Lirik Ghar More Pardesiya Novels & Stories

" Kapag nasa kakahuyan ka na, tumakbo ka lang. Huwag kang hihinto at higit sa lahat huwag kang lilingon." Ang nagbabadyang luha ni Estella ay tuluyan ng kumawala na sa kanyang mga mata nang bitawan ni Lucas ang mga salitang iyon. Pakiramdam niya mapupunit ang kanyang puso habang naiisip niyang hindi na niya ito makikita pa kailanman. Ito na ang huli at wala siyang magagawa. Hinaplos niya ang maamo nitong mukha. Kitang-kita niya ang lungkot at pait sa abuhin nitong mga mata.  " Ngunit paano ka?Natatakot ako sa gagawin nila sayo kapag nalaman nilang tinulungan mo akong makatakas. Ayokong mawala ka sakin, Lucas. Ayakong-" Hindi niya natapos ang sasabihin ng siniil siya ng binata ng matamis na halik. Ninamnam niya ang nitong labi. Tahimik niyang naipanalangin na hindi na matapos ang halik na iyon kahit na alam niyang impossible. " Mahal kita," anito at dinala kanyang mga kamay sa matipunong dibdib nito. Ramdam niya sa kaniyang palad ang ritmo ng pagtibok ng puso ng binata. "Makakalimutan ka man ng aking isip pero patuloy na titibok ang puso ko para sayo." " A-anong ibig mong sabihin?." Natigilan ang dalawa ng may marinig silang mga yabag mula sa di kalayuan. Umaalingawngaw di ang kanilang mga boses.   " Malapit na sila. Tumakbo ka na at iwan mo na ako dito. " " P-pero..." pagsusumamo ni Estella sa binata. " Lilituhin ko sila upang mabigyan ka ng oras na makatakas dito. Diretsuhin mo lang ang kakahuyan at igigiya ka nito sa pangpang kung nasaan naghihintay ang isang bangka. Gamitin mo iyon upang makatawid sa kabilang isla." Niyakap niya ang binata ng mahigpit  bago tuluyang tumakbo papunta sa madilim na kakahuyan. Tanging ang liwanag ng buwan ang nagpapaninag sa kanyang dinaraanan. Hindi siya tumigil kahit na narinig niya ang napagsigaw ni Lucas sa di kalayuan. 

Tout le sud de l'Italie savait que Lorenzo Moretti m'aimait comme un fou. Et pourtant, il entretenait à Naples une maîtresse bien plus jeune. On disait qu’elle ressemblait trait pour trait à la jeune femme que j’avais été. Il racontait aux gens qu’elle n’était qu’un reflet de la femme qu’il avait le plus aimée. Il avait aussi donné des ordres stricts pour que personne ne me parle d'elle. Jusqu'au jour où j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte. Je suis allée à son bureau pour lui annoncer la nouvelle moi-même, mais je me suis arrêtée devant la porte en entendant la voix d'une jeune femme à l'intérieur. « Lorenzo… je suis seulement là parce que je lui ressemble ? » La porte était légèrement entrouverte. À travers l'ouverture, j'ai aperçu une jeune femme qui me ressemblait beaucoup trop, enveloppée dans sa veste et tenant son verre entre les mains. Je suis restée figée, respirant à peine. Puis je l'ai entendu répondre. « Ne te compare pas à elle. » « Elle ne t'arrive pas à la cheville. » Je me suis retournée et je suis partie sans faire le moindre bruit. Cette nuit-là, j'ai appelé ma mère. « Maman, j'ai pris ma décision. » Elle est restée silencieuse un moment. « Je veux un incendie, » ai-je dit. « Quelque chose auquel personne ne survit. Quand tout sera terminé, Sofia Moretti devra être morte aux yeux du monde. »

Five years into my marriage to Dante Moretti, the Don of the Chicago Outfit, the entire underworld knew he loved me more than life itself. He’d had a violin—for me—tattooed right next to his family crest, a symbol of loyalty that could never be erased. Until I got the photo from his mistress. A cocktail waitress, sprawled naked in his arms, her skin marred by the dark bruises of rough sex. She had scrawled her name right next to the violin he’d gotten for me. And my husband had let her. "Dante says only being inside me makes him feel like a man anymore. You can’t even get him hard anymore, can you, sweet Alessia? Maybe it’s time to step aside." I didn't reply. I just made a single call. “I need a new identity. And a plane ticket out.”

Ellie was never the first choice. On the day of her wedding, she was replaced by her stepsister for not losing enough weight, her name becoming the city's favorite scandal overnight. The humiliation didn't end here. To fix the disgrace, her father married her off to a dying man with a checkered past. However, the man waiting for Ellie in the White mansion wasn't weak or old. Zack was dangerous, infuriatingly handsome, and impossible to read. He called himself her stepson, but the way he looked at her? Felt nothing like family! As Ellie began to uncover truths about her ex's betrayal and her family's lies, she realized one thing. Her new life wasn't a punishment. This was a beginning of something far more dangerous...

On my fifth birthday, my parents showed up at my birthday party later than usual. They brought with them a skinny little girl who couldn't seem to speak at all. I rushed over, hoping to hug Mom, only to get knocked down by her. That was how I fell into the ten-foot cake that my parents had specifically picked out for me. Buttercream filled my nose and mouth, suffocating me to no end. When I managed to climb out of the mess, I burst out in tears and asked Dad to cuddle me. But Dad retracted his hands while looking conflicted. "Don't blame your mom, Willow. From now on, you must take good care of Maple, your little sister. As long as Maple is happy, your mom will be happy." Later on, the mean kids in the neighborhood shove Maple Thompson, my new little sister, into a pile of sand. I rush over to protect her immediately. Once we get home, I mimic my parents by drawing a bath so that I can clean Maple up. That's when Mom suddenly barge into the bathroom and slap me heavily across the face. "You've already enjoyed our love for the past five years! Why are you still greedy for more? I can't believe you're trying to drown Maple right now!" Mom's eyes have gone bloodshot. She drags me by the hair and stuffs me into the washing machine. "Only a washing machine is capable of cleanse that filth out of your soul! You can only scramble out of the washing machine and apologize to Maple once you've decided to quit bullying your sister!" In the living room, Dad lowers his voice. "Keep your voice down when you're chewing Willow out. Maple is about to fall asleep. Don't go around waking her up now." Mom doesn't want to look at me anymore. Instead, she slams the lid onto the washing machine forcefully. I can't get out of the machine. What she doesn't know is that the washing machine will activate. "The 212-degree-Fahrenheit wash cycle has been activated." Scalding hot water is soon dumped onto my body. It hurts so much that I gradually lose my consciousness. Will Mom love me again once I'm squeaky clean after the wash cycle?

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want. Some called me cursed. Broken. Unstable. But the truth is simpler. I’m blooming again — and they all feel it. They don’t love me. They remember me. They remember what I used to be — what I still am, underneath the silence. One of them burned me with just a kiss. One broke my spine with kindness. One slid her hand under my shirt like it was always hers. One cries when she touches me. One never speaks, but her eyes dig. One wants to keep me. One wants to ruin me. And one just wants to finish what we started. They think I’m choosing. I’m not. My body already did. And now the bloom inside me is turning darker.

My mom is terrified of being laughed at by others the most. Whenever the holidays are here, she will keep repeating one sentence to me—"Don't go around embarrassing me." When my relatives gather around and chat with each other, I accidentally knock a fruit platter over. Mom drags me over and slaps me on the spot. At the holiday feast, I grab extra pieces of steak for myself. Mom responds by kicking my chair over. When it's time for the holiday gifts to be distributed, my aunt, Gabriella Hall, has miscalculated the number of children present among the family. So, she has prepared one less gift for the occasion. Mom doesn't hesitate to kick me out of the apartment, leaving me shivering in the cold corridor in just my indoor clothes. The icy winds chill me to the bone. I keep slamming my palms on the front door while screaming and crying my apologies at Mom, and yet she remains unmoved and silent. Instead, she turns to face Aunt Gabriella with an apologetic smile on her face. "I'm really sorry. I didn't raise my daughter well. It's only fair that you ridicule me." What Mom doesn't know is that I get triggered whenever I hear the word "ridicule" thanks to her so-called parenting lessons. Whenever I hear that word, I want nothing more than to hurt myself uncontrollably. So when I hear the word "ridicule" coming out of Mom's mouth through the front door, I turn on my heel quietly and begin making my way toward the bridge next to the neighborhood that's plunged into darkness. The moment I jump from the bridge, the only thought I have is, "Mom, no one will ridicule you because of me this time."

My father-in-law tossed a credit card across the table and looked down at me, demanding that I divorce his daughter. In my past life, I had refused with everything I had. But this time, I picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without a second thought. Because right then, I remembered what had happened last time. In that life, I found my wife after she had lost her memory. To support her, I worked myself to the bone, delivering 200 food orders a day. But when her memories came back, she realized she was actually the daughter of the wealthy Harretts. She saw our marriage as a stain on her perfect life. To get rid of me, she pretended to have amnesia again. She said, "Since you saved me once, I'll give you some money. But after this, don't ever show up in front of me again." I refused. I stayed by her side, enduring her insults and beatings. But in the end, she ordered our son to set the fire that killed me, just so she could marry her first love. Now that I had been given another chance, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

I died with blood on my hands and betrayal in my heart. My husband didn't love me. My sister didn't respect me. And when I tried to expose them, they let me fall straight into a shattered glass table that ended my life. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice restored and a second chance I didn't ask for. This time, I won't be the silent, obedient girl they walked all over. This time, I'll play their game better than they ever could. And when a billionaire offers me a deal I can't refuse, a fake marriage in exchange for saving his empire, I take it. They think I'm still that broken, voiceless woman. They have no idea what's coming.

Vanessa and Atlas made a mistake. Dahil sa pagkakamali ay may nag bunga ang pag kakamali nila Vanessa at Atlas. walang idea si Atlas kung sino si Vanessa noong una. ang akala noon ni Atlas sa babae ay isa lamang na mangloloko si Vanessa. Dahil marami na din ang biglang nagpapakilala kay Atlas, at sasabihing buntis ito sa anak niya. noong nag pakita si Vanessa ay sinabi nito sa lalaki na buntis ito ay siya ang ama. nagalit noon si Atlas dahil baka niloloko lamang siya ng babae. hanggang sa lumantad si Vanessa sa magulang ni Atlas. dahil sa pag lantad ni Vanessa ay pinagkasundo ang dalawa. sobrang nagalit si Atlas sa babae dahil sa ginagaaa nito. Nag maka-awa si Vanessa na tanggapin siya ng lalaki dahil siguradong itatakwil siya ng magulang niya. ngunit nag matigas ang lalaki na hindi niya ito papakasalan at pananagutan si Vanessa. Dahil sa rejection ay naisip ni Vanessa na gamitin si Tyler. pinaniwala niya si Tyler na siya ang ama ng pinagbubuntis niya. Pinaikot niya ang lalaki.