était déjà figé dans la cave. Et que l'enfant, qu'il chérissait tant, était déjà sans vie.