Memory Of You Ao3

A guy of her dreams takes Divine, so he can help her build her future after her Mother's death. The man she thought was her lot comes with a past that causes the life of their unborn child.

“I’m going to marry Diana.” Dominic’s words struck like lightning. “She’s pregnant with Dominic’s child,” Rowena cut in smoothly. “And I can assure you—it’s a boy.” Audrey Blackwell gave everything to the man she loved—her loyalty, her strength, even her silent sacrifices behind the scenes. And in return, he gave her nothing but betrayal. Fresh out of her final round of chemotherapy, Audrey is cast aside by her husband, Dominic, and humiliated by the family she once called her own. Branded as weak, worthless, and unable to give them a son, she is replaced without hesitation—by his pregnant mistress. But what they don’t know is this: Audrey Blackwell was never the helpless woman they thought she was. Behind the quiet smile lies a powerful secret—a hidden empire, a fortune, and connections that built the very life they now take for granted. And Audrey is done being invisible. As she steps back into the world she once ruled, Audrey begins to reclaim everything that was stolen from her—piece by piece, lie by lie. With allies by her side and nothing left to lose, she sets her plan into motion. Careers will crumble. Secrets will be exposed. And the people who broke her will fall harder than they ever imagined. But revenge comes at a cost. When a man who has quietly loved her all along steps into her life, Audrey must choose between holding onto her pain… or risking her heart one last time. Because this time, she’s not just taking back what’s hers— She’s becoming someone no one will ever dare to destroy again.

Liam, my stepbrother, has been a pain in the rear for three years. We fight every time we talk. Every time we see each other, we remember that moment, which we never talk about. The one in the yard behind where our parents had their wedding dinner. The event that almost made everything bad. Our parents are now going for a trip to celebrate their first anniversary, leaving us all alone in the house. Simple plan: we'll stay on different sides, ignore each other, and act like we're working. But then there's a fire on my side of the house, and all of a sudden I have to share a floor, a hallway, and a wall that is too thin to be safe with him. The worst times are at night. I hear him. I can feel him. And every disagreement ends too close. Every stare stays too long. Every breath turns into heat I can’t escape. We’re supposed to protect our parents’ happiness. We’re supposed to act like good brothers. But how do you pretend you hate someone when all you want is to drag him into your bed? Then the holidays arrive with our whole extended family. We’re forced to play perfect boys while nearly pulling each other apart behind locked doors. And just when I think things can’t get worse, Liam’s cheating ex shows up begging to take him back. The jealousy nearly wrecks me… and reveals everything. But the real disaster hits one night with a broken condom and a hurried hospital visit. Two scary weeks that make us imagine a life we’re not supposed to want. A future that feels too good to lose. The test is negative. But the damage is done. We want each other.

"One wish,” whispered Rica. “A love that will last forever.” Rica jumped out of her bed when she saw a man lying in the bed next to her. She stared at him, fascinated by his handsome face. He had an attractive aquiline nose which complemented his projecting cheekbones and alluring lips. His black glistening hair was coiffed to perfection. She closed her eyes. “This is just a dream,” she told herself pinching her own skin to wake herself up. “This is not a dream and I am your husband.” Her eyes widened as she stared at the manly figure standing in front of her. His perfect amber-colored eyes met hers. She opened her mouth, trying to speak, but no words came out. She was so confused. Yesterday, her boyfriend broke up with her, and now a stranger has appeared claiming they were married to each other. Is he the one she has been waiting for? A love that will last forever?

When Bonita began hoping to take their relationship to the next level, towards marriage, Benjamin was caught red-handed cheating with a graceful and seductive model. Letting go of the man she loved was incredibly difficult for Bonita. The four years they had spent together, after she had closed her heart due to trauma from a previous marriage, were too precious to just let go. Will Benjamin admit to his affair and choose the sexy model? What will become of Benjamin and Bonita's relationship after the affair is exposed?

I’m Vicky Eaton, a bondless Kindred. Meaning, I don’t have a Blood Bond mate--the only human you can drink from according to the Kindred law. I’ve done my best to stick to the rule, until I realized that my new boss just smells too darn delicious for me to resist and fits every criteria to be my mate. However, I have made a vow long ago to stay bondless for eternity.**As he spoke, he licked my ear. My heart began to race again. The aroma of his Blood Perfume mixed with his natural body fragrance, stimulated my every nerve. He kissed my neck. I groaned against his touch as he removed my clothing for the third time in under 12 hours."Whatever you do…” I said breathlessly, “Don’t stop.” My words hit him hard and his moves intensified. Suddenly, he broke apart and turned his neck to me, revealing his glorious skin. I froze. Should I stay true to my past, or do I take a leap of faith and fall into the world of the Blood Bond?

Amber Johnson was once a famous survivalist one day While filming a survival tv show. Her coworker pushed her out of the helicopter. Amber made a deal with a goddess to be reincarnated as the panther clan Wife on her way to Hell. Amber Meet Ondo, He is the Last Descendant of the panther clan. Together they have to survive in a world called Ako. Ako is a cruel and unforgiving place with the panther clan is on the verge of extinction. She is the last hope to preserve their bloodline. Together they will have to Survives, Harsh winters, Unforgiving Forset, and enemy clan. The whole world is against them; they only have one another to lean on. Will they be able to survive?709

Five years after I died, Delia—my wife, a doctor—tried to dump her first love's new mess on me again. She stormed into my old place, waving some fake agreement with my name on it, but all she found was dust. Panicking, she ran downstairs and cornered the shop owner. "William?" he said. "He's been dead five years. Heard the family of that malpractice case found him. Stabbed him up bad." Delia laughed it off, like the guy was making it up. "So what if he got suspended? He's still sulking over that?" She rolled her eyes. "Tell him this—he's got three days. If he doesn't show, I'm cutting off his sister's cancer treatment." She muttered something ugly, slammed the door, and left. The shop owner just watched her go, shaking his head. "There's no sister left," he said quietly. "She died years ago... couldn't pay for treatment."

We finally separate, we are just fooling around thinking we had parted, yet our hearts dwells where we cowardly believed we had left.

When I was seven, my constant vomiting got so bad that my mother took me to court and accused me of being born dangerous. If the charge stuck, I would be stripped of my family ties and sent straight to prison. Everyone said my mother was overreacting. "He's just a kid. Kids get sick. As his mother, you should be more understanding." But the moment the evidence was shown, the room went dead quiet. My mother had drunk herself into a stomach bleed just to land a contract, and the second she got home, I threw up all over it. The deal was voided, and she lost her job on the spot. On my sister, Ophelia Sowle's, birthday, I threw up all over her cake right in front of all her classmates. After that, she was shunned by everyone at school. She spiraled into depression and even slashed her wrists. It didn't matter where I was, at the dinner table or under the covers. I could start vomiting at any moment. My mother and Ophelia had to clean me up more than 30 times a day. It wore them down to the breaking point. What infuriated them the most was that every time I finished throwing up, I would look at them and laugh, as if I was mocking them. The judge brought the gavel down and declared me guilty of being born bad. Ophelia's eyes turned red as she cried, saying she couldn't bear to lose me. I didn't cry or fight it. I accepted the verdict. But I requested that the judge watch my memories first. The judge looked stunned. "Memory extraction means drilling into your brain. The pain is unbearable. Are you sure?" I nodded without hesitation. But Ophelia suddenly panicked. "I don't agree!"