Long Gone Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Despite my parents' objections, I stay by Julian Grant's side for ten years. He goes from having nothing to building his own empire. The moment it's time to fulfill our ten-year promise, I proudly tell my parents I'm going to marry him. But then, he gives the vice president position meant for me to another woman. I confront him only to overhear a woman's hesitant voice behind the door. "Mr. Grant... you gave me the VP role, but what about Ms. Jones? Aren't you two getting married?" Julian's tone is cold and sharp, though his face is calm and unaffected. "Noelle's been with me for ten years. Who else would even want her? Relax—she won't dare make a scene." The words hit me like a slap to the face. Without another word, I turn and make a call to my arranged marriage contact. "Are you free?" I ask. "Let's get married."

The day Henry decided to marry my best friend, I turned into a joke in everyone’s eyes. He lifted my chin and stared into my eyes bewitchingly. “If you admit your fault, I can overlook your mistakes and start over again with you.” I obeyed and uttered the words, “I was wrong.” And yet, with mocking eyes, he sneered, “I can’t believe you’re this cheap, Julia.”

On the third day after my death, Eliza Sutton received the call to claim my body. She was resting in another man's arms. She said nonchalantly, "He's dead, huh? Just cremate it and call me afterward." My body was fed to the flames and reduced to ashes. When the staff were done, they contacted Eliza again. Irritation flashed in her eyes as she snapped, "I heard you. I'm on my way."

Alanna Jacinto has been Hades Florentine's secret lover for three years. Despite that, she hasn't won his heart or love. But when she's finally decided to give up, he comes chasing after her.Alanna says coldly, "Too little, too late, Mr. Florentine. Your love is cheaper than dirt."Hades holds her tightly. "Yes, my love is cheaper than dirt, and I am too. Don't go, Ally. I'm begging you."

Lerisa Jonah, a 24 year old woman was in love with her best friend, Anthony Gregson. She watched him get cheated upon, but for how long would she continue to keep silent and watch him suffer. Finally, Anthony told her that she was like a sister to him, but when she accepted to move on, he changed. Will Lerisa give Anthony a second chance? find out.

"What do you mean he's your 3rd fated mate? Answer me Arabella!" Ryker screamed in my face as he stared me down waiting for an answer. Looking at his red face and clenched fists I'm not sure if he is going to kill me or my mates. My brother is ridiculously over protective. The only reason he is even here is to watch over me. He know's our father is going to be livid if anything happens to me. I thought finally getting accepted to moonlight academy would give me the freedom I desperately needed. It turns out, I'm not as prepared as I thought I was. My power's keep getting stronger, and mate's keep popping up out of nowhere. The lines between right and wrong are blurring, but I'm determined to prove I can do this on my own. I'm not sure if this mark the moon goddess gave to me is a blessing or a curse, but Im strong enough to figure it out on my own.

He was off limits, but I couldn't help but want him. His touch ignited my skin, and his long intense stares set my heart ablaze. He knew me so well, and it made me hope that maybe what we had wasn't just lust and attraction… But he never said the words I wanted to hear. Was I always going to be his angel in secret, or was he going to show the world that I was his? Regardless, I knew I was always going to find myself desiring my best friend's dad.

Transmigrating into a tragic novel was bad enough. Waking up as the "disposable contract wife" of Lucian Gael Santori a cold-blooded CEO with a dangerous streak was a death sentence. In the original story, Gwen Dollyn Vergara meets a gruesome end at the hands of her husband's madness. But Gwen isn't planning on dying twice. Armed with knowledge of the future, she realizes that the only way to survive the "Alpha" is to become his "Master." While rivals like Damian Lillard plot his downfall and her scheming sister Kayla tries to trigger his darkest instincts, Gwen does the unthinkable she stays. She doesn't just avoid his triggers she rewrites them. Now, the man the world fears is the man who kneels at her feet. Lucian is still a monster to his enemies, but to Gwen, he's a loyal protector who has traded his "golden cage" for a leash. "The world calls you a devil, Lucian. But to me? You're just a dog who needs a better hand to lead him."

Ethan Cole built an empire on two things,a ruthless precision and zero tolerance for failure. In four years as CEO of Cole Tech Enterprises, he's gone through nineteen assistants. Some lasted weeks. Most didn't survive the first. Then came Lily. No Ivy League degree. No polished resume. Just hotel management experience, nervous hands, and a habit of knocking things over at the worst possible moments. She was every reason he should've said no. He hired her anyway. And then she did something none of the others ever did She stayed. Not because she was perfect. But because every time he pushed, she pushed back harder. Every time he expected her to break, she showed up the next morning like the argument never happened. He told himself it was impressive in a clinical sense. Useful, even. He told himself he was keeping her around because firing her would be inconvenient. He told himself a lot of things. But Ethan Cole didn't build a billiondollar company by lying to himself and lately, every time Lily walks into a room, the lies are getting harder to hold. She isn't what he planned for. She isn't what he'd ever allow. And she's becoming the one thing he can't control. Now all he wants... is her

Gina and I were just ordinary werewolves in the Silver Claw Pack. Our incomes were modest, but we married well. Her mate was the captain of the Silver Claw Pack patrol unit. Mine, the fire squad leader. They grew up together—childhood friends—and were the youngest golden duo in the Werewolf Alliance. On the day we married, our mates each bought us a luxury high-rise apartment on the top floor of the central castle, side by side, with the promise of sharing life and death together. That is, until that fateful night. Rogues broke into the central zone. Chaos reached even the upper levels of our building. The tower caught fire. Amidst the thick smoke, I sent a desperate mind-link to my mate. He blocked it. Turns out, both our mates were busy shielding their shared first love, Lifu. They ignored our calls for help. Gina dragged me as we ran. She was six months pregnant; her pup was already kicking from the panic. Her mate never showed up either. We made it to the stairwell, where we were trapped for five hours. Toxic fumes filled our lungs. I went into labor too early. My pup didn't make it. Gina bled for three days in the hospital. Her pup was gone too. Meanwhile, our mates were digging through the wreckage—twenty-four hours straight—searching for Lifu's lost dog. That was it. Right then and there, Gina and I looked at each other and knew. We were done.