Love

Aria's in love with Mikee, a married man and ten years her Junior. But what is this kind of feeling she felft for Morgan, Mikee's brother?

Sara better known as princess to her friends, is a Professional contractor for the Army. She realized with the help of some friends she was ready to find love, in the mean time she was an unwilling part in a plot to kill her friends and herself. An op in the past turned somewhat bad through no fault of theirs. Sara finds out that some people can hold a long grudge and one that can go across countries. AS piece by piece things show themselves she has also found a person to trust, she hopes. A member of the team she didn't know liked her. He found her online profile and offers a game to learn about each other. When he is the one who can protect her she learns how to trust him with everything including her heart.

Alaric and I had been mates for five years, and I had believed with all my heart that I would become the first female Gamma of the pack by proving myself in the warrior’s trial. I had trained relentlessly, sharpening my claws and honing my instincts, ready to fight for my rightful place. But fate had other plans. Three days before the trial, I was ambushed by rogues. They didn't just attack me—they hunted me like prey. They tormented me with the silver knife so that my wolf was dead. The scent of death clung to me, my wolf howling in agony, desperately trying to heal, but the wounds ran too deep. As I lay barely conscious on the blood-stained sheets, I heard my husband's cold, indifferent voice. "Is she dead?" The witch doctor hesitated before answering, "No, but—" "It doesn’t matter," Alaric interrupted, Coat her wounds with wolfsbane and silver—make sure it seeps into her blood, burns through her veins, and poisons her wolf beyond repair. I want her body to reject her own nature, so she will never heal. There will only be one Gamma in this pack, and that's Serina." In that moment, the truth became clear—I had never truly stood a chance in the warrior’s trial I had dreamed of. The battle had been decided long before I ever stepped into the arena.

Samantha has it all, a flourishing career, wealth and everything she wants and desires. She had been hurt in the past multiple times by men she loved. Samantha decided to not fall in love ever again, but having all the wealth she desired was not enough, she knows something is missing, but choose to ignore it. She has been single for too long and is now ready to give love a chance. She falls in love with her new next door neighbour, but there is one problem, she had a one night stand with him in the past and worst of all, she doesn't remember! Now she has an ex boyfriend who wants her back and won't take No for an answer, and a new man vying for her attention. Will Samantha let her self be loved by this new man? Will the memories of their one night stand, destroy her chances at happiness and make her give up on love again? Read on to find out what happens!

"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight years ago. He appeared to be formidable and cruel. His blue eyes nearly looked dark due to rage. As I gripped the serving tray, I retreated my steps, my cheeks burning from humiliation. Everyone was watching us with keen interest. There was a time when Scott Martinez used to work for me, and now I am working for him. I was fully aware of his intentions. I knew why he was there and what he wanted from me. This time he would never let me go after all I was the one who had destroyed his small world. I murdered his brother.

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"I will never forgive them. I will never! I live only for this. Every breath I've taken since then is all for today. I don't care if you kneel to kiss my feet. Take it easy, I will not forget your kindness. Therefore, please accept my deepest gratitude, which you will never forget to death. And just so you know… even God can't save you from me." "Te!" Thea turned around. Everything is done up to here. "Thea?" BANG! BANG! ---------- What do people say about first love? 1. First love never dies. 2. I shouldn't be in love. 3. It's a wonderful memory. Up until now, Thea didn't know who she could call her first love. Was it this person who was at her feet, or someone behind her, who was looking at her in disbelief? **The story is divided into two separate times for the first half. Hopefully, it doesn't confuse you all**

When issabella is recruited by the American government for and undercover mission to stop a string of high profile kidnappings. She thought it would be a regular mission, but nothing about this mission is ordinary and add an old flame into the mix and her life just got ten times harder.

Naomi Wells was back but she wasn't the girl Derick knew. She was more beautiful, ruthless and won't fall easily for handsome rich guys. In summary, she won't fall for Derick Boone anymore. Derick lost his wife to a misunderstanding. He would do anything to have her back in his life. He would make sure his family his complete again.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.