Letters To Milena Novels & Stories

Yvette Morgan은 죽어가는 어머니를 살리기 위해서라면 뭐든 할 수 있었다. 뭐든. Knox Luther는 감정을 하지 않는다. 그는 전략을 한다. 그리고 Yvette—절박하고, 강렬하며, 자신도 모르게 저항할 수 없는 그녀는 아버지의 세계를 불태워버리기 위한 완벽한 도구였다. 그 계약은 절대 아무것도 느끼지 말아야 했지만, 결국 모든 것을 느끼게 되었다. 누구의 벽이 먼저 금이 가고, 누구의 벽이 가장 처참하게 무너질 것인가? 경고: 본 책은 노골적인 장면과 매우 성숙한 내용을 포함하고 있습니다!

"On. Your. Knees." "Do it, Yvette," my tone held finality, but almost sounded like a plea. "Tsk tsk, Knox, my boy. You better watch daddy cum or no deal for you." "Please, Mr. Christopher," Yvette's voice finally broke after the long silence. "Anything but this," "Shhhh…" I peered from my side to see my father position himself between Yvette's legs. "You won't know a better experience after—" "Enough!" I snapped, rising to my feet. "Sit back down, boy," he threatened. I ignored him completely while helping Yvette down from his desk. "I am talking to you, Knox!" He snapped. "This is your only chance to get everything stated in your mother's will." I ignored him. "You just breached a necessar

BABALA: Ang aklat na ito ay naglalaman ng mga eksplisitong eksena at lubos na mature na nilalaman! “Tatawagan ka na ng mommy mo sa ilang segundo. Mag-focus ka sa,” lumakad ako sa likuran niya, at yumuko para bumulong sa kanyang tainga. “Sa kanya. Tandaan mo,” hinalikan ko ang kanyang earlobe. “Sagutin mo nang malinaw ang lahat ng tanong niya.” Pagkatapos ng mga salitang iyon, dahan-dahan kong itinulak ang kanyang likuran hanggang sa dumapo ang kanyang tiyan sa ibabaw ng aking mesa. Itinaas ko ang kanyang robe para ma-expose ang kanyang perpektong curved na pwet, pagkatapos ay hinalikan ko ang bawat pisngi nito bago magsalita ang boses ng kanyang ina. Ngumisi ako sa unang pagbati, pagkat

As Don Julian Vitale's woman, I've accompanied him every step of the way, from the streets all the way to the peak. It all starts because I don't like the way Julian's god-sister, Milena Santoro, uses so much force in dressing my wounds that I've dismissed her in favor of other people. The next day, my explicit photos are plastered all over the underground casino's chips. I clutch my abdomen, which still sports the stab wound I've blocked for Julian. As I search for him, I end up overhearing his subordinates' lewd laughter outside a private room. "Winona sure is hot, Don Vitale! Now that her body's printed all over the chips, our luck has tremendously increased as well!" "That's not it

Used, deceived and betrayed by her own sister and husband. Milena is shocked beyond words to find out that every penny her husband took from her was spent on her sister. She is devastated to discover that the husband she loved so dearly had been having an affair with her blood sister. She is determined never to be nobody's fool again. She is set on taking everything from him and get back at her sister. This betrayal might've just made her cold hearted and she wasn't sure she could ever love again.

Andréa Reynold venait de sortir d'un mariage difficile quand sa mère la pousse à rencontrer de nouveaux prétendants. Christian Schneider n'arrêtait pas de repousser la date de son mariage, jusqu'à ce que sa mère soit sur le point de mourir. Elle avait déjà une fille en tête pour son fils : Milena Reynold. Mais le destin a voulu que ce soit Andréa qui le rencontre.

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

"Mahal ko siya, pero hindi pa ako handa" "My instinct was wrong about him and my best friend, now that I can say I'm ready..." "Doon palang naging huli na ang lahat" ---Athena Delight Teneza "I like you... No- that's not the right word..." "I love you..." "Turns out, you love someone else..." "I want to forget you, and look for someone who will love me back... Until I realized, I'm not loving her back... Ikaw parin talaga kahit ituon ko Ang pansin ko sa iba" --- Justin Meyer Cruz Minahal nila ang isa't isa sa hindi naaayon na panahon, dahil sa mapaglarong tadhana... Nauwi sa 'huli na ang lahat' ang 'handa na ako'. Ngunit paano kung sa pagdating ng panahon na m

An accident occurred during my graduation trip, causing me to get my left leg amputated. Surprisingly enough, Britney Lambert, the campus belle whom I had a crush on, proposed to me afterward. We were married for the next 30 years. Throughout our marriage, we respected and concerned each other properly. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 love letters that I had written were thrown into the trash pile. Meanwhile, Britney kept the love letters another person had sent her in a safe. Obviously, she treated those letters like her most cherished treasure. When my illness took a turn for the worse, I could only lie on my sickbed with one foot in my grave. Britney arrived at my ward

While cleaning Desmond Maynard's house, I accidentally knocked over his mother's keepsake. He once told me it was his most precious possession. But when I picked it up, hundreds of love letters spilled out. There were beautiful poems, passionate lyrics, and heartfelt confessions. He had written one letter a week without stopping. On the back of each one wrote a line: To My Love, Bunny. The nickname rang a bell. It was his junior in college. Things started to make sense. I slaved away for 13 years, running his household and caring for his family, but Desmond never even said he liked me. That was because he already had someone he liked. I sorted the letters by date, put them back, and