My Wife I Think I'll Keep Her

"Miguel, I'm happy for this moment..." Ximena wrapped her arms around his neck as she cooed lovingly, mixed with the gasp due to the finished 'strenuous action', Just before she could mutter, "I love you," the man murmured in a hoarse voice. "Tan..." Ximena froze. Tan was Tania Roberto, the first love of Miguel Ricardo. Tania hasn't returned to the country, she has stayed abroad all these years. But, just yesterday, she arrived back in Mexico. Moreover, she had sent Ximena several provocative text messages. She wasn't yet over her ex. "Ximena, I'm back! You have to vacate from the Ricardo family! I'm back to take back what rightfully belongs to me." "Miguel and I are childhood sweethearts. Did you think you could replace me in just a few years? Get out! Get back to the streets where you're likely to belong. You're doomed to remain in the streets forever."

My father is one of the notorious and rich men in the world. Because of how much he hated my mother and me, he betrothed me to the president's son rather than have me go to college. He did it for business, to have more connections and money. But, I never want to marry for money. My mother did the same and I'm suffering for it. I chose to run away from home to a far place. I planned to go to college from there. Like fate, the bad boy I fell in love with is my betrothed husband. oh....and I made an enemy that turned out to be the daughter my father loves.

On the night Aria Valery was supposed to celebrate her engagement, she walked in on the man she thought was her fated mate buried inside another woman. Her best friend. Shattered, humiliated, and drunk on heartbreak, she stumbled into the path of Damian Storm, billionaire tycoon, ruthless Lycan chief, and the most dangerous playboy in the supernatural world. He was everything her mate wasn’t. Older. Colder. Sinfully irresistible. The kind of man who never touched the same woman twice… until her. What began as one night of reckless revenge spiraled into an obsession neither of them could escape. But Damian Storm doesn’t just break rules, he rewrites them. And being desired by him comes with a price. Her family is marked by the Council. Her father has been dragged away by Gammas. Her cheating mate refuses to release their bond. And Damian? He’s a man who swore never to love again, yet can’t stop claiming her like she was always meant to be his. Between betrayal, forbidden lust, and a prophecy that could tear the Lycan race apart, Aria must choose: walk away from the most dangerous man alive… or risk burning with him. Because once Damian Storm has tasted you, he doesn’t let go. Not even fate can save you. But now, her cheating fated mate who hates her, won't still let her go as well.

BOOK TWO OF "MY SISTER'S HUSBAND LOVES ME" What happens when a mistake yields sweetness? Will you persevere in your mistake, or will you abandon it despite your soul's yearning for its sweetness? Destiny, plays a trick on the Baristanas family. After 18 years of loosing their twin daughter, an imposter is thrown on their way, as the daughter they lost, Evelyn Baristanas. To them they were grateful but what they don't know was their real daughter is been groomed by their enemy for revenge. ***** Angel Rodriguez, an 18-year-old girl, is determined to retaliate against the Baristanas family for a crime her mother accuses them of committing. She embarks on a quest to ensnare Chad Baristanas, her prey, and a wealthy billionaire, on the commands of her mother. But destiny has an obstacle for her. When Angel tries to seduce the billionaire, she finds herself in the arms of Doctor Mark Williams, a family friend she had mistaken for Chad Baristanas, who is quiet older the her. "Damn it, I made a mistake!" she curses. But her mistake proves difficult to shake off. With her mother pressuring her, can Angel let go of her feelings for the doctor and focus on her revenge? As her mother remains adamant about seeking vengeance, what will the 18-year-old do when she would do anything to earn her mother's love? What happens when Evan starts to develop love for his twin sister(the imposter)? What about the real truth behind Angel's real identity?

She stood nervously opposite this grey-eyed delinquent. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he was always coming back to her. Her heart skipped the more he leaned closer to her. Her back leaned against his desk as her eyes locked with his. He was something words can't describe. " Why are you scared of me, Ariel?" " I'm not..." She stuttered. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. " What if I kiss you right now?" That made her heartbeat skipped. They were inches apart and all she could feel was his hot breath against her neck. " I'm not feeling very well." He whispered, trailing his fingertips on the naive brunette. " Why are you telling me this?" " I want you to be my nurse, kiss me till I feel better. Or maybe..." He whispered, leaning closer to her so she could feel him. " Babysit me tonight" *** She's a good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert. She likes to read and stay indoors. One dream she loved was going to Nun school. She was about to take her vows in the convent, but her dream went down the drain when her male best friend stole everything away from her, tearing away her holy garment as he stole her innocence. She hated herself and her family despised her more for making them lose their positions in church. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Bad Boy Billionaire, Gray Carter, walked into her life with his mysteries. ** Under Editing.

After dying after a mall explosion I wake in a 7 year old body, wait I what? I become a child?!! OMG Good thing this child face is so exquisite however as soon as I wake up life is so hard. Both parents are missing, chased to death by the so-called relatives, have nothing to eat but I do have a gentle elder brother, an adorable younger brother and a sister-obsess twin brother. "Wife I came back fetching your gold" a certain main coiled his arms my waist "Wife?! Whose wife your calling?! I'm your big bro" A night had pass "Do you know your mistake?" "Yes, hubby I'm sorry" "Who am I?" "Your my younger bro--of my husband. I will beat anyone who dared to refuse to that!"

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

Hunter rejected his mate Tara because he believed love made you weak. Since she ran away, his life is messed up. He does anything he can to find her. Will she forgive him? Or will she not want her chosen mate. Can love heal them both or push them further apart.

In the seventh year of my marriage to Simon Heath, I finally walk away from him after his 32nd mistress shows up at my door. I join a classified government program and disappear from his world. Now he's falling apart and calling me non-stop. "Lily, I was wrong. Please come back." In the past, a single word of apology from him would have been enough to make me stay. But not this time. This time, he's bound to be disappointed.

Anya Sawyer and I have been married for eight years. In that time, she brought 99 men back home. One day, I found myself looking at the 100th young man she had brought home ever since we got married. He shot me a taunting look before turning to Anya. "Ms. Sawyer, is this your useless husband?" Anya leaned into her seat and replied with a lazy yes. The young man patted my cheek with a grin. "Tonight, I'll show you what a proper man is capable of." … That evening, I was forced to sit in the living room and listen to their moans all night long. The next morning, Anya ordered me to prepare breakfast for her as usual. I refused. She seemed to have forgotten our marriage was by contract. That day just so happened to be the third-to-last day of our contract.