It's Not Always Rainbows And Butterflies Novels & Stories

I Alpha Ryan Black Bishop rejected you, Bella Adams as my mate and Luna" The last hope of Bella died after hearing this. His words stabbed her heart like a sharp knife, cutting her heart into tiny pieces. She looked at him for the last time. His commanding glare and disgust in his eyes showed clearly that it was over. Bella bent down her head. 'I, Bella Adams accept your rejection" She whispered then turned away. Tears rolled down on her cheek. She started taking slow steps.

His name is Raive. The one who, 700 years ago, had lost. The necromancer who conquered half the world with an army of the undead, but then was buried alive under a terrible curse: never to die, never to be saved. He was so feared that all necromancy curses were buried with him, so that never again could such a dangerous magician arise. Angelina – a weak historian-necromancer whose only talent was a flawless grasp of the language of the dead. Fate willed it that she find a mysterious gravestone and break the seal holding the one who was never to be released: Raive – the King of the Dead! What will happen to them next? Will the Undead King help this unknown girl or will he use her mysterious blood to regain his own power and speed his way to the throne? What can they both do when passion begins to ruin all their plans, and dark desires call forth the worst poison?

My wife, Vivian Lane, is the wealthiest woman. Her assistant had made it clear he had three "do-not-disturb" rules: no messages after work, no calls on weekends, and absolutely no contact when he was in a bad mood. Because of this, the company lost a major deal—one worth over a hundred million. Yet the assistant looked completely unbothered. "Sorry, I had no idea one phone call could make such a difference. If something goes wrong and I have to be the one to take the blame, fine—I'm just another cog in the machine." My wife snapped, "Who said anything about blaming you? You did exactly what you were told." She shot me a look of pure irritation. "You take the profits from the project, and when things fall apart, you dump it on the regular employees? Is that how you run a business? If your company folds over something this small, it just proves you're not fit to be in charge." It suddenly clicked, and I let out a quiet laugh. So she thought this project belonged to my company? I didn't bother correcting her. To be honest, I couldn't really hold it against her—after all, it wasn't my company going under.

Everyone in Asterhaven knew—Maxwell Porter hated Zoey Bradford. Hated how she clung so desperately to their marriage. Hated how she refused to set him free. He asked for a divorce. Ninety-nine times. But the hundredth time, when he thought she'd turn him down like always, her voice cut through the air, cold as ice that had been frozen for a thousand years. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

Charlotte Michael was still a child when war ravaged the all-brown pack on a fateful day when Luna was supposed to conceive her second child. The day Charlotte has always looked up to was suddenly turned into a nightmare. But when a certain cold young rival boy had the chance to eliminate her, what made him decide not to end the life of the only daughter of their rival? Instead, he takes her baby brother and pushes her to safety, leaving her to question his motives Will destiny reunite these three souls? And if it does, will they recognize each other amidst chaos? When the foster son to the Alpha of the red bat pack starts calling Charlotte his mum, what could be his reasons when she has no idea of who the kid was. But she then discovered that she's mated to his dad.

“Why does he always look so dirty?” Amara says making a face. I turn and look in the direction she’s facing and my heart beats faster. Leo is walking across the school parking lot to the school entrance. Leo has his down, he is a pair of jeans that are weathered. He paired it with a long white T-shirt and hoodie. I don’t see any dirt on him but maybe Amara has extra-ray vision. Maybe she can see something we don’t. “He doesn’t look dirty” Gea says and giggles. I want to say exactly but I don’t, whenever we talk about boys it always ends up in a fight. And I don’t want to fight today, we have tests today and I need good vibes only.

He's the man I shouldn't want. A good-looking and powerful man like him shouldn't make me feel this way. He is rude, selfish, and is fucking incapable of reciprocating my feelings. Gray Westmore...that's his name. And I couldn't fucking unlove him now that I know he's trying to save his family from his psychotic twin.

Cakes , chocolate , muffins are so sweet that it's hard to believe how problematic they can be sometimes . Apart from making you fat , they can bring along quite some trouble , especially when you work in a patisserie and a handsome boy ordered a third-tiered luxurious cake . After he saw the cake , he didn't like its decoration and refused to pay for it . At first I was mesmerized by his looks when he entered inside . Who wouldn't remain breathless at the sight of a boy so handsome that he looked like a sculpture . When hearing what a brat he was , the perfect look on him was wasted . I, who had done the decoration , had no intention to pay for it . We fought and I ended up covered in cake and jobless . As if that wasn't enough , the landlord wanted to kick my family and me from the house too . I was desperately walking around the neighborhood , praying to god for a miracle When I lost all hope, I saw a limousine parked in front of my house. When I entered inside, the old woman whom I had saved from a being smashed by a car this morning was there. To my shock , my prayers were heard and she offered to help me pay both my school and my family's expenses but nothing comes for free in this world . She would financially help me for the next four years while I had to become her grandson's assistant at the Jewel Knowledge academy and make sure he graduated with high scores . The only rule was , I couldn't fall in love with her grandson . I was an excellent student but her grandson was the school's bully . Will my heart be able to make it through these four years with a handsome troublemaker by my side ?

I once thought I would spend my entire life in love with my husband, Vincenzo, the Don of the De Luca family. In the end, our whirlwind romance was no match for a childhood promise. On the day Vincenzo went through with a sham marriage to his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, to honor a blood oath, I destroyed the penthouse we had filled with memories and left his city for good. When Vincenzo used the family's entire intelligence network and still couldn't find me, the untouchable Don was driven mad. Later, he offered a worldwide bounty for any information on my whereabouts and even publicly begged me to come back. Too bad for him, I already wore another man's ring. Vincenzo, nothing waits for you forever. Especially a love you strangled with your own hands.

You saved a dying pup. It vanished. Now, rifling through your contract husband's drawer, you find the collar. "You stole my dog!" you hiss. "Sweetheart, that wasn't a dog." A growl rumbles in the dark. "It was an Alpha wolf — and you belong to him now."