Hyperdimension White Heart Novels & Stories

Erin is a sweetest but an ideal husband to his wife but she turns out as a cheater and breaks Erin's heart into pieces. he seeks a help from a young Lawyer who finalizes Erin's feud with his wife. but Erin falls in love with him, will he confess his love to a guy?

I never should have given him the time of day yet somehow, he found a way to earn my attention. He bothered me enough to want to strangle him but he didn't care. Wesley Adams didn't care anymore and that made everyone to take notice. He wanted to hide away but it was near impossible, due to him being the name that easily slipped from everyone's lips. Many fall from the throne but he left it. He wanted to be the forgotten and be amongst us, the unknowns. And it would have been easier, if only he simply left me alone. But ofcourse, he is Wesley Adams and is the most stubborn person, I've come to know. Hi stubbornness has made him look the other way and let his heart to take over. That's what he told me, he's claimed me as his, for his heart was mine. *********************************"** This is a story of two confused teens, trying to figure things out as they go.

They were brothers, one touched my heart, the other ruined it. Ken was safe, soft, and everything I should want. Ruben was cold, cruel… and everything I couldn’t resist. One forbidden night, one heated mistake... and now he owns more than my body he owns my silence. And now Daphne, their sister,the only one who truly knew me, my forever was slipping away. I thought, I knew what love meant, until both of them wanted me.

Grandma lay bedridden, her dementia taking hold as she repeated Scarlett Hayes's name over and over. Tears streamed down my face as I dialed my wife's number. When she picked up, Scarlett sounded irritated. She said she was working late tonight and would call me back when she was free. I could clearly hear the sound of a man's laughter in the background. The moment I hung up, Grandma gasped sharply. She called out my wife's name. It was her last breath. While I sat drowning in grief, Scarlett's male best friend Chase Morrison posted a video update, geotagged at a couples' hotel. In the video, their fingers were laced together. The woman's arm bore a distinctive black mole I recognized instantly. The caption read: "When two hearts become one, why care what anyone else thinks?" In that moment, my heart turned to ash. I gritted my teeth and left a comment. "Let's file for divorce tomorrow. Then you two can be together openly and legally. You'll even save on the hotel fees. Win-win, right?"

Sydney Bardot, a young sultry heiress, runs away from home only to collide with an older, gorgeous stranger at a bar. Sparks fly between them at every interaction. His first name is all she finds out: Killian. What’s in a name, right? She needs a place to hide. Sydney finds Killian's offer to shelter her from her dominating family too hard to resist. He whisks her away to an adventure camp in remote South Africa. A month of heated interactions ends in his marriage proposal. But what’s the catch? Sydney agrees to marry the lethal and reckless nomad. After a rushed wedding, she returns home to find herself shrouded in a web of lies, deceit, and conspiracies. Who is Killian Barlowe? How does he know everything about her? Did reckless players like him really fall for innocent heiresses? Or was it all a game of revenge? Taming A Reckless Heart is the fourth book of the Reckless Hearts Series, but can be read as a standalone.

AHMON He is said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. His powers are rare, he has the gift of intelligence, war and power. His subject respect him his pack was the strongest, his name was fear in the whole land he is the strongest and fearest. But the moon goddess has her way of playing her tricks Tighten ur seat belt Innovative Adventous Beyond ur expectation AHMON u never can tell Wearwolf, Romance, dominant. Rated 18

After succumbing to cancer, Lylah Pierce has very little time left to live. Despite her own situation, she is deeply concerned about her daughter, Alessia Pierce, who is enduring both physical and emotional abuse from her father. Determined to end Alessia's suffering, Lylah enlists the help of her best friend, Diana Salvatore. Diana convinces Lylah to arrange a marriage between Alessia and her billionaire son, Eric Salvatore. Alessia willingly agrees to the marriage, hoping to find some love, while Eric feels compelled to go along with it. Will Eric be able to give Alessia the love and peace she has always wanted? Or will he become Alessia’s biggest regret?

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

Uprooted from her childhood home and thrown into a new life, introvert Irene has to navigate the ups and downs of a new neighbourhood, new school, and potential friends and enemies. Her world changes when her eyes fall on a pair of tantalising green ones and her heart falls for the very first time. Until one terrible night shatters all those hopes and innocence of first love, and Irene learns the hard way that she shouldn't have let her life revolve around a boy. But what happens when years later, when she has moved on and recovered from her scars, her past comes knocking once more? What happens when an old flame reignites her brokenheart?

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.