If I Lay Here

Love was never safe. Until him. Soren has spent his life outrunning pain—abused by his father, abandoned by his mother, and betrayed by the man he once called home. He doesn’t believe in happy endings. He barely believes in survival. Then Tavian walks in. Steady. Patient. Dangerous in all the right ways. But just as Soren starts to trust again, the past claws its way back—bringing monsters with familiar faces. When he’s taken, locked away, and left for dead, only one man dares to find him. Because Tavian doesn’t just want his heart. He wants to mend every broken piece.

Previously known as: I'll never forgive you Maryam Junaid, a pious, confident young Muslimah who lost her parents in a fire at the age of ten. As the little girl wandered the dangerous streets of New York, she was kidnapped and somehow ended up in the foster home of the Mehmoods. At the young age o

In my past life, I supported the bankrupt Clark brothers. However, after I became pregnant, they allowed a poor student, Kimberly Scott, to push me down the stairs, where I bled profusely and died while carrying my child. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the day I had brought them into my house. This time, I kicked them out without hesitation. To my surprise, Kimberly had teamed up with my grandmother to pretend to be the real heiress, painting me as the fake heiress who had taken over the family. The butler, Mr. Williams, who had watched me grow up, came forward and accused me of causing my parents’ death. Under the public backlash they had orchestrated, I remained calm and presented my evidence. Not only did I expose Kimberly’s fake identity as the heiress, but I also revealed the true faces of my grandmother and Mr. Williams. I avenged my parents and gave the wrongdoers the punishment they deserved.

He's ruthless every man wants to be him or the fear him, every women wants to fuck him. He has the largest mafia he could kill anyone in a blink of an eye. She is the Beauty every girl envoys. She can seduce any man, what happens when she seduces the wrong kind of man. He falls head over heels For her. he would give up anything and everything. She didn't know what she's gotten into. She gets pregnant and flees never wanting that life for her child, she steels his money and heart. He will find her and he vows to destroy her. What happens when it's been years and he finally finds her, will he kill her in cold blood or will he see her and his child and decided to have Mercy. The meet when she was 19 and he was 22, she's now 24 and he's 26. ☽ I cum on his mouth and he slurps up every last thing. But he doesn't stop he keeps sucking and licking my clit harshly. My legs start to shake and I try to close my legs but he holds them open. "It's t-to much" my words come out shaky. "Your gonna take it like a good girl ok."

Zane and Zander Whitmore are the most popular boys at Valley High. All the girls want them and all the boys want to be them. Kat Holland on the other hand just wants to finish her senior year unnoticed. Needless to say it's a major shock when Zane and Zanders Dad falls in love and marries Kats Mom right before senior year starts.

This will also be posted on Royal Road.A rundown hotel in the middle of Brazil, minimal staff, dim lighting, near no one, and nowhere. What brought these two here? A tall man clad in purple and a small clean-cut fellow with an unsettling grin. What could've led them there?

She is a Lady, but she spews profanities like they were made for her. She is what you would call....A F*cking Lady. ....••••••.... Zylith Sanders was a mundane teenager until one-day she was sucked into a wash basin and somehow ridiculously ended up in a feudal world without her beloved games and movies. To make matters worse, she was sold off by slave traders to the horrid Noble house of Ronales as a petty maid. But that was not the end of her worries, Dear Zylith, the feminist had a long struggle ahead of her when she meets the mighty King of this feudal kingdom and becomes his pretend consort. With a king that likes to poke deadly humor at her, and a bamby girl who wanted nothing to do with the ancients. How will the poor teenage feminist cope with only her sarcastic mouth to rely on! Just dive in and read on to find out Zylith Sander's romantic plight.

My husband makes me quit my job to care for his deceased friend's wife after she's given birth. Yet, she deliberately breastfeeds to his face. He can't take his eyes off her, yet he has the nerve to call me petty. He even says I'm asking for trouble. Later, I get a divorce and sell the house. I return to my hometown and make it big there. That's when he begs me to take him back.

The seventh time Claire Fisher bailed on our marriage license appointment, I finally cut her out of my life—for good. From then on, if she was at a party, I wasn't. When she was scheduled to perform at our college's anniversary celebration, I made sure to leave early. The moment my company announced a collaboration with hers, I resigned without a second thought. Even on Christmas Eve, when she showed up at my parents' house with gifts, I slipped out with a half-hearted excuse about "visiting a friend." I blocked her number. Deleted her from my contacts. Burned every bridge and salted the earth behind me. No calls. No texts. No social media. I didn't reach out. She couldn't reach me. Simple as that. For the better part of my life, I was hopelessly in love with her—waiting on her, caring for her, putting her first in every way that mattered. I gave her all of me without ever holding back. But after the seventh time she left me sitting alone at the City Hall, something inside me broke. I was done. If that meant spending the rest of my life alone, so be it. Better that than sitting in an empty apartment, listening to the silence, holding on to hope for someone who never planned to show up.

My mother-in-law’s final wish was simple—she wanted one last trip to Hawaii, to bask in the warmth of the sun before her time ran out. But her son, Vincent, didn’t see it that way. He thought I was manipulating her, using her as an excuse to drag him on a vacation he didn’t want. So, out of spite, he refused to grant her dying wish. I begged him. Pleaded. Swallowed my pride and all the hurt his accusations brought. After relentless persuasion, he finally relented. I thought, at last, I could give Lucy the happiness she deserved. But on the day we were set to leave, Vincent was nowhere to be found. And that same day, Lucy suffered a heart attack. She passed away with only me by her side—never getting to feel the warmth of the sun on her skin one last time. And then I saw it. A picture. Vincent, tagged at a luxury resort with his ex. The caption from her read: Thank you for abandoning your job to take me on this trip. You’re the best. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I didn’t even confront him. I just packed my bags and left. And this time? Vincent found out about the truth and begged me to stay.