I Read This Book Yesterday

Aubrey Evans is married to the love of her life,Haden Vanderbilt. However, Haden loathes Aubrey because he is in love with Ivory, his previous girlfriend. He cannot divorce Aubrey because the contract states that they have to be married for atleast three years before they can divorce. What will happen when Ivory suddenly shows up and claims she is pregnant. How will Aubrey feel when Haden decides to spend time with Ivory? But Ivory has a dark secret of her own. Will she tell Haden the truth? Will Haden ever see Aubrey differently and love her?

Galit, lihim, at pagnanasa—isang kwento ng paghihiganti na nauwi sa pag-ibig. Si Axel Garcia, single dad at kambal ni Austin, ay nagplano ng parusa kay Eunice Vergara… ngunit ang babaeng iyon ang magpapalakas ng kanyang pusong matagal nang sugatan. Sa gitna ng kontrol, tensyon, at madilim na pagnanasa, matutuklasan nila na minsan, ang tunay na pag-ibig ay mapanganib, masakit, at lubos na nakakapagpagaling.

Angels and devils ruled the city of Los Angeles. It was in the deep underbelly of the sparkling done-up town that I found him. Where I found the devil himself. A god in human form. A devil in every way. I fell for him, tumbled towards him like a bowling ball to some easily knocked down pins. Yet, I lost him. You never mess with a gang, I messed with the leaders of all leaders, I messed with Angeles.

Si Sudara Boone ay isang taong lumaki sa pangangalaga ng mga taong lobo. Siya ay iniwan ng kaniyang tunay na ina sa kagubatan ng Aerabella at siya’y kinupkop ng prinsesa na si Sadi, at kaniya itong itinuring na anak. Nilihim ng ina ang tungkoll sa kaniyang tunay na pagkatao, kung kaya’t namuhay siya sa kasinungalingang natatangi siyang taong-lobo. Tahimik at masaya siya sa kaniyang kinagisnang buhay, ngunit nagbago ito nang kaniyang makilala ang litratistang binata na si Azro. Sa unang pagtatagpo ng kanilang landas ay ang malagim na panaginip, kung saan pareho silang napahamak sa isa’t isa, ngunit naging daan ito upang kanilang kilalanin ang bawat isa. Naging madalas ang kanilang pagkikita hanggang sa sila’y naging magkaibigan at nagkamabutihan ng loob. Hindi ito ipinagsabi ni Sudara sa kaniyang tribo, hanggang sa lumalim ang kanilang samahan. Ngunit walang lihim na hindi nabubunyag at nalaman din ito ng tribo at nagpasiya silang patayin ng lihim kay Sudara si Azro. Dahil sa kaniyang matalik na kaibigan, naipagtapat kay Sudara ang tungkol sa plano ng kaniyang tribo. Alam niyang wala siyang laban dito. Sa kadahilanang iyon, nagpasiya si Sudara na ibuwis ang kaniyang buhay para sa kaniyang minamahal at naging sanhi ito ng pagkatalo ng tribo, at walang nagawa kundi ang hayaan si Azro na lumaya kasama ang ala-alang masaya’t puno ng pangarap ngunit mapait na pag-iibigan.

My name is Alaki Bea Miller-or known above: Alaki Bea X. That is what they call us, the inferior ones: X. In this world, I live under laws that declare it illegal to bear more than one blood in your veins. A legal system built on segregation by race, where mixing blood is the highest crime. In this world, I am not human. I am not a person. I am a thing, an abomination that threatens their system. His name is Efrem Mustafin, leader of one of the five Rings, Master of his race, and the man who saved my life. Legally, he owns me. To save me, he had to claim me as property. And in exchange for my protection, we play a game. One where I submit to him before watching eyes, and he keeps me safe. Master Efrem Mustafin, he is. Subject Alaki Bea X, I am. Or at least, I was. I belong to him. My name is Alaki Bea Mustafin, and in this world, I Am Mustafin.

This isn't a love story, but almost a love story. Irina and Eric share a world through dreams and time travel. They have a strong mutual understanding about the feelings they have for each other, at the same time understanding that they cannot be together. Eric: I open my eyes and find myself standing alone in an empty room. The ceilings and the walls are neatly painted white. And the floor is composed of polished light brown wood. And there is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light comes from. A bright yellow and pale red orange light tells me the sun is setting and soon it will be dark. Eric is a ghost who always appears in Irina's dream. Irina: I open the door to the bedroom. There is a dark brown framed window at one corner where the light is coming from. The yellow orange light passes through the open window. I see Eric standing right there on the spot captured by the yellow light. ‘You came back.’ I said. He stood there looking me in the eye. I almost died. Irina is a time traveler who may or may not change his fate. They alternatively tell a bitter sweet story. Love doesn't always mean together, sometimes it is deeper apart. Eric: I stand alone in the rain looking at the dark sky where all I can see is water, for it is both the rain and my tears flowing to my face. Irina: And suddenly it is no longer my reflection I see inside the mirror. What I see now is a figure of a man. I draw closer to see him clearly. But the closer I walk towards him, the farther I become from him. I couldn't get close.

“Miss Green, the results show that you have late-stage pancreatic cancer. The situation isn’t good for you. If you give up on treatment, you might have less than a month left. Are you sure you don’t want to receive treatment? Will your husband agree to it?” “I’m sure that… he will.” After I hung up, I surveyed the empty house and felt sadness fill every fiber of my heart. I had thought that the pain I felt was due to my dear old friend, gastritis, but it was cancer. I sighed and looked at the picture on the table. The eighteen-year-old Zach Stone stared at me in the photo. It had been years since, but I still remembered how the snow had fallen on my hair. At that time, Zach had smiled and asked whether this counted as us growing old together.

Vincent Okoye has spent a decade building a spotless reputation at London’s top tech advertising firm. Sharp, composed, and fiercely loyal, he’s finally on the brink of promotion, until everything unravels. The night he lets go of his carefully guarded control, he ends up in bed with a charming stranger. By morning, that stranger is no longer a mystery, he’s Ethan Levitt, Vincent’s new boss, old university flame, and the son of the company’s enigmatic CEO. Ethan offers him everything he’s ever wanted: recognition, influence… and maybe something dangerously close to love. But there’s a condition, complete obedience, in and out of the boardroom. Caught between the seductive pull of his past and the steady loyalty of Pascal, the man who’s stood by him for years, Vincent is forced to choose. But in a world of ambition, secrets, and shifting power, love may come with the highest price of all. Desire. Loyalty. Power. In this game, someone’s bound to lose. And Vincent can’t afford for it to be him

“I hate you!” I picked up the flower vase from the center table, and lifted my hand to throw it at him. But before I could do so, the man from behind gripped my hand, and collected it from me. “Are you going to sign the divorce papers?” he brought out a gun, and cocked it. “Or would you rather lose your life?” ****************** Sometimes, saying 'I do' could be the beginning of true marital bliss. And other times? It could be the beginning of endless suffering and torture. Abby had only ever wanted a man for herself, and when Claude showed up, he was everything she could ask for, and even more. But sometimes, even criminals wear innocent faces. What happens when Abby learns that the man whom she loved was responsible for the explosion that claimed the lives of her parents and best friend?

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.