Kiss Me Liar Novel English

Revenge. Other people think that this is a childish thing. An act that wasn't supposed to be done by mature people. If that is the point. . . so Zyxhiaxy is immature and childish for wanting to pay back those people who made her suffer? 3 years after that incident, she didn't shed a single tears while thinking that cries won't change a thing. It won't change anything that has been done even the pain that someone inflicted to you. This is the finest retribution of the girl who pledge to stick with her plan despite of the way of her heart reacted when Styx Syruis cracked a smile, and how it throbbed in pain when tears started to scroll in his lovely face.

Elijah Black was born to lead. He is the alpha heir, a billionaire empire builder, and a man whose wolf once roared with purpose. But when his fated mate died, the bond shattered, and so did he. His wolf went silent. Elijah stopped shifting, stopped living, and forced himself into a grief support group in the basement of St. Catherine’s Church because disappearing into the sorrow of strangers felt easier than facing his own. Then Jaxon Reed walks in, late, loud, and chaotic, completely out of place in a room full of mourning hearts. He does not claim to grieve a person, but instead the version of himself he destroyed. He lies with charm, performs with reckless humor, and unsettles everyone, especially Elijah. Elijah wants to hate him, but his wolf wants to chase him. Jaxon wants to vanish, but his smile refuses to leave. Their connection is electric. It is grief meeting chaos, discipline clashing with wild instinct. Elijah is pulled back to life against his will, and Jaxon is seen for the first time in years. But Elijah’s world is not human, and Jaxon’s past is far from harmless. As the tension between them grows, both men must confront a truth neither is ready to name. What happens when the alpha who refuses to shift meets the man whose very existence wakes the wolf inside him? The answer will change everything, if they survive long enough to face it.

How does it feels to marry a man that you doesn’t even know or you don’t love? It was supposed to be love before marriage, but marriage came first before you actually love the person. I, Andricia Harlow, hates marriage and doesn’t want to get marry. But do I have any choice? I think I will need to suffer from marriage.

"Skye, please," Jaxon's voice was desperate, but I couldn't bear to look at him after what I'd learned. "Listen to me first, baby." "What is there to explain?" My words were bitter. "Why keep it hidden until now?" He didn't respond. I let out a mixture of sobs and laughter. "See?" "Skye, please. My situation is difficult. Just give me a chance to explain. I have too much on my plate." I shook my head. "No, I don't need to hear your lies." "Is it that hard for you, Skye? I always listen to you." His words hit me. "Are you blaming me? Sorry, Jaxon. This setup is tiring. I waited for you, but you were not there when I needed you most. I tried to reach out, but you were too busy with things you didn't tell me. So, I was left alone like I was no one." I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes—emotions I couldn't fathom, emotions I saw for the first time since we started our relationship. "I'm sorry, Jaxon. I want to let go. I tried so hard, but I'm choosing myself this time. You stole the only friend I had!" As I opened the door, my heart broke. "Baby, please. Don't give up on me. I love you." "I can't feel it, Jax. I'm too drained. I'm sorry." I stepped outside the room. "And I hope not to see you again."

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tobias’ hand slipped into her gown and caught one breast. She tried her best to suppress her emotions but her eyes just involuntarily shut due to a pleasurable sensation brought by his warm touch. She blinked her eyes open when he detached his hand from her breast. Tobias distanced himself from her, however, the rage in his eyes was still there as he watched her. “I almost forgot. You told me a few years back, only I can touch you unless I pay you.” Minah's brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him. Tobias pulled himself away from her, composing himself before he took his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out some paper bills and threw them on her. Her eyes darted to the money that he tossed right in front of her. Six violet-colored paper bills. Her mouth was left agape. Six hundred pesos! Minah could feel her blood rushing to her face as insult, rage, and humiliation stirred inside her. She lifted her face once again and threw daggers at Tobias. “I am no whore, you son of a bitch!” His expression grew ominous. “You are filthier than a whore, Damara,” he said firmly, his voice sounding displeased.

Your color is still haunted by the past that it keeps on drowning you down until you can no longer appreciate the life that was given to you. Despite the enduring pain that lingered in your body I'd love to see your color shining through.

Quinlee Velez has a wealthy but miserable life, despite of that, she has a boy bestfriend who is one call away in times of distress and trouble. She always has things planned out to pursue and reach her dreams until one day she meets a guy named Zik, with a contract that ties the knot and who shatters her plans. Felt she was doomed to a life of extreme unhappiness. Marriage is normally one's happily ever after in the movies but for them it's a complete opposite of what other's expect. Are they going to survive? or ends in break-up and walk in separate ways? All right, let's see!

She hates her dad hiring her bodyguards. But what if her next bodyguard is gay? Will she learn to accept him? Will she like him? Or will she fall for him?

In a world where power is king and betrayal a currency, Francesca Marino is a woman with a mission. Haunted by the brutal death of her parents, she has spent years honing her skills, waiting for the day she can exact her revenge on those responsible for their murders. Her path leads her straight to Vincenzo Lombardi, a man with bloodstained hands and buried secrets. Drawn into his world in the guise of deceit, Francesca expects a ruthless opponent. What she finds instead is a man who is both captivating and intoxicating. When their worlds collide, passion flares and the thin line between hatred and love is blurred. With truths long buried exposed, Francesca finds herself compelled to face it all—her retribution, her family, and the man whose destruction she had promised upon. With the past breathing down their necks and the future hanging by a thread, will Francesca and Vincenzo weather the storms, or will love be the ultimate casualty of a war written in blood? Power is seductive, betrayal inevitable but love? The deadliest of all the weapons.

Ruang tamu rumah itu terasa begitu luas, namun entah mengapa udara di sekitarnya terasa menyempit, menekan paru-paruku. Malam ini adalah awal kehidupan baruku bersama Ibu di rumah suami barunya. "Bella, ayo, jangan malu-malu. Mulai sekarang kita adalah keluarga," ucap Ibu dengan senyum merekah, menarik tanganku agar lebih mendekat. Di hadapanku berdiri dua sosok pria yang kini menjadi bagian dari hidup kami. Arthur, ayah tiriku, duduk dengan wibawa yang mengintimidasi. Usianya memang sudah menyentuh kepala lima, tapi aura maskulinnya justru semakin pekat. Tubuhnya gagah, terbalut kemeja yang sedikit ketat di bagian dada, dan brewok tipis di dagunya memberikan kesan tegas yang sulit diabaikan. Namun, bukan dia yang membuat bulu kuduku meremang. Melainkan sosok yang berdiri di sampingnya. Leonard, atau kerap dipanggil Leo. Abang tiriku. "Halo, Bella," sapanya. Suaranya berat, rendah, dan memiliki getaran yang membuat perutku terasa aneh. Leo mewarisi postur gagah ayahnya, namun dengan vitalitas masa muda yang meledak-ledak. Kaos hitam polos yang ia kenakan menempel pas di tubuhnya, mencetak jelas otot-otot dada dan lengannya yang atletis. Sepertinya tidak ada satu inci pun lemak di tubuh itu, hanya otot keras yang siap menerkam. Saat aku mengangkat wajah untuk membalas sapanya, aku menangkap basah tatapannya. Mata itu... tidak sedang menatap wajahku. Mata tajam itu sedang menelusuri lekuk tubuhku, berhenti cukup lama di area dadaku, seolah tatapannya bisa menembus kain blus yang kukenakan. Tatapan itu bukan tatapan seorang kakak, melainkan tatapan seorang pria yang sedang menilai mangsanya.