Love Story About Love

All I ever wanted was to be a female fighter.It was in my blood to smack people around.Some girls wore pink dresses and makeup, I wore sneakers and bruises.I was a loner, stuck to myself because I was different, until Camden Steel moved next door.I punched him in the mouth, and he saw me through rose colored glasses from that day on.I had everything I ever wanted.The boy next door, inspiring career… until I didn’t.He hates me. I deserve that.They say you have to fight for what you want… What they don’t tell you… is it’ll cost you more than you're willing to give to reach the top.Love Tap is created by M.N. Forgy, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

My father organized a husband for me. He needed me to get married to him for his benefit but never thought about mine. Where I come from our fathers told you who you should marry. Women are nothing but pawns for them to toy around with. I was prepared for a ruthless husband like my father was, but I was surprised when I met Dex. He is patient and honest. His father and his brother want him to be as ruthless as them. My father wants control and money. Dex has the power to end them all if he gets help from his biggest enemy who was once a friend.

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll marry you if you promise to help my husband" " Help him pay off his loans so he can live a good life" Those were my words, as I divorced my one true love, I broke his heart , I stood before him, spunning lies, of how I couldn't stay, that my heart belonged to another, and he was nothing to me. He wouldn't let me go, if I didn't take it on me to hurt him with those words. I did it all for him. I married someone else but for his sake. It was a deal, a contract, and I had to give in just for his sake. Years later, he returns, Now the town's most successful billonaire, he isn't the same man I know, he desires revenge and he's back as my new neighbor. Doing everything to get my attention. He wants to break me, he wants to hurt me. If only he knew the real reason why I left. If he knew about the contract, the secrets, the deal. He doesn't care about my marriage status. He's desperate, as his eyes searches mine, his hands holding me in place possessively. "Why did you leave me?

Love is a complex being. Something that not all of the human race can fully grasp. Alyssa Aveya, a girl controlled by her sister. Made into something she never wanted to be just to let her voice be heard. Her home life isn't the best either, with her mother and father always yelling and screaming at one another and her mom being a user isn't helping the situation either. Come along on this journey of self worth and destruction. ︎︎︎ Sneak peek: "You said you loved me enough to see past the flaws!" She yells at him. His eyes bore burning holes into her tender skin. In a split moment she finds herself pinned to the wall, lips moving in sync with his. Pushing him away she says "You can't always do this when we need to talk." "But you love me doing this." He says touching me in places where polite society would think outrageous. Making my brain go hazy, making me succumb to his will.

Have you ever imagined what it is like to live in a rich and respected family? when you have to uphold the crown that was attached to your identity from birth. How you need to try hard and live by the standards that others have set for you. you are demanded to be perfect, failing which you will be left out without thinking twice. No matter how hard the options life gives, These are the options one has. The story takes you into an emotional journey of how difficult it is to choose and more so to live by your own choices and decision

They say such love is unacceptable, They call it stained, They tell us how to live our lives, Our feelings, decisions, and love they Forbade. Meet Mayra, an 18-year-old girl who knows nothing but torture in her life. She doesn't know who her family was and what she did to be abandoned. The only thing she knows is her life is destined to be in a filthy prostitute house. But is it? Meet Ved, the billionaire who seems to be the most eligible bachelor of the city but carries a lot of weight from his past. Not everything that is broken can be seen... What will happen when they meet? Will they accept this forbidden love? Let's find out...

For his father's once courageous act of righteousness, the orphan daughter Zhang Liuliu lived in a single garden that has been handed down for hundreds of years. A fake is a fake. No matter how much you pretend, you are not a real daughter, just an orphan girl. Zhang Liuliu, 17, did not understand this truth. I want to stay here and become a real lady. Finally, I got a result of being sent away. Four years later, Zhang Liuliu, 22, returned with a guilty heart. Recognize yourself, return to the ordinary, just want to return to their original position, and live a good life. But, Brother Shan, how did your eyes change?

After my wife tortured me for the 98th time for Hudson Langdon, I gave up all hope and accepted her bestie, Mona Sachman, as my girlfriend. After a night of passion with Mona, she promised to help fake my death and we would get married overseas using a new identity. However, I woke up earlier than expected inside the coffin after taking the suspended animation drug Mona gave me. I was unable to move, but I could hear Mona talking to someone outside the coffin. "Miss Sachman, you've gained Sean Langdon's trust by instigating Sheila Edwards to torture him and pretending to save him after that. Why do you need to arrange for him to fake his death and bury him?" "That's the only way for the Langdons to believe that he had truly died, and for Hudson to secure his position as their heir. No one would ever mention that he is an illegitimate son after that." The other person asked after some slight hesitation, "Isn't it a little too long to wait seven days to dig him out of the coffin after you and Hudson Langdon get married?" "The drug is effective for five days. I've already gotten someone to put food, water, and an oxygen canister into the coffin for him. He won't die so easily."

Aurora Rossi never expected her quiet life to change overnight. When her mother, Elizabeth, announces she is marrying Marcelo Falconeri, one of the richest and most feared men in the city, Aurora steps into a world she never asked for. The Falconeri name is built on money, crime, and fear. People say their fortune is dirty, their power untouchable. Aurora tries to stay calm, but the whispers follow her everywhere. She has heard of Marcelo’s son, Ricardo. The heir. Ruthless. Always away, always hidden behind work. She never saw him, only stories about how cold he is. Until the wedding day. One look is enough. Ricardo is older, dangerous, and nothing like she imagined. His eyes find hers across the room, and Aurora feels it in her chest. He is her step brother. He is temptation. And now she is trapped in his world.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.