One Way Or The Other Blondie

Just as Justin proposed to me, a phone call interrupted him. Standing close by, I clearly heard the voice on the other end of the line. “Justin, I’m hurt. My leg hurts so much!” Justin snapped the ring box shut and looked at me. “Alice is injured. I’ll have to do this another time.” With those words, he sprinted away, leaving everyone around us staring in astonishment. I had never met Alice, but her presence lingered in every corner of our lives.  At meals, Justin would mention her fondness for sweet desserts.  When I dressed, I came to know her love for soft lavender hues. I argued, I wept, I lashed out, but Justin always countered with the same line. “You’re so jealous. Everyone has their first love. She’s my past, but you’re my future.” So, I turned to a man who had once called me his first love—Quentin—and made a bold proposition. “Let’s get married.”

When my husband and I drop by his childhood home for Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law, Melissa Potter, is the only one busying away in the kitchen. Everyone else is on their phones. I've just taken a seat when Melissa begins to lecture me. "What, are you just going to sit your ass down and wait for food to come? Don't you know when to lend a helping hand? Am I supposed to exhaust myself for your sake?" From time to time, she keeps rattling the pots and pans loudly. "I can't believe those with healthy bodies want a 70-year-old like me to serve them! Does anyone here have any conscience?" Feeling a little uneasy, I gave my husband a tiny nudge. "Why don't you help Mom out?" After Melissa hears my suggestion, she gets even more pissed off. Thinking that this is my first Christmas with my in-laws, I don't really want to cause a scene here, so I get up to my feet and help her out. But the moment I enter the kitchen, Melissa delegates all the tasks to me. I endure my fury as much as I can while finishing the Christmas dinner preparations. When I'm about to head back to the dining table and dig in, Melissa suddenly speaks up. "Hold up. We got scores to settle before dinner."

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

Suit & Tie Series 1:Abby King has been through a lot at a young age. When her mom passed away, she has no choice but to agree to the terms in the will—one in those conditions is to marry an extremely handsome womanizer Seb Hughes. After what she’s been through, maybe Seb is the right person she’s been waiting for—who can protect her, accept her, and love her despite her dark past.

Kiara has just divorced Jake, the alpha of the Darkhowl pack. She discovers his affair with her older sister, who manipulated Jake into divorcing her. Devastated, and carrying a secret, Kiara decides to flee the city and hide her twin pregnancy from Jake. But fate will place them both on the same path, forcing them to face their feelings… and their secrets.

What if you're broken-hearted? Would you do the thing that you haven't done in your whole life? Charmane Cordova. Unexpectedly meet, this most sought-after bachelor... Bradley Hernandez, A guy that she doesn't know yet, A guy that got her attention, and a guy she had spent her whole night with... And this will be their, JUST ONE NIGHT together.

They’re not just powerful. They’re possessive, obsessive, and sinfully dangerous. The dark-eyed leader who speaks in growls. The scarred fighter with a touch like fire. The silver-tongued flirt who tastes my fear—and wants more. The shadow who watches me like prey. And the broken one who swore he’d never love again… until me. ******** I was never supposed to exist. Born under a cursed eclipse, I was hidden away, raised as a human, and told to live small. But fate doesn’t forget. And when I turn twenty-one, five powerful alphas show up at my door—each claiming I’m theirs. They say I’m the key to saving the packs from war. They say I’m the chosen mate of five. But they don’t know the full truth. I’m not here to be their salvation—I might be their destruction.

Everyone is envious of me for having someone like Dominic Cruz, who's love-brained, as a husband-to-be. He's rich, handsome, and highly educated. I smile without saying anything, but I nod happily. However, on the day I'm misdiagnosed, he goes missing. He's so engrossed in his secret lover that he forgets all about me. So, I jilt him before he can do it to me. I turn him into the city's laughingstock. Later, I hear that he drinks the bar dry every night. He scours Marina City but fails to find his missing bride.

Salome thought moving to Silverline Pack would offer a fresh start, but fate has other plans. Marked as the mate of the Alpha's three intense sons, she finds herself caught in a web of jealousy, betrayal, and a dark prophecy. Bullied and nearly killed, Salome's rapid healing hints at a secret power that makes her a target for more than just possessive Alphas. When a portal to another realm opens, unleashing demons and a terrifying puppeteer, Salome must embrace her true nature to survive and unite warring worlds.

Ernest West left the courtroom with wings on his feet. Leaving Don James was, in Ernest's opinion, the best thing he had ever done for himself. No more tense silences. No more Don's silent, smothering adoration. Ernest had been released. Three years have passed since then. Now, what once was the best choice has turned into a noose around their necks. There is a sinister provision buried within the small print of the divorce papers that Ernest's attorney overlooked; they are obligated to live together and manage the small beach hotel that they used to own as a couple for an entire year. Thus, Ernest finds himself back amid the groaning wooden boards and salty panes of glass within the walls of where their love once withered away. However, Don is no longer the same weak and longing man that Ernest abandoned. He now stands as an intimidating pillar of cold indifference, forged by the stony resolve and lack of concern. Not even a passing glance comes from Don’s green eyes, which regard Ernest with only polite reserve. A year of closeness. A year of unresolved tension. A year of dealing with each and every lie that Ernest tried to bury beneath "irreconcilable differences." In the beginning, the plan is a silent battle—appointments stuck to the fridge, dinners taken in different corners of the house. Yet, there’s something about closeness that reveals the whole truth. Ernest discovers the picture albums that Don never discarded. He listens to telephone conversations in the dead of night that reveal the loneliness he feels himself. And gradually, painfully, he discovers that the greatest error made wasn’t the separation. It was letting Don leave.