Jyu Viole Grace

Emily Grace, a gentle and beautiful café worker, catches the eye of Alexander Steele, a ruthless billionaire tycoon, after a chance encounter. Obsessed, Alexander orchestrates Emily's downfall to make her dependent on him. Forced into a manipulative marriage, Emily struggles to navigate her complex feelings for Alexander while enduring torment from his ex-fiancée, Isabella. After a violent confrontation leaves Emily with amnesia, Alexander's genuine care helps her heal. What happens when the delicate beauty of Emily collides with the iron will of Alexander? Can they overcome the obstacles that stand in their way, or are some divides too great to cross? Will love prevail, or will their pasts forever keep them apart?

"Hail Mary" she whispered urgently, her voice shaking as the sounds escalated. The wall seemed to vibrate with their passion, each thrust and cry invading her sanctuary. "Full of grace" She repeated the prayer, her fingers flying over the beads in a bid to drown out the sin next door but the moans increased. Panic fluttered in her breast, was this the bleak fate she had feared? Had the Lord led her here to test her faith amid such temptation? She prayed harder, her lips moving fervently. The rosary becoming her anchor, each bead a step toward salvation pulling her from the abyss of curiosity that threatened to stir within her.

Grace read the content of the tweet with trembling lips, and a hoarse voice almost choking, or did she know why she could be like that, there was clearly a feeling of horror that ran through her body as she read the tweet. The tweet is "Thank you to my friends who have cursed at me, hopefully we will meet again letter. The path i take is God's way." For a moment the were silent, no one dared to make a sound. Their lips seemed to be sewn up hard to open, they look each other, it wasn't the vengeful it used to be, but one filled with horror. As if something was telling them that a terrible event had happend, let's just say it was a hunch.

On our wedding day, Ethan got a call and bolted from the ceremony. Grandma was so furious she started coughing up blood, and everyone just watched. Not one person stepped in to help. I raced her to the hospital, but it was too late. She was gone before they even got her inside. Then, as I sat alone in the morgue, my phone lit up. It was Ethan. "Grace, get to the hospital. Bella's hurt and needs your blood!" "Ethan Carter, it's over between us." I ended the call, leaving the last pieces of my heart—and him—behind. Months later, he was on his knees in the pouring rain, begging for forgiveness, saying he'd do anything, give anything, if I'd only look back.

“I bled for you, I need you to bleed to death, for me. Falling for you again will be over my dead body.” He simply hummed, locking my wrists above my head before asking in a hoarse whisper, “Just how long until we explode from these lies, my little firecracker?” ___________ He was her first love. And he intended to be her last, no matter how much she fought it, how much she convinced herself that she was back for revenge. Grace lost her baby, her marriage, and questionably, her sanity along the line. Vincent, her ex-husband, destroyed her life. She was out to destroy his. What happens when he has other plans? Was there still any space for love in her heart?

He had once sworn I was his fated Luna, the Omega he cherished above all. However, just a month shy of our bonding, he decided to repay a life-saving grace by fathering a child with his old flame. To add insult to injury, he swiped the herbal research I was on the cusp of unveiling. He claimed he was trapped, obligated to both sides. I, however, was done with him. I cut ties, called off our Bonding Ceremony, and set off for the Northwood tundra to lose myself in my research. Two years on, he pleaded for my return, professing I was his one true love. However, by then, I was renowned far and wide, and he was nothing to me.

Five years ago, I was the rising star of the nation’s top chemistry research lab, but on the eve of publishing the results of my study, my husband’s crush, Grace, killed me. She made several people violate me and cut my face up. Then, she injected sulfuric acid into my stomach, crushed my teeth and bones, and discarded my body without anyone’s knowledge. At that time, I was three months pregnant. But she told everyone that I stole the project’s research results and fled to another country. Jim, my husband, personally wrote a report to the government to label me as a globally wanted criminal. Five years later, a livestreamer who did nighttime explorations found my dried-up corpse in the basement of an abandoned warehouse.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"

“I shake the mountains, blew the wind, burnt the fire; but when you got me, you wreck everything of me.” —Rage Koughart Thompson A hopeless romantic, Graceian Herrit Simson is content with her simple life. Being so inlove with her long timed fiance, Bill Marco, she never wish something more. Now, their relationship lasted long for years now, believes that her fiance would be the one and last man who will come to her life. Although, unexpected things happened; doubt leads to mistrust, she just saw herself hiring a private investigator to check her fiance. There, she met the investigator, Mr. Thompson, who should be Mr. Baltemore. She induced him being the most rude investigator ever which she shouldn't supposed to. Rage Koughart Thompson, a CEO of Thompson Cruise Corporations, an indeed business minded person, have already announced to media that he had no time to such unnecessary things. For him, time is millions, not worth wasting for something or someone nothing to do with his life. Unfortunately, he just found himself keeping a woman who doesn't even do good to him. As an accident happened, his uncle, Brando Baltemore, the best private investigator needs to hide as his life is at danger. Rage took the old man's responsibilities, not expecting that he also need to make an effort for a useless woman. His wasted time for Grace is like a waste of millions on his hands. And an offended Grace, she can't admitted that even she's mad, her hopeless heart still love and hopes. She dealt fasts her long time fiance but dealing with a rude man were the worst. She tried to move on but little did she know, she played fire with fire. Her heart keeps on bouncing back to its cage like nothing had harmed her.

I hate him! I hate him with every fiber of my being but dear me, the things he could do with his … __________________ When the Luna of the most powerful pack is killed, Eliana and her sorceress mother are accused of the murder and in retaliation, they are killed by the Alpha of the pack himself. Reborn again as Alena, a werewolf and the daughter of the Beta of the same pack. Eliana has nothing but hatred for every member of the pack and she swears to rain on everyone involved, especially Alpha Damon. But when two vengeful beings clash, the chemistry is instant, the burn ferocious at every touch sending heat down their spines. Eliana must fight against herself and her dangerous attraction for her greatest enemy when she realizes her obscene desires for him, and the hunger to have him do all of the most sinful acts her treacherous mind is able to conjure up.