Pajaro Soñador Novela

Boss of the designing department of her company; a vigilante at night. Life taught her not to love so she choose to not to let her heart sway. She was too bold and strong for someone to be loved. So when he comes across her aloofness, he wants to know her more. The question lies as to what will happen? She choose her life dangerously so will love makes it way? If yes, what is gonna happen? If no, what is gonna happen? STORY: She knew that if she stayed here for a bit longer it is going to be trouble that will be following. She just wanted to leave. She was trying to make her move when she got interrupted by him, "I am not safe." It was not a request but more like a notification. She observed him. She could see no fear in his eyes. she was sure he had encountered situations like this and she was not bad at judging people too. It seemed like he was taking advantage of the situation. She smirked and answered before heading her way,"I am not interested."

The day my mother-in-law discovered she had uterine cancer, she packed up and moved in to our home. “I don’t have much time left. I’m all out of hope!” she choked out. “You’d be cruel to kick me out. Show me some mercy!” I looked at my speechless husband, then at my beloved son I had raised with so much love and care. I asked them, "What do you guys think?" My husband silently made a grim expression and grabbed my arm. “How long are you going to hold on to that little incident that happened after Everett was born? Mom's already so sick." My son echoed his sentiment, “Grandma doesn't have much time left. Of course we have to take good care of her!" I smiled at them and said, “Alright. You guys can take care of her if you love her so much."

The day I agree to marry James Hunt, he is eager to announce our love to the whole world. Later, when I get pregnant, he even acquires a hospital so that I can rest easy and focus on the baby. But during a checkup in my sixth month, I overhear a chilling conversation. "Mr. Hunt, the baby's developing well, but it's too large. The delivery could put the mother's life at risk." James only laughs, cold and unbothered. "So what if she dies? I only married her to give me children." The smile on my face freezes, and it feels like I have been plunged into ice. His next words cut me even deeper. "She pushed Natasha into the water, and now Natasha can never have children. This is nothing but her retribution." The perfect happiness I think I have is nothing more than a lie. So, I quietly register at another hospital and schedule an abortion. James, I hope you live to regret this.

I fell in love with a man I should never have touched—my brother-in-law, Lucas Zahn. The first time he came to our home with my sister, Quincy, they looked like the perfect couple. He smiled at me, held out a peace talisman bracelet, and said it would keep me safe. I wore it like it was the most precious thing in the world. When the old injury in my ankle flared up, he would scoop me into his arms and rush me to the hospital without a second thought. When thugs tried to harass me, he made them scatter with a single look, then spoke to me in a voice so gentle it made my heart tremble. I told myself I understood—that everything he did was only because I was Quincy’s younger sister. Even so, I clung to those rare moments when I could be near him. Until the night Lucas was drugged by an enemy, his life teetering on the edge. If no one acted, he would die. So, I acted. On that reckless, desperate night, my sister walked in. The sight struck her like a lightning bolt, and she collapsed, her weak heart seizing on the spot. What came next was madness. In a frenzy of rage and panic, Lucas tied me to an operating table. His hands—those hands I once longed to hold—cut open my chest and tore my heart out for her. “When the avalanche hit, Quincy nearly died saving me. I swore I’d treat her well for the rest of my life. That means loving her family, too. I never thought you’d be so shameless. “This is what you owe her!” He never knew that I was the one who saved him in that avalanche. So, I died in agony, my love carved out of me—literally. When my eyes opened again, I found myself back on the night he was drunk.

It was the third Valentine's Day after our marriage. Samuel was complaining to his friends about me, "Noelle's very uptight. She's so boring in bed. It's like doing it with a blow-up doll. I'd never have married her if she wasn't rich." I went to a club and got a model with an eight-pack to please me. Enraged, Samuel demanded an explanation. I eyed him and snickered. "Look at you. You're so flabby. I'd never have married you if you weren't at least good-looking."

“I don’t mix business with pleasure. Ever” that was the first thing he said to me. Marcus Wayne, he was arrogant, a playboy, handsome as the day is long, one of the most eligible bachelors in the city and also my boss so I didn’t mind. But that didn’t stop me from crushing on him, falling for him and ultimately falling into his bed. It was one night only, or so I thought, because now I’m pregnant and he wont let me go. One problem, I’m not sure I want him to.

Matthew Hunt and Ambrose Donovan. Two millionaires, married, but not in love. Both in their mid-thirties and single, it's either they marry each other or their families would set up an arranged marriage with a stranger so the two decided to get married. They were best friends since they came out of their mothers' wombs so they were each other's next best choice. It worked. Their parents stopped hounding them. They lived in the same house, same room, do everything a married coupled would do (except sex), especially around other people, that is until their parents wanted grandchildren.

It is based on the protagonist; Luther, together with his friends, to united the dwellers of the old world and the new world, so they can all live in peace and harmony

A Werewolf's Vow: Mated by the Letter To my dearest stranger, My day has been so tough to the point that I almost wanted to end my life. Wanted to slash my throat with a knife, drink and eat something with poison, or even planned to drown myself. Why was the world so mean to me? Why is my life this miserable? And why can they just leave me alone? I can't take it anymore. I only wanted to live a normal life, away from humiliation, deprivation, and bad luck. So, I'm writing this letter, thinking you might hear me out. Funny, but this is the only way I could express my thoughts. And for the record, this has been my eighth and final letter to send off. And whoever you are, it was nice meeting you. Hopefully, when you get the chance to read this letter, you'd send me something in response. For us to know each other better. I'll be waiting. Love, Joshua Craig.

"Shada... did you enjoy it?" asked a voice that sounded hoarse and so sensual in the ears of the woman who was now in his confinement. The woman named Shada squirmed with her eyes still closed. She felt a soft touch on her cheek, then it started to go downwards. Her lips received warm and soft strokes, letting them continue to go inside and caress every space in her mouth. The red-eyed man with the flames of passion did not stay still. He continued to crush Shada's lips, not allowing any distance between them. Shada really didn't want to wake up from this beautiful dream. She didn't know when exactly, a handsome man she didn't recognize came into her sleep and gave her affection that she never got before. Every night Shada is visited by a very handsome vampire when she already has a fiancé. But his elegance disturbs Shada so much, she can't ignore his charms. So, who will Shada choose?