Invincible The End Of All Things

At first a joke, and now a matter of seriousness. He thought she could fall into his trap but finally find himself cut off from reality. She ressemble a mature girl, yet she isn't. No matter how strong she is and how she will hate the character of Zack, Tiara will not resist to his charm, and him too. Love gains thier hearts, no matter their differences. Romance take it path in their life with all the ignorant they possess. Toronto will be their loving paradise, happiness invade their life until reality on its own gain it's path...trying to fly made her think their love could go above all but never above lies.

"Ms. Jones, the service to fake your death that you requested has been arranged. Here's the agreement. Please sign here." Isabella Jones glanced at the contract that the person placed before her. Client: Isabella Jones Cause of death: Falling from a mountain, eaten by wild animals. Unable to retrieve the remains of the body Time of death: One week from now One week from now would mark the fifth anniversary of her marriage to Samuel Grant. It was also the day she had planned to fake her death and leave him. Since that was the date it all began, it might as well be when it ended.

Why is it so good to do forbidden things? For Aviona Serafina Ros who wants everything taboo. The answer is already in the question. Why is it good to do the forbidden? It's simple, it's so fucking good. Lazarus is so fucking good.

Sette’s only choice was to kill her mate. Her whole existence is tangled with a curse. A love she’ll once have. A life she couldn’t hold. The man she couldn’t save. The curse will take the life of her mate, Lane Emerson, the Alpha. To kill him in her own hands means she doesn’t have to suffer his death. To kill him before she’ll love him was Sette’s mission. But what can Sette do when the heart is stronger than the mind? What can she do when she’s slowly slipping to the curse? Will she save him to savor the time they have left or kill him so she could save herself from dying pain? Only one thing Sette knows. It’s either her love will save him. Or kill him. This is the first installment of Dival Sisters.

Luna Jasper once believed that having Felix Lincoln's child would finally make him see her differently. But Felix shattered that hope. “I had a vasectomy ages ago! You carry the same filthy blood as your father. Do you think I’d ever let someone like you have my child? That love child should’ve been turned into a specimen!” Their son was gone, and it broke Luna. Now, Luna was gone, and it drove Felix mad.

"Do you still have a boyfriend?" He asked with a mocking tone. "I thought that ship sailed already. I do not bite Sunflower. The last time we spoke, you said you like what you see." Simon said standing up. He went over to her, shifted her food aside and sat on the same spot. "The only excuse you gave for not wanting to feel what I have to offer, was your boyfriend. Is the excuse still valid?" He asked with a sensual smile touching her cheeks gently with the pad of his thumb while the other hand found his newly discovered spot, the crease of her ears. "Imagine the level of pleasure I would give you. I am a very patient man when it comes to my desires and I am not greedy as well. Your pleasure, would be my pleasure." He reassured her with a smile. He got down from the table and walked over to her, standing behind her. Slowly, he sucked on her neck. "Mmm," came the suppressed moan from Paige with her eyes shut. "Shhhh, you don't want to disturb the people behind those doors." He said. Money was top of Paige Patterson's priority list while Love didn't even make it to the list. There were too many bills to pay and a childhood memory to secure. The Kentleys seemed to be her only hope to financial freedom but the price was way too much for her. With Simon Kentley, she would be able to sort out all her needs but would she be able to sort any of his? Other Books By The Author. •You Are Mine For Keeps •Loved By A Real Man

Maximilian broke out of the formation a group of witches set in place to prevent monsters like him from appearing in the human realm. When he reached the human realm there was a blood bath. All those who caught him in the act were killed. Cyra who happened to pass by the short route was unfortunate to encounter the scene of the bloody monster, she wasn't the only one that mistakenly saw the scene but she was the only one that was spared.

Robbea Queng Flores, the illegitimate daughter of Robin Flores and his wife's close friend, Beatrice Gomez. She was a mistake daughter, according to her half siblings. Growing up, attention and love are all she needs from her family. Yet, her family don't accept her. Rhael Drale Quenco, the perfect guy with a perfect life. When he met, Robbea. For him, she is annoying. Until, one day. He realize, he wants to be part of her life, he wants to fullfil the love and attention she never got from her family.

The doctor told me I had 72 hours left, unless I got access to the newest experimental treatment. However, there was only one slot available, and my husband Bowen Liddell gave it to my sister Yvonne Lawson instead. "Her kidney failure is more critical," he said. I nodded and swallowed the white pills that would only speed up my death. In the time I had left, I got a lot done. The lawyer's hand trembled as he passed me the documents. "Are you sure you want to transfer the two billion dollars in shares?" I replied, "Yes. Give them to Yvonne." My daughter, Candice Liddell, was giggling in Yvonne's arms. "Mommy Yvonne bought me a new dress!" I said, "It looks beautiful. Make sure you always listen to Mommy Yvonne, okay?" The art gallery I built from the ground up now had Yvonne's name on the sign. "You're too kind, Kathy," she said, crying. I told her, "You'll run it even better than I ever did." I even signed all my parents' trust fund away. That was when Bowen finally gave me his first genuine smile in years. "Kathleen, you've changed. You're not so aggressive anymore... You're beautiful like this." Indeed. This dying version of me finally became the 'perfect Kathleen Sullivan' in their eyes—obedient, generous, and no longer argumentative. The 72-hour countdown had already begun, and I couldn't help but wonder what they would remember when my heart stopped for good. The good wife who 'finally learned to let go', or the woman who completed her revenge by dying?

I looked at the side of my bed, caressing it while imagining some things that would make me feel happy. But even my own imagination feels like betraying me, telling that this is my reality and there is nothing that I can do with that. I even ask god, do I deserve to suffer for the second time around?