More Than A Mom

Durante mis cinco años de matrimonio con Dante Moretti, el Don de la mafia de Gold Ville, todo el mundo sabía que me amaba más que a su vida. Él tenía tatuado un violín (por mí) junto al escudo de su familia, un símbolo de lealtad que nunca podría ser borrado. Hasta que recibí la foto de su amante. Una camarera de cócteles, tumbada desnuda en sus brazos, con la piel marcada por los moretones oscuros del sexo violento. Ella había garabateado su propio nombre justo al lado del violín que él llevaba por mí. Y mi esposo se lo había permitido. «Dante dice que solo estando dentro de mí se siente como un hombre. Tú ya ni siquiera puedes excitarlo, ¿verdad, querida Alessia? Quizás sea hora de que te hagas a un lado». No respondí. Solo hice una llamada. —Necesito una nueva identidad. Y un billete de avión.

Kaluna punya ribuan kenangan manis bersama Jonathan, pacar semasa SMAnya. Kenangan itu disimpannya dengan rapi selama bertahun-tahun. Ada keinginan untuk kembali menjalin kasih dengan pria yang ia tinggalkan akibat perceraian orangtuanya. Ya, mungkin ini adalah kisah cinta yang belum terselesaikan. Sayangnya, hidup selalu penuh kejutan. Pekerjaan membawanya bertemu dengan Jonathan. Baru saja harapannya membumbung tinggi, Jonathan sudah membumihanguskannya dengan satu kalimat. "Maaf, apa kita pernah kenal?" Demi Tuhan! Apa yang ada di kepala pria itu? Apa dia benar-benar sudah melupakan Kaluna? Apa yang sebenarnya terjadi?! Tidak mungkin Jonathan amnesia! Ini bukan sinetron! Kaluna tidak punya pilihan. Dia harus menguak alasan Jonathan pura-pura tidak mengenalinya sebelum percikan gairah yang sudah lama ia kubur di hati Kaluna membesar dan membakar dirinya juga ... Jonathan

Alana Hope was a wolfless girl who was unaware of her nature. Her true form gradually awakened when she met the father of her son, eight years after an eventful one-night stand. Alana had no idea how her life would immensely change after that. Alric Valmore was the Alpha of The Valmore Blood Pack, one of the biggest packs in Eastern Dhuran. For as long as he could remember, he had been searching for his mate, his future Luna. After stumbling into Alana, he sensed, deep within his bones, that she was his mate, but with her wolf not coming out, will he ever know for certain? Fate would have it, Alana and her son were taken to the Port of Valmore, the biggest territory of The Valmore Blood Pack. Would Alric rise to the occasion and fight for his Luna and son? What would happen when Alana's roots are shed into light? What would happen when the wolves that treated her as inferior, learn that Alana was the missing piece to the strength of their pack? Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

After six years of searching, Charlotte finally found her son, only to discover that the child's father was none other than the president of the MacArthur Corporation. "Stepmom, do you really not like my dad?" "Your dad is the ultimate high-wealth-handsome guy; he's too good for me to even dream of!" "Dad, what do you think of my stepmom?" "She's old, ugly, and boring..." "Dad, don't you find my stepmom ugly? Then why are you on top of her?"

When the flood came, my father, who was the captain of the rescue team, immediately rescued my cousin and cut my rescue rope. "Vivian can't swim, and there's not enough space on the helicopter. You won't die even if we rescue you a little later." I was rushed to the hospital while hanging onto a thread, but my mother, who was a doctor, gave the last bag of rare blood to my cousin, who was not even seriously injured. I begged with a weak voice, but my mother pried my fingers apart and said, "Your cousin is anemic and has always been in poor health. Must you fight for attention at such a time?" My parents had no idea that I stopped breathing when they abandoned me.

“Remember when I said I forgive you? Guess what baby, I lied.” ****** Bree had thought that breaking the heart of her boyfriend, Spencer on that rainy evening was the worst day of her life but her cold and manipulative mother proved her wrong by sending her to a psychiatric hospital as a punishment. Finding out that she was pregnant and escaping the hospital, Bree fled the city to somewhere far away to escape the clutches of her controlling mother and become a free bird. When her little one turned three, she innocently asked, “Mommy, where is Daddy?” “Daddy is no more,” she let out the first thing that came to her mind. After five years, Bree returned to the city, this time as an FBI agent and crossing paths so soon with Spencer in an unexpected dire situation was something she never expected. Amid all similarities, the old chirpy vibrant man that she once knew was no more, instead this Spencer was bitter and vengeful. He was hell-bent on making her pay for her decision five years ago. Moreover, how will the morally gray man react when he finds out that they have a child together, especially after his last words to her years ago that still echoed in her ears day and night?

Note: This story contains elicit contents and it's rated 18+ "Fuck!!!" Nora moaned, sweats coating her naked body as she felt herself approaching climax, her eyes drowsy, her mouth wide open, the naked hunk of a man fucking her brains out, "Fuck!! Tyler!! I'm about to... fuccckkk!!!" She felt her hips bulking up and down jolting her awake from her wet dream, realizing that she just came from dreaming about her irresistible stepson Tyler again, she sighed. Ever since she saw him for the first time she couldn't bring herself to forget about the hot man, and as time went on, it became more and more impossible for her to move on from her fantasies and it has turned out to become her every night sweet-nightmare... Will she ever forget about him and focus on her husband or will something happen along the way?

Mature 21+ “Kau pikir aku akan berhenti?” Adriano tersenyum tipis. “Aku tidak berhenti pada hal yang sudah masuk ke wilayahku.” Ia dikurung di istana malam milik pria paling berbahaya di Genoa—bukan sebagai tawanan, bukan pula sebagai kekasih. Adriano Moretti terbiasa memerintah dengan darah dan kesunyian. Namun kehadiran Elena mengganggu ritme hidupnya—perempuan yang seharusnya sudah mati bertahun-tahun lalu. Satu atap. Satu ranjang. Terlalu banyak rahasia. Di balik sentuhan yang tertahan dan jarak yang menyiksa, masa lalu mulai merangkak kembali. Ketika kebenaran akhirnya terkuak, Adriano harus memilih: menaati darah yang membesarkannya… atau menghancurkan segalanya demi menyelamatkan perempuan yang datang terlalu terlambat ke hidupnya.

Because of a last-minute business trip, my husband missed the Thanksgiving family dinner. I spent the entire day helping out at my in-laws' place in the countryside with our five-year-old son, only to receive a complaint from the downstairs neighbor just before dinner. "Ari, could you please close your kitchen window when you're cooking? I can smell the hot sauce from all the way here. My husband has a lung condition—he can't handle it." My neighbor's words shocked me, and I immediately called my husband, who was allergic to chili peppers. "Honey, did someone break into the house? The neighbor said there was smoke coming from the kitchen." His breathing hitched for a second before he let out a casual laugh. "No break-in. My flight got canceled, so I was home alone cooking. When are you two coming back? I really miss you." I smiled and told him we'd stay a couple more days, but in the middle of the night, I packed up our son and drove straight home.

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.