Mothers Warmth 3d

A man once admired for his beauty and wealth, Adrian Lancaster, loses everything when he contracts a mysterious virus that alters his appearance. His ex-lover abandons him, his family shuns him, and the world treats him like a curse. Heartbroken and weary, Adrian vanishes from society, choosing isolation over the cruel judgment of those who once adored him. He wanders until he stumbles upon a small, remote village, where he hopes to disappear forever. However, the villagers, just like the rest of the world, treat him as an outcast—except for Elara Whitmore, a quiet yet strong-willed woman who lives alone on the village outskirts, caring for injured and abandoned animals. Elara sees something in Adrian that reminds her of her own painful past. She reaches out to help him, but he rejects her kindness again and again, too wounded by betrayal to believe in compassion. Yet Elara refuses to give up. Slowly, her warmth and persistence break through his defenses, and Adrian begins to trust her. As time passes, their connection deepens, and Adrian's condition begins to improve—not through medicine, but through Elara’s love and care. She becomes his light in the darkness, and he, in turn, finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected. But the world is not done testing them. A cruel villager, bitter and envious, seeks to drive Adrian away, and just when he finds happiness, his ex-lover returns, desperate to reclaim him now that he is healing. Adrian must decide—does he return to the life he lost, or embrace the love that saved him?

Second book in My Archangel Soulmate series ** Strong arms wrapped around my much smaller frame, comfortable warmth engulfing my tingling body, followed by the softest, sweetest touch of his lips against mine, moving in a slow, gentle kiss. My eyelids fluttered closed on their own accord, pressing myself even closer, my hand finding its way around his neck, burying my fingers in his short soft hair while the small sparks of bright light still danced in between us, mixing with each other. It felt so magical, so utterly ethereal, the way his entire being felt so close to mine, tiny pieces of himself tangling with mine, like small silvery strings those tiny pieces drawing us together, creating a supernatural bond.

Zaverio's eyes blazed with intense obsession. "You're mine to claim, and possess. I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine again, Alma." Alma's heart raced as she struggled to get out of his grip. "You can't own me, Zaverio. I'm not a slave to your selfish desires. Do not play with fire." Zaverio's voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "You're mine, Alma and so is that baby in your womb. I'll chase you to the ends of the earth, I'll burn down the world or burn in hell to keep you by my side." Alma's voice trembled with fear and desire. "You're a monster, Zaverio." Zaverio's face twisted into a snarl. "And you're the beauty to my beast, my cruelty, my obsession." **** Alma Sinatra, a beautiful and innocent young woman, has been bound to the Riccardo estate as a housegirl. But her life takes a dramatic turn when she falls deeply in love with Zaverio Enzo Riccardo, the son of the powerful and feared Italian drug lord, Don Riccardo. Their forbidden romance blossoms in secret, with Zaverio reciprocating Alma's affections. But their love is torn apart when Zaverio departs for Italy, rumored to be groomed to take over his father's criminal empire. Years pass, and Zaverio returns, transformed into a ruthless and cunning man. His cold exterior hides a dark past, and his eyes no longer sparkle with the warmth Alma once knew. Though his indifference pierces her soul, Alma's love remains unwavering even when Zaverio's desire for her body is undeniable. They engage in a passionate yet dangerous dance, Alma clings to the hope that Zaverio will rediscover the love they once shared. Will she be able to penetrate the armor of the man he has become, or will their love be forever lost to the darkness?

Janice thought she had found her fairytale ending when she married Layden, the man who had captured her heart at first sight. She devoted herself entirely to their love, investing her dreams, time, and emotions into building a life with him. But soon after their wedding, the warmth in Layden's eyes began to fade. His once-loving words grew scarce, his touch distant. Late nights turned into entire nights away, always excused by work, until Janice found herself married to a ghost of the man she once adored. The man who once whispered sweet promises now blames her for everything wrong in their marriage. And when his frustrations turn into abuse, Janice realizes she is trapped in a love that is nothing but an illusion. At Layden’s promotion party, fate throws her into the path of Icarus Adonis Sebastian—his dangerously charming and ruthless boss. Icarus is no stranger to Janice; they share a past from college, where Layden had been the quiet, bookish type, and Icarus the untamed bad boy. Time has only refined his allure, and the moment their eyes meet, old embers ignite. But this time, Icarus isn’t just looking—he’s claiming. As Layden spirals deeper into cruelty, Janice finds herself drawn into Icarus’s orbit, where passion burns hotter than reason. But Icarus isn’t the kind of man who plays fair—when he wants something, he takes it. And he wants Janice. When love turns to torment and desire becomes a battleground, Janice must decide: does she fight for the marriage she once believed in, or does she let herself be consumed by the fire of a man who has never played by the rules? Because Icarus doesn’t just want her—he’s ready to burn down her entire world to have her.

Ignoring the ridicule of others, Dahlia Green pursued and stayed with arrogant Mr.CEO Gideon Evans for nine years, from the time she entered second year of college until the present. The people around Gideon always looked down on her and mocked her for being just a lucky gold digger. Until one day, Dahlia decided to regain her self-respect and leave Gideon. They started betting to see how many days she could stay away from him. She calmly sipped a glass of wine: "I bet my whole life." From behind, Gideon hugged her tightly: "Haven't you caused enough trouble yet?" She slowly left the familiar warmth, her eyes no longer filled with love like before: "Mr. CEO Evans, please pay attention to your actions, we have broken up."

"How can I marry a man I do not know?" "You can't possibly do this." "Your father is the one who decides what can possibly happen." "Why do I have to marry him?" "Your father wants to do business with him, and it is so much that it would take us from top twenty to top ten." Nirelle’s fate is sealed. After a life of endless scrubbing, suffering, and silence, her father decides her worth lies in securing a business deal. A deal so massive, it promises to thrust their family into elite status—at the cost of her freedom. Married off to a man cloaked in more secrets than the night sky, Nirelle wants to run. But there's nowhere to go. With every ounce of strength she has left, she chooses to shift prisons—from her father’s oppressive home to her new husband’s mansion. Lucien Vexley is nothing like she expected. The name alone strikes fear on the streets, the rumours painting him as a shadowy, ruthless enigma. Yet the man sitting across from her at the dining table, caring for her in ways she’s never known, is nothing like the beast they described. Lucien is a mystery she can’t seem to solve. "You are handsome?" "It seems you were expecting me to be a beast?" "Well, according to the rumours," "Am I not here as a scapegoat for something?" Nirelle doesn’t understand the warmth beginning to stir in her chest, the way her stomach flutters when he's near. But something is changing. Something deep. Something dangerous. She’s not just learning how to survive anymore— She’s learning how to become her.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

“Who dares to hurt my woman?” He asked with no warmth in his voice; his look was enough to tell that he could execute any that carried out such action. Sophia loved her life and always dreamed of a good life with her partner, but the dream remained in her memory when she got cheated on. She caught her fiance having with her stepsister on her wedding day. Sophia was heartbroken and decided to get revenge by playing their clip on the wedding day, but things didn't go her way when her sister took her place and walked down the aisle with her supposed groom. Heartbroken Sophia had a one-night stand to clear her head, but the man turned out to be one of the richest men in the city, and he refused to let her go and decided to help with her revenge. Will that be possible?

In the depths of her despair, her tear-stained eyes desperately tried to focus on the heartless figure before her. "I am not a mere plaything to be possessed," she whispered through trembling lips. "I am a person, with hopes and dreams that extend far beyond the confines of this marriage. I am... am a person with emotions." But he remained unmoved, his gaze cold and unsympathetic. "You are just a contract wife, bound to serve and fulfill my desires," he retorted, devoid of warmth or understanding. "Your aspirations are irrelevant. Your emotions, as long as they don't disrupt this façade of a marriage, are inconsequential..." His callousness only deepened her despair, and he reveled in it, wiping away her tears with cruel satisfaction. "Don't cry, my dear," he sneered. "You have years ahead to drown in regret and endure your punishments. You write about fairytales, don't you? Welcome to your Hell in Paradise, Wife." … ‘How and where had it all started?’ You might ask, dear distinguished reader. Well, it all began with money, as it so often does in Los Angeles, where a sinister game of romance and deceit unfolded when Sirena, a struggling romance author agreed to walk down the aisle with the egoistic heir of the prestigious Crown Dynasty. Three years. That was all or so she thought until an unexpected twist left her torn between the vague feelings she had for the cruel husband and the intense fairytale pang she felt with the mysterious ‘masked man’. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions, amidst lavish parties and extravagant soirées, Sirena finds herself entangled in a treacherous web of love and loyalty, where hidden agendas, forbidden desires, and deceptions threaten to take away her newfound love. Newfound love with whom? Even this Author is itching to find out.

CEO's Midnight Temptation: Mated To Ex’s Irresistible Alpha Boss! My face flushed with heat yet I remained unable to break free from his comforting hold. He guided me to a secluded spot while maintaining constant contact with his hand on mine. I collapsed into the chair when he managed to get me seated because exhaustion was overwhelming me. I whispered my desire to remain in his embrace while I pressed closer against him despite the chair. Your warmth surrounds me and your scent is pleasant. Rytis stopped moving while his intense stare locked onto me as he leaned forward until his lips brushed my ear. The whispered confession he delivered next made my heart race. “Mate.” My eyes locked onto him while confusion scrambled my thoughts. What did that even mean? The moment felt monumental because it seemed like a statement that could change everything. The room spun around me while a single pressing question repeated in my thoughts without stopping. What was his intention when he said ‘Mate’?