Nothing Is Impossible When Allah Said Artinya

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

Celia Beatrix Montemayor was just an ordinary girl until she met a stranger that changed her life. She fell inlove. She regrets the fall. This was the first time she have fallen inlove, and it was the wrong fall. A love that's impossible.

AMOUR IMPOSSIBLE Prologue: <> Tonna une voix féminine très catégorique. << Mais c'est elle que j'aime et elle est la seule que je veux pour femme maman >> répondit son interlocuteur qui était son fils. << Elle ne te mérite pas, elle est une souillure pour le trône. >> Redit cette voix, cette voix de femme, de la reine à son fils << Tu n'en sais rien du tout ! >> Répliqua à son tour le fils, catégorique aussi cette fois-ci. << Tant que je vivrai elle ne sera jamais ta femme. >> Dit alors la reine comme promesse qu'elle faisait à son fils. << Excuse-moi mais tu rêves debout maman >> lui répliqua son fils avec empressement. << Prince !! >> avait-elle crié Malheureusement il était déjà sortit de la chambre en la laissant seule. Il s'agit de Prince RIFEL, le prince héritier du Royaume "ONOULOU". Il est tant pour lui d'accéder au trône royal mais pour cela il lui faut une épouse. Sa mère, la Reine Mélanie épouse RIFEL est contre corps et âme la jeune fille qu'il aime. Pour elle elle n'est pas l'épouse idéale. Entre l'amour maternel et l'amour de sa vie, lequel triomphera ? Jusque où sera prête à aller Mélanie pour ne pas voir cette fille, qu'elle qualifie de souillure épouser son fils ?

Savannah Wilson, your typical normal girl, well as normal as a werewolf can be. She soon finds out her typically normal life, is about to get turned upside down. Her older brother Ryan, just packs up and leaves once he turns 16, she doesn't know the reason for his sudden urge to leave town, she misses him but decides to try and put him at the back of her mind. But when he returns a few days before her sixteenth birthday, she learns something that will change everything, even the way she views her "family" She always felt different to the people in her school, even her close friends. She would have never believed how different she really was

Suis-je maudite ? comment la déesse de la lune a pu m'attribuer deux compagnons ?un loup et un hybride . Je suis dans la merde. Aucun des n'est commode, un hybride (vampire-sorcier , qui cache un loup-garou) contre un lycan , n'est ce pas la fin du monde ? comment faire un choix. Et moi qui suis-je ?

When Angel's mom decided to remarry after ten years since she lost her husband,Angel wasn't ready for that but it's not as if she's got a choice. Her mom needed a man who would at least fend for them,or maybe possibly she also needs another child? Angel already knew it wasn't going to be all roses trying to get along with a total stranger in a strange house. But nevertheless,she never complained,at least not to her mom. The first time she was introduced to her new family,her step dad who insisted he doesn't want the step in it,but he wants to be the daddy she never grew to have,and then her sexy step brother,she never knew it would ever become something like this. But then it started off just somewhere,somehow she doesn't even understand,the crazy feelings she never felt before,those cravings she never had. Surprisingly she wasn't having them for just anyone,it's all for her step brother!! Now are these feelings right? Is she even supposed to think of sharing a kiss with her step brother? But now what she's thinking is way more deeper than ordinary kiss. Either Lust or love,she doesn't know but all she knows is that she want him. Yes she want her step brother....Badly.

After five years of marriage, I received a wedding invitation from abroad. The groom is my husband, Arnold Willowstream. The bride is my younger sister, Yasmine Cooper. In disbelief, I decide to fly to Ainland and witness the wedding for myself. But the moment I see Arnold holding Yasmine and kissing her deeply, my heart shatters completely. Fireworks explode in the sky, and glowing words appear above—"Happy Marriage, Mr. Willowstream and Ms. Yasmine." In that instant, it feels like a blade piercing straight through my chest. Watching them look so happy together, I feel like I'm the one intruding on someone else's marriage. Love is a game for two—there's no room for a third. If he's already gotten married to someone else, what place do I have left in his life? Rather than waiting to be pushed out, I choose to walk away on my own and at least keep the last shred of dignity.

Trois mousquetaires feront route ensemble à la quête d'un avenir meilleur. Ce dernier va leur sourire mais le côté relationnel sera un soucis fondamentale. Ils donneront tout mais seul Dieu à le dernier mot

Kami sudah menikah selama lima tahun. Suamiku, Derrick, pergi dinas selama setengah tahun, lalu membawa pulang cinta pertamanya, Syifa. Syifa sudah hamil lebih dari tiga bulan dan Derrick bilang hidupnya tidak mudah, jadi akan tinggal di rumahku untuk sementara waktu. Aku menolak, tetapi Derrick malah memintaku untuk jangan bersikap tidak tahu diri. Nada bicaranya penuh rasa jijik, seolah-olah dia lupa vila ini adalah bagian dari mas kawinku. Selama ini, mereka sekeluarga menggunakan uangku. Kali ini, aku memutuskan untuk menghentikan semua sokongan hidup itu. Sambil tersenyum, aku menelepon asisten. "Segera buatkan aku surat perjanjian cerai. Seorang menantu pecundang saja berani terang-terangan membawa selingkuhan pulang ke rumah."

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.