Like We Used To Lirik

My marriage to Dante Moretti, the heir to the Moretti family, was arranged when we were kids. But after my father died, he publicly refused to marry me. Three times. Each time, he used his dead mother as an excuse, and I couldn't argue. The third time, I walked in on him with some starlet on the anniversary of his mother’s death, and I overheard him sneer: “A boring woman like Isabella? Who the hell would want her?” “So desperate to marry me. It’s pathetic.” I looked down at my white wedding dress, turned on my heel, and knocked on his father's door. Later, on the day I moved into the Moretti estate, I ran into Dante. He thought I was there to force his hand and ran his mouth. But he had no idea I was already his new stepmother.

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."

For our college graduation trip, I spent a whole week glued to various travel apps, finally snagging a half-price couples' train package. I was just about to share the good news with my boyfriend and call it a night when his message came through. "Anna's going through a breakup. She needs to get away and clear her head. We're gonna use those tickets." "See if you can grab yourself another single ticket. It's not that much anyway - like five or six hundred bucks." For a moment, I was speechless. Before he received the scholarship my dad’s pack had specifically established for him, five or six hundred dollars used to be his entire monthly allowance. After a moment of silence, I picked up my phone: “Dad, prepare a private jet for me. I want to take a trip alone before graduation.”

My name is Kayla. You don’t know me, but you will. My parents are Isiah and Ava Black, and my father is the son of Mercury Black. He was the king of the mafia until he passed the title to my father, so now my dad goes on the collections just like my grandpa used to do, and sometimes I even go with him. Spike still comes on jobs, and so does my great grandfather, Hawk. Everything was going great. Everything was going brilliantly, just a little rogue problem every now and then, but that's about it, and it wasn't anything we couldn't handle. Dad sometimes comes back bloody from the collections, but I know that's normal since we are the mafia and werewolves. Then, one day, everything changed when Dad got a letter from some guy calling himself the lycan king. I thought that because my grandfather, Mercury, was a lycan and a werewolf and king of the mafia, he would naturally be the king of the lycans too, so we'd never heard of this so-called lycan king. However, he sure had heard about us and was asking for our help. If he is the king, how come he needs our help? I don’t trust this guy. Something is weird about him, and I don't like how I am drawn to him or how weird he makes me feel. I turn twenty in the human world in a few days, and that's when I'm meant to shift and find my mate too, so what's going to happen once I do? Everything is going to go crazy and turn to shit. Can I fight this until I figure out who he really is? Is he really the lycan king? Let's find out.

It was not until after I married Bennett that I found out he had a clingy little childhood friend who loved to play the victim. On the very first day of our marriage, at dinner, I simply asked Bennett to pass me a bite of food. She immediately exploded. "Holly, you're disgusting! Bennett already used those utensils, and you seriously asked him to serve you food? What, don't you have hands?" I froze, completely blindsided. Before I could even react, Bennett put down his spoon and went straight to her, wrapping her in his arms like she was the one who had been wronged. Then he turned to me and said I should just get my own food from now on. However, honestly, wasn't it normal for a husband to serve his wife a bite? What was so outrageous about that? I barely got a word out before Bennett shut me down in a low, firm voice. "That's final. If Rosie doesn't like it, then we're not doing it. End of discussion."

I glared at him, my voice steady and cold. "Yes, I slept with your father. And guess what? We're married now, which makes me your stepmother. So get used to calling me mom." ””” After catching her boyfriend, Ethan, in bed with her best friend, Sophia is heartbroken and desperate to escape. A spontaneous trip to the Maldives with her sister seems like the perfect distraction. But when she runs into Nathaniel James, a successful billionaire she shared an unforgettable connection with, their chemistry is undeniable. One wild night leads to an impulsive wedding, but what seemed like a fresh start quickly turns complicated. Sophia discovers that Nathaniel is Ethan’s estranged father, and the past she’s been running from is suddenly inescapably tied to her present. To make matters worse, Sophia’s hidden daughter, Lily, unknowingly to her, is Nathaniel's child, the same man who rejected both of them years ago. As the truth comes out, secrets, lies, and betrayal threaten to tear everything apart. Can their love survive the truth, or will the past destroy everything they’ve built?

She spent two years devoting herself to him and loving him like crazy. Suddenly, one day he gave her a cheque and told her to leave. Tessa felt a heartbreak like no other when she realised she was just a substitute for Aaron Wentworth’s crush. Once his crush returned, he didn’t hesitate to cast her aside like trash. Tessa left but returned five years later as a better version of herself. Not only that, but she had three little cuties following her around, calling her mommy. … “Tessa, you’ve changed,” Aaron said, noticing how she carried herself with an air of confidence but Tessa scoffed. “Don’t worry, Mr Wentworth. I didn’t change for you.” … Aaron Wentworth was shocked as he looked at the three adorable cute faces looking up at him. When he found out Tessa had returned to the City, he used his resources to find her. But he found her three children instead. “Little ones, where’s your daddy?” he asked, wondering if Tessa had gotten married while she was away. “We don’t have a daddy, Mr handsome. Can you be our daddy?”

Sometimes we feel like its actually love but we maybe confused not its not may be its an attraction i guess

I am an Omega. One day, Alpha Carl Blanchard found me in the Borderlands and took me in. After we formed the mate bond, he spoiled me senseless, never once caring who was watching. Now, everyone was whispering about the cold, ruthless Alpha who treats me—an Omega who used to be a Rogue—like I'm something sacred. They said it defied everything the Moon Goddess ever intended. I used to think he loved me down to the bone, that he just couldn't help showing the whole world how crazy he was about me. But then, I overhear him talking to his close friend. "I'm the Alpha of the Eastlands. I rule ten packs. If I don't paint Daisy as my weakness and my one obsession, how else am I supposed to keep Fiona off my enemies' radar? Turns out every wound I took for him was a damn joke. If that's how it is, I'm done playing Luna of the Eastlands. On my last day there, I made one call. "I'm in. I'll head to the Borderlands and spend the next ten years in closed research on medicinal herbs." When Carl found me gone, he came after me with bloodshot eyes and his pride in ruins. "Daisy… are you really leaving me?"

Do I need to cut off someone’s limbs, little flame?” he growled into my ear. I tilted my head instinctively “He’s nothing you need to worry about,” I whispered. “I’m not worried, baby. I’m annoyed.” His growled. But I barely processed his words. “You called me baby,” I said, stunned. “And?” “I didn’t think wolves used such... terms of endearment.” He chuckled darkly. “We use whatever we want, ‘baby.’ Those words aren’t reserved for other species.” He kissed the side of my neck, slow and possessive. My lips parted in shock and hunger. Hunger for him. For more of his words that seemed to touch not just my heart, but the deepest, most vulnerable parts of me. “You’re in an awfully good mood,” I whispered, biting my lip to stop a moan. “I deserve it. I’ve been in a terrible mood since I left you in that hallway three nights ago. I can’t wait to be done with this damn party so I can kiss you properly.” His voice was thick with want. I felt weightless and boneless. Every nerve in my body tuned to him. He was too much. “Are you finally free?” I asked, my voice shaky from how turned on I was. “I’m not, little flame,” he said, biting my ear and licking the same spot after. “But for tonight? You have me all to yourself.” “Sounds exciting,” I breathed. “It is. Are you wet yet?” he whispered, voice like molten sin. “I am. Very.” “Good,” he murmured. “Stay like that all night. It will get worse but you’ll think of me while we mingle. And then, when this party is over, when you can’t take the ache anymore, I’ll let you come.”