Other Words For Love

"You think you can play with my feelings, kitty?!" I could feel the intensity of his voice. I stepped back, feeling the wall behind me. "Who said I am playing with your feel~" I was cut off by his strong fist that landed beside my head, making me gasp in horror. "You, sitting on the lap of that bastard! Dakota Weasly, you just dug your boy toy's grave!" his voice boomed like thunder, deafening my ears. "He's not my boy toy, Martin. He's my boyfriend, and I like h~" Again, I was cut off, but not by his fist this time. His kiss ravished my mouth like I was his last meal. Before I could say something, my hands, like they had minds on their own, were slowly wrapping around his head. My tongue slid inside of his mouth while a moan escaped from me, making him deepen our kiss. When we stopped, we both gasped for air. "Do you like him?" he asked, his eyes fixed on mine. "Martin, I..." I suddenly lost my tongue. "I'll count till three. You must answer well, or I'll tell Luke to shoot him now!" "What?!" I asked, shocked. "Martin, what did you do to him?" I pleaded with my eyes, which became watery, but he just sneered. "Worried, huh?!" as he was about to call someone, I grabbed the phone and shouted... . Dakota Weasly was an easy-going, independent fashion designer from New York. She was strong-headed, who never stopped till she got what she wanted. This charming young lady accidentally bumped into the notorious mafia leader, Martin Marcini. The leader of Scared-faced Gang, one of the scariest mafia in Italy. . What could happen when an easy-go-lucky young lady played the heart of the scariest, gorgeous young man in the state?

Adam Putra Ditorejo adalah api maka Sheila Agnesia adalah air yang bisa memadamkannya, mematikannya, dan meniadakan keberadaannya.Adam ingin memiliki Sheila dan berdampingan dengan dirinya. Namun, Sheila bagai air yang memang tak pernah bisa ditebak arah mengalirnya, membuatnya harus berjuang. Adam dan Sheila tak pernah sekata, Adam dan Sheila tak pernah sepaham, namun, Adam dan Sheila tak pernah bisa lepas satu sama lain.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Napilitan siyang pakasal sa isang lalaking hindi naman niya minahal,,kong para sa iba ito ang Ideal man nila,nasa kay Tyrone Kim na ang lahat,Gentleman,gwapo,mayaman at kilalang magaling na Doctor,pero tinalikuran nito na profession para sa posisyon sa kompanya. Kaya lang tunay ngang hindi matuturuan ang puso na magmahal,,Dahil para kay Vanessa si Kent Zhang lang ang lalaki para sa kaniya.. Ang matagal na niyang pangarap,ang binatang hinintay niya ng matagal,,ang lalaking pinaglaanan niya ng pagmamahal..Magagawa niya kayang pagtaksilan ang asawa para kay Kent Zhang? Sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon dumating sa buhay nila ang isang batang babae! Ano kaya ang ugnayan nito sa kanila! Nagkataon lang ba ang lahat? O may tinatagong lihim sa kaniya ang asawa! Sino ba talaga ang batang babae na bigla nalang dumating sa buhay nila! Position ba talaga sa kompanya ang dahilan kong bakit nagpakasal sa kaniya si Tyrone o may mas malalim pang dahilan! Paano kong Malaman mo na ginagamit ka lang niya para makaganti sa pamilya Ng iyong Asawa ?at Ang taong halos isuka Muna ay unti-unting lumalayo na sayo?

Skylar, an only child of Mr. And Mrs. Dikgang faces challenges as she grows up. She and her father share a toxic relationship but things become worse when she came out to her dad as a lesbian. Concerning her love life, she falls for a girl who's already taken and becomes the third wheel which later turns into a love triangle.

Venus Gabrielle Amonte. A twenty-four-year old woman with full of hope and dream to become a successful writer. Her father is a manipulative man and want her to manage their businesses since she's the Amonte's heir which was against from what she really wanted. When she met the billionaire, Sage Trevor Dawson. A man full of confidence and ambition. Is she letting her heart to fall in love with a man full of arrogance himself? Or they will definitely find peace and love in each other's arms?

Giulia, a true sunshine with a fair amount of temperament, meets Jakob, the heartbreaker par excellence, and is immediately attracted to him. Unfortunately, he has something else in mind than falling in love. No, Jakob keeps crossing her path, only to lay her and then drop her ice cold. He even swears this to Lia, who keeps rebuffing him despite her amiable nature. But soon she finds herself at the point where she knows neither in nor out. And Jakob doesn't reckon with the fact that fate has completely different plans for him. Gorgeous Misery is a love story about two people who could not be more opposite and yet are attracted to each other like magnets. Pure emotion!

After her divorce and a series of toxic relationships, Margot Simmins ... not her real name ... was done. Free-spirited, and a hippie at heart, she never wanted to be attached to anyone or anything anymore, not even for a job. She works as a freelancer, and resorted to one-night-stands for a free, no strings attached, good lay, for one night only. No drama and life were good. And then she met Richard, who seemed reluctant to join in her fun, not having a clue that he was actually a very well-known reclusive billionaire that will change her life forever.

In a relationship, Bella cannot be completely honest with her lover. Not sure that love will not change. That love can solve problems. That she can love and accept herself. Bella is in a relationship with the most popular student in school. But she lives a love life full of lies in front of her boyfriend.

SAVAGE LOVE GENRE: Romance By, Tamar writes PROLOGUE Amour sniffed back her tears as she watched the scene before her. Never in her life would she have imagined getting herself in this situation she currently was. It felt like a never ending nightmare. The sound of footsteps was what rented the room, it was coming from a tall figure, his gaze never left the man that was tied down on a chair with both his hands chained down on the table The figure held a sharp silver colored knife in his hand, twirling as if it was his play toy, a vicious smirk playing on his lips Every step he took instilled fear and panic inside the man that was tied down. “Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My.. L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aargh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to f**k, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me"

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.