Ikaw At Ako Johnoy Danao Novelas e Histórias

His hands held me in place as he gently lowered his head. His mouth was only a breath away from mine. I breathed in shakily. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips slightly grazed my mouth. “Tell me to stop, Amelia.” I couldn't. My lips failed to move as I stood there, eager to taste his essence, even if it was for one night. Even if he wasn't aware of who I was. **** Amelia Fray, a small-town girl moves to the bubbling city of New York to provide for her mother and little sister. Instead, she finds herself in a precarious situation and at the mercy of Alexander Smith, the heir to one of the biggest conglomerates in New York. To protect herself, she signs a marriage contract with him. Despite her disastrous past relationship, she opens her heart to Alexander, hoping her love will be reciprocated. In their marriage, Amelia is forced to battle with Alexander’s past and present. Will she be willing to risk it all for him? Knowing that her love may never be requited? What happens when he becomes her nightmare?

Since my daughter, Lucy Shepherd, is an only child, my husband, Felix Shepherd, and I have decided to find her a live-in son-in-law. I ask on an online forum, "If my future son-in-law has a master's degree from a top university and earns over 10,000 dollars a month, what kind of wedding gift would seem appropriate to welcome him into the family?" Someone jokingly replies, "You'd probably have to be loaded to get a son-in-law like that. Why not give him ten million dollars as a wedding gift?" Without any hesitation, I take the person's advice and give Paul Cranston, my future son-in-law, and his family ten million dollars, along with a riverfront apartment. However, to guard against the possibility of Paul and his family seizing Lucy's inheritance for themselves once we're gone, I make Paul sign a prenuptial agreement. It clearly states that all their children must take the Shepherd family name and that the family's assets will not go to anyone with a different last name. Paul agrees to it and even thanks me profusely for everything. Yet, when Lucy gives birth to her second child, he immediately grabs the baby and changes his tune. "Even though I married into the Shepherd family, that doesn't mean I'm no longer my own person! My son must take my family name! This affects my dignity as a man!" I scoff in anger, but before I can say anything, Lucy, who is completely blinded by love, tearfully takes Paul's side. "Just go along with it, Mom. We're all a family anyway. Why must you harp on whose last name is used?" I hold my ground and refuse to back down. But the very next day, Lucy flies abroad with Paul, bringing along her two children. They have no qualms about moving into the property that Felix and I had bought abroad, as if it were their own. Despite being 58 years old, I am so enraged by her foolishness that I drag Felix to a fertility clinic. We start the IVF process. After turning 59 years old, I give birth to a son. Just as the nurse brings him to me, the door to the hospital room flies open. The family of four, who have just rushed back in a hurry, freeze in place.

Ang kapangahasan ni Rose ang nagdala sa kanya sa isang malaking panganib. Kung saan sa malayong probinsiya at liblib na bayan sa Cotabato siya ay napadpad. Habang nasa biyahe ay hinarang ang kanyang sinasakyang bus ng mga masasamang loob. Binitbit siya ng mga armadong lalaki na may nakakatakot na mga pagmumukha. Animo mga buwitreng gutom na nakakita ng karneng pag-aagawan sa katauhan niya. Nanganganib siyang malapastanganan. Subalit sa kabila ng takot ay hindi pinanghinaan ng loob si Rose. Dinala sya ng grupo sa kuta ng mga ito at ginawang bihag. Sa puntong iyon alam niyang nasa panganib ang kanyang buhay lalo na at natipuhan siya ni Horan ang mabagsik na pinuno ng mga bandidong dumukot sa kanya. Napasakamay siya sa pangangalaga ni Dimitri. Ang lalaking may mala-leon na lisik ng mata. Ngunit Imbis na mas lalong mangamba sa kaligtasan ay natagpuan niya ang sariling nais na mahulog sa mga bisig ng lalaking tulisan.

“He bought me for one night. I gave him a lifetime. Then he tried to return me." THE CALDWELL POSSESSION SERIES - BOOK ONE Nora Callahan has three rules: Never trust a man in a suit. Never cry where anyone can see. Never, ever fall for someone who owns more than they feel. She breaks all three in one night. Dominic Caldwell is the kind of man who buys things, companies, properties, silence. He's never lost a bid in his life. So when a charity auction goes sideways and Nora ends up on that stage by accident, trembling in a borrowed dress with fire in her eyes, he does what he always does. He bids. He wins. He takes her home. What he doesn't expect is that she won't stay broken. That she'll laugh at his coldness and cry at his cruelty and somehow, somehow make him feel like a man again instead of a machine. What he doesn't expect is that the woman he bought for one charity dinner will become the only thing in his empire he can't put a price on. But Dominic has a secret that could destroy everything. And Nora has a past she's never told anyone. And when both collide on the worst night of their lives the only question left is this: *Can you love someone you ruined? Can you forgive someone who let you fall?* This is not a love story. This is what happens after the love story ends and two broken people have to decide if they're brave enough to begin again.

My mother's honey shop served only women, and she sold only one type of honey. The honey was contained in small glass jars, and it had an eerie name—Heart-Eroding Honey. Whenever women came to buy honey, my mother would personally lead them through the shop and into the mysterious beehive room in the backyard. Shortly after the door was closed, there would always be faint, suppressed moans coming from inside. I never knew whether it was from pain or satisfaction. However, when the women reemerged, they would all have rosy faces and radiant smiles, as if they had been completely nourished.

Hindi ako gold digger. Oo, tatlong trabaho ang pinagsasabay ko. Server ako sa umaga, cashier sa hapon, at sa gabi, naglilinis ako ng kubeta sa isang bar sa Makati. Ako si Maria Tala Loresca, twenty-three years old. May utang na kasing lalim ng depression ko, at walang balak na lumaki ang interest nito. Kaya nang lapitan ako ni Lucas Salazar sa VIP lounge ng club na pinagtatrabahuhan ko isang lalaking nakasuot ng suit na halatang isang buwang sahod ko ang isang butones, may amoy na pangmayaman at kayabangan, at may titig na parang hinuhubaran na ako bago pa man ako magsalita, akala ko isa siyang manyakis na mayaman. "Five million. One night. No names, no feelings, no bullshit." Tiningnan ko siya. Six feet. Broad shoulders. At isang ngisi ng lalaking sanay makuha ang gusto niya. "Sure. Sige. Pero cash agad." That night, ikinama niya ako sa penthouse niya. Walang bulaklak. Walang kandila. Pagkatapos? Limang milyon sa bedside table. Umalis akong hindi siya ginising. Akala ko tapos na. Hanggang sa malaman ko ang totoo makalipas ang tatlong linggo. Ako pala ang sikretong anak ng taong pinakakinamumuhian niya ang ina ko ang babaeng sumira sa pamilya niya, at siya ang rason kung bakit namatay ang kanyang ina. Kaya ang plano ko ay paibigin siya. Pakakasalan ko siya. Gagamitin ang apelyidong Salazar para kunin ang lahat—pera, lupa, dignidad niya. Plano ko siyang sirain. Hindi ko inasahan na habang ginagawa ko 'yon, unti-unti rin pala akong mababaliw sa kanya. Sa mga kamay niyang humawak hindi lang ng katawan ko kundi ng pusong tinuruan kong maging bato. At ang masaklap? Kapag nalaman niya ang totoo—na ang babaeng hinuhubaran niya sa kama ay ang mismong dugo ng demonyong hinahangad niyang mamatay at hindi ako sure kung sino ang mas masasaktan. Siya ba? O ako?

Rohit gets shocked when a beautiful girl slaps him all of a sudden. She is trying to protect her friend. He finds her very interesting...Sia is a beautiful girl who is very protective towards her friend. She even slaps a stranger while trying to protect her friend.Rohit is falling for her but Sia has trust issues due to some incident that happened in her past.Let's enjoy this journey to see what happens next.

Pagkatapos ng tatlong taon naming pagdadate ni Nathan Foster, inakala kong alam ko na kung saan kami tutungo. Pero hindi siya kailanman nagpropose sa akin. At sa halip ay nagawa pa niyang malove at first sight sa aking stepsister. Naging direkta at walang tigil ang ginawa niyang panliligaw dito na hindi nagiwan ng pagdadalawang isip sa aking isipan. Pero sa pagkakataong ito, hindi na ako nagbreakdown o naghintay pa sa mga mangyayari habang umaasa na babalik pa siya gaya noon. Napagdesisyunan ko nang makipaghiwalay. Itinapon ko ang lahat ng regalo niya sa akin, pinagpunit punit ko rin ang wedding dress na lihim kong binili at noong kaniyang kaarawan, iniwan ko sa aking nakaraan ang Riverdale. Nang sasakay na ako sa aking flight, nagmessage si Nathan sa akin: “Nasaan ka na? Hinihintay ka ng lahat.” Ngumiti ako, pero na ako nagreply sa kaniya habang binoblock ko siya sa bawat platform. Wala siyang ideya na dalawang linggo na ang nakalilipas mula noong tanggapin ko ang proposal ng aking college senior na si Eustace Cooper. Nang lumapag ang eroplano sa bagong siyudad na aking titirhan, nakahanda na kami ni Eustace na simulan ang bagong yugto ng aming mga buhay nang magkasama—bilang magasawa.

I'm a stripper who works in the red light district of Las Poverla. By sheer accident, I bring the mafia heir, Alessandro Pushkin, home with me while he's completely drenched in blood. In order to cover Alessandro's astronomical hospital bills, I choose to sell my blood and my body. Before we part ways, Alessandro gives the ring that symbolizes his family's authority to me. He promises me that once he purges his family of all traitors, he'll marry me and make me the future Donna. But I don't receive any news from him since then. I'm worried that Alessandro's met with danger again, so I keep asking around for news related to him. But that's when I see the scandal of him making out with his new lover, Cristina Romano, on the news. In order to demand an explanation from him, I find my way to Alessandro's villa, only to be treated as a homeless person. As such, I get kicked out by his bodyguards. On top of that, I also get humiliated by his Cristina. When Alessandro's enemy kidnaps both me and Cristina, he forces Alessandro to choose one of us. He immediately abandons me, even though I'm pregnant with his baby. A gunshot rings out, causing me to collapse to the ground. Soon, Alessandro and Cristina leave. That's when I get up from the ground and wipe the fake blood off my body. The man who shot me earlier looks at me, his heart aching for me. "Principessa, how are we going to get revenge on them?" That's right. I'm no ordinary stripper—I'm actually the only daughter of the Columbo family's Don, making me the Principessa of the most powerful family ever.

The day I learned the truth about my husband, Duke Alistair, and his adopted sister, Liana, I left. I abandoned my title, my home, and returned to my father's palace. A year passed. Then came news of chaos in the duchy. The servant Alistair sent spoke with desperation, “Your Highness, the Duke and your son are lost to reason. If you don’t return, I fear they will burn everything to the ground.” I looked at the blood I'd coughed onto my handkerchief. I nodded. "Fine. I'll go back." The doctor had already given me my diagnosis. Consumption. I had only a month left to live. So I went back. And I played the part of the perfect duchess. I no longer demanded Alistair's loyalty. I even found him three new mistresses who looked just like Liana and sent them to his bed after he had sent her away for me. I no longer made Damian study the arts of statecraft and not forced him to master his courtly duties. Instead, I supported his ridiculous dream of joining the Expeditionary Force. I took the pain they gave me. I wrapped it in the "understanding" they always craved. And I served it back to them cold. But it drove Alistair mad. He threw out the mistresses. He crushed me in his arms. His kiss was a punishment. He bit my lip, drawing blood. "I sent Liana away! What more do you want from me? How can I earn your forgiveness?" Damian cried and clung to my arm. "I'll never call Aunt Liana 'gentle' or 'beautiful' again! Mother, please. Just stop." They didn't understand. I wasn't making a scene. I just wanted to live out my last month in peace. And then, I wanted to die.