If You Were Mine Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

I clawed my wrists, wishing I could run or fight these death grip soldiers. Left alone once again, I lay back on the cold floor. The dungeon was no longer just a prison- it was an anchor. If Astra wanted me to crawl through the shadows of Full Moon Pack, I would do just that– but soon… very soon. I would be in control.

I sighed and turned, heading back home with a heavy heart. My phone vibrated by the time I was back in the house, it was a message from Armani ‘I told you it was a bad idea,’ a link to a website. It was an article, attached to it was a picture of me on the steps of the church in deep thought and the headline that ran over it was: “Boy Toy Heir…”

Nina chuckled. That was when I saw it. The slim volume lying open beside her glass. The cover was soft cream with gold lettering. My own book. The one I had written last year in the flush of newlywed certainty. *Goddamn it! You Are My Ideal Man.* I read it loud...... My hands moved without permission. I picked it up, holding my breath, and open the dedication page. *For my forever loyal husband.* Then the first chapter. The words I had written with such certainty blurred as fresh tears fell down my cheek….

I said while we were walking back to madam Debua's office ******************* Awwwn 🥺🥺🥺 What will you do if you were in her shoes The chapter is teary 🤧 but the next will be exciting Please vote for the chapter if you find it worthy of your votes See you on Monday during my next update You can check out my new book "loving the schools bad boy" while you wait for the update. Bye 😘

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

I wanna if someone out there is reading my book hope you enjoyed this chapter lots of love faiyth♡♡♡

And since it was a long chapter, there must be a lot of mistakes, I would like to apologize for that and also I am thankful that you guys are loving it till now, that was why you guys are here! By the way, I have an other book names < Revenge: The Rebirth of Presiednt's dazzling wife>. Please go and check it out for me and give your love there as well! Love You All

I was expecting my heart to race as it used to when he was close, but it didn't; instead, my heart was peaceful. @@@@@@ Author, are you a lovely lady? First and first, I apologize; I like this book and wish to update it frequently, but I have never earned a dime from it, therefore my exclusive book took precedence. I beg your pardon. Please share my book so I may live a better life hahaha, and while you're waiting for it, you can read my unique book on fictum or fizzo here: by memories (Ruthless is about to become Alpha)

Disgust and disbelief warred within me as I confronted the man I thought I knew. My heart felt as if it were being squeezed within my chest, each word a struggle against the cascade of emotions threatening to overwhelm me. "I thought I knew you, Dylan," I said, my voice cracking with the ache of disillusionment. "I thought we had something special when you returned to me... to us. But then I lost the most precious part of us, our unborn child. And all the while, here you are, sharing a bed with the same woman who tore our world apart."

She might’ve won this little battle today but she has no idea how far I'm willing to go to protect what I've built here. When I opened Jamie’s door he was seated on the floor with his legs crossed and a book open in front of him. He jumped and quickly closed it as soon as he heard the sound of the door, looking up at me with guilty eyes. “What's that sweetie?” I asked gently, forcing warmth into my voice as I stepped closer. He hesitated. “It’s okay sweetheart,” I added with a light chuckle. “I just want to look.” Jamie’s grip on the book loosened and he gave it to me reluctantly. I recognized the cover instantly—one of those custom memory books from a themed gift shop. The kind with places