I Know What Love Is Whitney Bianca

Elara Virelli was born into a family that hated her and treated her as nothing more than a servant. She finally escapes after sleeping with a masked man at her sister's engagement party. She now has a new identity and a son she loves more than anything. Lucien Kòrvac is a powerful mafia Don under the guise of a billionaire CEO. Fate reunites him with an interesting woman he knew years ago, and he discovers he has a son he never knew existed. Now he will stop at nothing to claim and protect him. Now they are enemies in a world where love is luxury and loyalty is fake. Both bound by a child. Will hatred turn to desire, or will their past destroy them both?

June was devastated after knowing about July's death until she discovered a familiar mark on his dead body. - - - Alien, UFOs, extraterrestrial beings -- those are the things that Juniper Gallego and Julius Lysander Ignacio love to talk about when they were still kids, but when June's family moved out, they barely communicate through letters. Until one day, July's death shocked everyone including June. She hurriedly go back to their old town only to discover a familiar mark on July's corpse —the mark they once feared when they were littles.

What happens when the life you thought that was once perfect becomes a complete nightmare overnight?. Vivian thought she had the perfect life married to the man she loves but she's left completely heartbroken when he betrays her and has an affair with another woman. Now all she wants is revenge to make them pay for hurting her. Filled with hatred and revenge will she be able to move on from the hurt that was inflicted upon her or will a new prince charming with secrets of his own sweep her off her feet and teach her to love again?

What can a mother do for the sake of her daughter? " Take it off, your suit!", Asher summoned Max when he accidentally splash water on her uniform. "What?---I---ahhh--", she stuttered. Max has no escape. How can she do it if she's not a guy? Read to find out more.

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

I am Jessica Myers. 30 years of age. I am an introverted type of person and spends most of my time at home, watching Netflix. I don't usually go out and I don't have a lot of friends. Despite my age, I still keep a diary with me and every time I want to share something to someone, I write it on my diary. Everyone might think I am boring, but this is the life I am comfortable to live with. I was bullied as a student which makes me have a hard time trusting other people. Like other , all I want is to be loved. I hope to meet someone who can make me feel special despite my characteristics and flaws. I am an ordinary woman who wants to be pursued by a guy, receiving flowers, going on dates in cinemas or simply walking in a park. My ideal man? I just want to meet someone who is nice and who can listen to my stories no matter how simple and boring they are. I don't think I am a difficult person to deal with but why is no one liking me? I am an NBSB and because of that, I have low self-confidence. I sometimes ask myself if I am capable to love and to be loved. I hope someday, like in fairy tales, my prince charming will come. I hope someone out there will see the beauty in me, maybe not physically but with my character. Don't get me wrong, I am happy with my life now, but I am sure I will be happier to be spending it with someone. Will I still get a happy ending like the characters in fairy tales? When can I experience the love I have always been hoping for?

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

Princess Georgette Colucci was blessed by the Moon Goddess. That’s what everyone says. She’s not only a gorgeous young lady, but she also knows who her fated mate is: Alpha Asheron Blues, the future King of the Blues Pack. Their bond brought their two packs together after years of never-ending war. Everyone was happy for them… until tragedy struck. Alpha Asheron died in battle before he could mark his fated mate, leaving behind a devastated Princess Georgette. But the Moon Goddess decided to bless Georgette a second time. Enter Prince Cain Kallistar, the second son of the Kallistar Pack. Georgette’s childhood best friend. He comes back home after years of traveling around the world and it immediately becomes evident for everyone: Cain and Georgette are fated mates. Second chance mates. Georgette has a hard time dealing with the fact that she’s falling in love all over again while she’s still mourning the loss of Asheron… only to find out… Alpha Asheron never died. He’s still very much alive and he wants his fated mate back, even if he has to compete for her. Because that’s what the United Packs Council decided: the two Alphas fated to Princess Georgette must compete for her love. She will decide on one by the end of the month. But how could Georgette decide on just one? She wants them both.

She's the one girl this player cannot have. A human. I'm dying to claim the redhead who lights up the club every Saturday night. I want to pull her into the storeroom and make her happily scream. She's too pure. Too fresh. Too passionate. Too human. When she learns my secret, my alpha orders me to wipe her memories. But I won't do it. Still, I'm not mate material and I cannot mark her and bring her into the pack. What in the hell am I going to do with her?

Liam Smith, an orphan, has had a dream for years; to become a star of the ever famous Lotus Pond Entertainment company. However, when he meets the famous and attractive CEO of the company, notorious playboy, Kain Jones, things take an unexpected turn. Kain is unfriendly, rude and even rejects Liam’s wishes of joining the company! Kain is not at all what Liam had expected his childhood star to be like at all! Disappointed, but not put off, Liam refuses to give up on his dreams of becoming a star and vows to do anything to get that chance, including doing whatever Kain demands of him, but just how far is Liam willing to go? "Your fervent, misguided sense of entitlement is stunning," Kain snarls at me. His nose twitches in indignation before a slow, cruel smirk crawls over his lips. He mouths the word 'anything', repeating what I had just said before leaning in and taking my chin into his fingers, brushing my lips with his thumb as he says in a low growl, "why don't you show me...”