Maybe Later

Five years ago, Aria Griffin Beaumont was used, betrayed, and discarded by the people she called family. Now she’s forced to marry the coldest man alive. The problem? He’s more dangerous than her enemies… and maybe the only one who can protect her. Then there’s Liam. Her golden stepbrother. Reckless, off-limits, and obsessed. Nothing enrages him more than the ring on her finger. What Liam wants, Liam gets. But Aston Beaumont isn’t giving her up. Handsome. Untouchable. Maybe just a little too obsessed with his wife and her son. Two men. One her husband. One her forbidden sin. Both caught in the web of a family that feeds on lies, power, and betrayal. Aria is done being their pawn. With her fashion empire, she’ll fight her way to be queen. But in a world where love feels like obsession, and loyalty tastes like ruin, one question remains: Is the real danger in her husband’s bed… or in her stepbrother’s eyes?

Love! Is this word beautiful or deceitful? I am tired of hearing him say that soulless I love you and get back to his mistress, side-chick, or whatever. it is not like we are in a relationship or we are a couple. The relationship we are in is more than something which shouldn't be named. I just want to be loved by him, physically and emotionally. I should be the one he is seeking whenever he feels horny, is it wrong to feel like this? But not for only tending to his wounds or being a shoulder to cry on. maybe it's wrong to feel something for the man who never describes you as more than a friend but always looks at you like he wants to do things with you that friends shouldn't. What is so good about her is that he always ends up in her bed, maybe I never will know, and by asking I don't want to ruin whatever we have. but it's time to move on from Ezra Irwin and do something good for my life too. come and follow Fay Moore and Ezra Irwin in their Life's Drama and know what will happen.

Just because my sister, Yvonne Lindell, claims I swapped Grandma's medicine with sugar pellets and caused her death, Mom locks me inside the cremator. I kneel and beg, but Mom spits at me in disgust. "You wretched girl, stay still! You killed your grandma by secretly switching her medicine. Now go repent to her properly!" Dad hesitates, unable to bear it. "Maybe we should let her out. What if—" "What are you afraid of? Don't forget that she killed your mother! If we don't teach her a lesson this time, who knows who she'll kill next!" The voices outside the door gradually fade, and my heart sinks to the bottom. The flames slowly begin to lick at my body. In despair, I clutch Grandma's cold hand beside me. "Grandma, I'm sorry. I should've taken better care of your medicine. But I swear, I didn't replace it with sugar pellets. Maybe only in death, can I truly atone for this sin…"

He bit his lip for a while. "Just because we kissed doesn't mean that I like you." I chuckled. "I know." "I still hate you." "I heard you the first couple of times." He hesitated. "And if we kiss again, I still don't like you." ~ Henry Young is an antisocial highschool student. Due to the death of his older brother, Nate, his fear of abandonment made him distance himself from others. He stayed low, only talked when necessary and never joined many social circles. One day, a young man moves in with his family and despite Henry's anger, he can't seem to take his eyes off him. Because of Andre's outgoing nature, Henry is convinced that they're complete opposites and will never come to good terms with each other. But each moment they spend around each other keeps proving him wrong and maybe, just maybe, he doesn't see Andre as a brother figure.

It's just a simple love story of two persons. A memories, But Lucas is the only one who can remember it because they're too young at that time, a time when he helped the little girl when he's just a 5 years old kid and the girl named anianette is just 3 years old. Even if it's just a short time he feel something...a strange feeling. "Nako nako! nakatuwa kayong tingnan nito si Ania nako talaga pag nagkita pa ulit tayo ipapakasal ko sa iyo itong si Lucas ko". Will he stick to what his mother said even if he knows it's just a joke or will he choose to believe it because this is what he wants to happen,maybe it's just a puppy love yes...this is just a puppy love. "Thankyou Lucas". And the moment when anianette kissed his cheeks. "Goodbyee Lucas" Maybe destiny will find a way for them to see each other again if it's possible. He knows that it's not the end for them. Because it's just a start.

Hate You Until I Don’t Ave Carter swore she’d never speak to Blake Monroe again—not after he humiliated her and destroyed their friendship. But when they’re forced to partner for a school competition, old sparks ignite beneath the bitterness. Enemies, ex-best friends… and maybe something more. In a school full of whispers and second chances, can hate turn into something worth risking again?

The young, handsome, and famous CEO is interested in having a mistress to fulfill his biological desires. One month of relationship becomes a long period of time because the man doesn't want to let go of his mistress. The man was already addicted to the body of his mistress. Maybe because of love or obsession, nothing is certain. Despite the fact that the mistress had a daughter, the man still wouldn't let her go.

Prince Arthur is just a child, but he seems to be the only one capable of stopping a cruel dictator from taking over his lands. Alamex maybe only five years old, but this little genius is so obsessed with his peace that he'll do anything to achieve his goals. This story is a translation, the chapters already published can always be changed further. Correction and feedback will always be appreciated.

[Aviation Series #1] After years of despair and continuously witnessing her fiance cheating, Alexandria Aviana Alcantara finally decided to call off the engagement with Damien. On that night, she also made an impulsive decision and slept with another man. A man that made her reminisce the past that she kept on denying. A man that made her realize that maybe, her ex-fiance was cheating physically, but she was cheating emotionally.

I came here on a scholarship. No parents. No safety net. Just brains, bruises, and a shot at a better life. Now they want me on the hockey team? I’ve never even touched a stick. And if I say no—I lose everything. The only thing colder than the rink is how they look at me. The rich girls with their designer skates and perfect smiles. The coach who’d rather pretend I don’t exist. And him—Jaxon Reid, the team’s golden boy, who skates like sin and speaks with his eyes more than his mouth. He thinks I’m a joke. They all do. But I’ve fought for every inch of my life, and I’m not about to back down now. Not when college is the only thing standing between me and going back to nothing. So I’ll lace up. I’ll fall, I’ll bruise, I’ll bleed if I have to. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll learn how to play their game better than they do. Because survival isn’t about being the best. It’s about refusing to lose.