Novel & Cerita Monstrous Love

Story of two teenagers Kevin and Ayah were cousins. They haven't seen each other till they met in highschool. They behave like cats and dogs. But after some time they started to fall in love in their highschool and got separated for some reasons. The story tells about their love and how they fated for each other after so many obstacles in their life.

"I am pregnant," I say looking into his years intensely but his face is emotionless. "What?" He asked stunned, he paces around for a few minutes" I can't take care of a child right now" he snaps holding the table tightly. "We have to because I have nowhere to go," I say pleading for acknowledgment and understanding. "What do you mean?" He questioned eyeing me suspiciously. " my parents disowned me," I say looking down in shame. "I will take you in but don't expect me to care for you and your baby because all this means nothing to me" he glanced at me before walking out of his office. Tears run down my cheeks, feeling of embarrassment, and lost claws in my heart. I lost everything, my family, my self-esteem, I feel lost and worthless. Most of all I lost love.

Using the relationship as a bridge to his revenge, Alexander has deep feelings of love for his wife, Kimbeerly Libason. Feelings of love that should have been buried deep in order to focus on the goal, instead made Alexander think twice between continuing or ending his revenge plan. Reluctantly, Alexander ended his plan and chose to leave the Libason family to heal his own wounds even though Kimbeerly was pregnant with his flesh and blood at the time. Kimbeerly loved Alexander so much. She was tormented by Alexander's decision to disappear from her life. A few years later, Kimbeerly reunited with Alexander. Kimbeerly suspected Alexander had a family because she saw him with a woman and a child. On the other hand, Kimbeerly's son continues to ask about his father's whereabouts and makes Kimbeerly confused to answer. How will their story end? Will Alexander and Kimbeerly reunite or just choose their own way of life so that they no longer hurt each other?

How would you feel to wake up someday wishing your whole life was a lie? And when you eventually wanted to hold on to something you adored most in the world you eventually discover that it was a huge lie too? This is the case of a young lady called Selena in this story. In a fierce fight to save her only sister from the clutches of death after loosing her beloved mother to a dark illness, caring less about the negative effects of her decisions or what the world might say about her or her decisions she grabs the bull by the horn ready to do what it takes to secure the life of her sister. Selena ends up loosing herself to the war against pain but in the midst of it all, love was inevitable as she found herself yet in love with a man she least expected in the midst of her miserable world as finally had the last laugh. It’s a catchy story filled with action, revenge, love, romance. Get addicted to reading Love and Ashes and you would be so glad you did. Thank you for following up and reading.

Lena Marchetti, twenty-eight, operates on fumes. Her father Marco's cancer treatments have swallowed her savings and the final credits of her degree. She interns at Croft Industries, a glass tower engineered to diminish. She is invisible, sweat gluing her blouse to her spine, until she drops Julian Croft's Montblanc pen. The crack on marble halts breath. She scrabbles on cold stone. When she lifts her chin, Julian crouches beside her. He doesn't retrieve the pen. He waits. His gray eyes hold hers, and heat floods her neck, damp and unwelcome. "You break it, you buy it," he says. "And you can't afford it." He leaves her kneeling. At 3:17 AM, her phone blares: Croft. Office. One hour. She goes. His office smells of leather and ozone. He slides a contract across the desk. Six months. Exclusivity. Her compliance. In exchange, her father's debt dissolves. Her signature slants, barely legible. After her best friend Dani labels Julian a sociopath, Lena sobs in the service elevator. He finds her. "Come with me." He escorts her to a 24-hour diner. He orders cherry pie, slides it across formica. She is wrecked—blotched skin, swollen lids. He studies her as if memorizing the topography of her distress. He teaches her to fence. She lunges, jabs his ribs. He laughs in that rusted, startled way that travels up her calves. She registers: I manufactured that sound. Elara Vance, Julian's former mentor who sold his first deal for a board seat, resurfaces. She invites Lena to lunch, offers employment. "He'll never perceive you as an equal. Work for me. Become a threat." The words burrow. Lena's palms dampen at his touch. While Julian travels, she picks the lock of a hidden room. A library.

A cruel young man who witnessed the death of his parents at a tender age, Edem Demirai, harbored a simmering rage within him. And then there was Lavigne Kotobe, a girl condemned by the chains of addiction at the tender age of eighteen. When their paths collided, their meeting was nothing short of a collision of tempests, their anger a force of nature. In the midst of their tumultuous encounter, Edem's words cut through the air like a blade against porcelain skin. "I want you, Lavigne," he whispered, his voice laden with both desire and darkness. "First with kindness, then with the gentlest touch. I want to both hurt you and shield you from pain. I want your voice to echo and then fall silent. I want you to revel in pleasure and struggle to understand it. I want to kiss you until your breath escapes you, only to inhale it back again in a desperate gasp. I need you, and I want you to steal the very breath from my lungs." Their collision was inevitable, their connection fraught with danger and desire. As they embarked on their tumultuous journey, they would soon realize that their meeting was just the beginning of a fiery dance between two souls destined to either consume each other or ignite a blaze of passion that would defy the darkness closing in around them.

"Don't you dare touch her!" She heard that voice on the first day of college when some seniors were ragging her. she was annoyed but couldn't have it anyway. "What did you say???" one of the seniors yelled at that guy. He got in front of her. Blocking her way between seniors. "Are you deaf???" he was her classmate but he can speak that was a new one. "Don't you know me??? I can make your life hell." he held her hand and was going to take her away when one of them attacked him. She got scared but he was beating them as something had gotten into him. She was standing numb and after he was done fighting they left the place. He was injured and she wanted to take her to medical but he wasn't in a mood. She got into a cab and rushed back home. She didn't even know his name. She couldn't even say thank you. she didn't realize he was going to be her destiny.

In the past, I was Raymond Wright’s wife. Or rather, a prisoner kept in his gilded cage. I was an internationally renowned jewelry designer. Under the spotlight, I had the most dazzling presence. Raymond was the most influential business elite on Floor Street, and he had an extreme desire for control. He claimed to love me, but he never truly loved me for who I was. He was determined to shape me into the “perfect Mrs. Wright” that existed in his imagination. He disliked me having my own social circle and hated it when I appeared in public. I once naively believed that if I were obedient enough, he would eventually recognize my sacrifices. The turning point came at a banquet. Someone there publicly mocked me as “nothing but a canary kept by Mr. Wright.” I could bear it no longer and retorted. Raymond rushed over and coldly scolded me. He said, “Behave yourself. Don’t embarrass me.” At that moment, the surrounding snickers and the disgust in his gaze forced the truth upon me. Ultimately, I fell down the stairs in an “accident” orchestrated by my stepsister. When I opened my eyes again, I was greeted by a warm-toned pendant lamp in the apartment I lived in before I married Raymond. On the desk calendar, a date was circled in red—there were only five days left until my wedding to Raymond. I had returned to the past. This time, I did not want to get involved with Raymond anymore.

Shah Zain was holding her with one hand while opening his shirt button with the other hand. Meanwhile, he didn't let Minal separate from him for a moment. "Shah Zain please, it's not right time, it's too early." She was trying hard to control her unsteady condition, but who was listening to her? "Nothing is early Minal.... and today you can't stop me..... because today you himself come close to me." He picks her up in his arms and lays her on the bed. He bends on Minal while saying that. Feeling his lips on her neck, Minal feels like losing herself. "Shah Zain please....." For the last time, she tried to free herself from his hold. But Shah Zain again stops her from uttering anything. He just wants to feel Minal's closeness with himself. He wants to say how much he loves her.

Antara an orphan who never complained about her life. She was happy in what she had in her life she only wished for one thing true love but what happened when that love broke her beyond repair? Will she be able to mend her broken self ever or her this love will turn her in ashes?