Philosophy About Understanding Yourself

As Christmas approached, my fiancé Marcus Shadowhowl, the next-in-line Alpha of the Shadowhowl pack, rejected my invitation for a date and instead planned to take his assistant Sienna Nightsky to the beach on a vacation. Known as the perfect Luna-to-be, I didn’t cry or beg. I even thoughtfully helped him plan the trip. He kissed me gently and said, “Lorelei, you’re the most understanding werewolf in the world.” I smiled as I saw them off—then turned around and went to have an abortion. Why? Because in my past life, I had begged him to stay with me using the pup in me. But in the end, Sienna was brutally murdered at the beach. Outwardly, Marcus still treated me tenderly, but in his heart, he blamed me for her death. When I was about to give birth, he tricked me into going to the beach and issued a ruthless order to his subordinates. “Are we really going to dissolve the Luna’s child with silver? That’s too cruel!” “Yes. She killed Sienna. This is the punishment she deserves!” It was only then, in utter agony, that I realized Marcus had always held a grudge against me. Now that I’ve returned to the time before everything happened, I didn’t stop him from going on vacation with his assistant. Everyone laughs at my foolishness. But what they don’t know is that Marcus will eventually regret it and beg me to come back to him.

Julian Fontaine came to Boston University with one goal: win the annual skating championship. He is a focused and disciplined figure skater with no time for distractions. Asher Beckett on the other hand is a loud golden-boy hockey jock, and the last person Julian wants anywhere near his ice. But when sharing a rink turns into stolen glances and unexpected late-night practices, Julian starts to wonder if falling for Asher might be the one risk worth taking. Because love, like skating, is best when you finally let yourself fall.

Alexander Blackwood has never been one to bow to anyone’s expectations—except now, he must. His family insists he marry a woman he doesn’t know to satisfy an unusual arrangement. But the moment he meets Bella Harrington, the last person he expects—or wants—to be tied to, sparks fly. Bella Harrington is fiercely independent and has her own reasons for agreeing to this sudden engagement: her family’s business is on the brink of bankruptcy, and this marriage could save them. She doesn’t know Alexander, and she certainly doesn’t want to be trapped in a situation orchestrated by adults who think they know what’s best. From the first awkward dinner to the shocking revelation that they’ll be married for ninety days—with the promise of divorce if they can’t get along—Alexander and Bella clash at every turn. Sharp wit, stubborn pride, and a shared history neither of them fully remembers ignite a fire neither can ignore. Forced into daily proximity, their battles of words, clever tricks, and teasing insults slowly give way to understanding, trust, and undeniable attraction. But can they navigate the walls of pride, old grudges, and family pressure in just ninety days—or will they part ways forever, convinced they can’t stand each other? 90 Days to with Bella is a steamy, witty enemies-to-lovers romance about pride, second chances, and the surprising ways love can find you when you least expect it.

Casey Whelan had her life turned upside down when her father was accused of being a traitor. Now, she was no longer the daughter of a prestigious Alpha, but a slave to the fearful King Johannes Vaughan. “No, Miss Whelan. You are to be a breeder.” “I don’t want to be a breeder! And if I ever get to have a child, I will not be parted from it!” “That is not something you should concern yourself with.” She knew the truth then: they would kill her. Is Casey going to be able to change her fate? Or is she going to perish at the hands of the Alpha King?

They had lost control of what society expected of them. As well as their trust in one another in light of their unexpected circumstances. Despite their desire to give it another shot, fate has been unkind to them, and it has become impossible for them both to mend not only their relationship but also themselves. How can you expect to love someone else if you can't love yourself? This is true, at least according to Garette. It will always be Garette and no one else for her, with the thought 'Losing control of the things around them' at the same time, losing Garette in the process.

Rocco Falcone, who is the Falcone family's Don and my so-called husband, hangs up on me for what feels like the 99th time. Having been diagnosed with leukemia, I haul my ravaged body into the family lawyer's office. "I'm here to file for a divorce," I said. … When Rocco hears about it, he barges in with my family ten minutes later. The moment he enters, he slaps me. "Did you use the emergency line just to ruin Sofia's big night? Are you out of your mind?" Lily Marone, my mom, snatches the diagnosis right out of my hand and skims through it. She chuckles dismissively. "Did you fake being sick just to get attention? How many lies have you told since you were a kid, Claire?" Sofia Moretti holds Rocco's arm with tears in her eyes. "Forgive me, Claire. I shouldn't have taken the position. Please stop hurting yourself and Rocco." I wipe the blood from my mouth and turn back to the lawyer. "I have no family left. Please hurry with the divorce paperwork. I need it settled before my cremation in three days."

Sequel to Shattered Heart: My Ex-Husband Wants Me Back. Abused by her only drunken father, isolated by her many schoolmates and teachers, Rebecca's life could not have gotten any worse. Not when she was already struggling with her studies, and make whatever she could in her part-time jobs. Or so she thought, when she found out her father owed much money from a mafia group, and offered to sell herself away to pay it off. All this time, she had been honoring her mother's wish to not leave her father alone, and this was what she got in return? To be sold off to some horrible men who will undoubtedly have their way with her?! "Since you offered yourself to this, you need to take responsibilities for your action." She did not expect, however, for her new owner to be him. To be the one man who was the only person who never treated her with disdain. Nor did she ever think she will find out things about him she was better off not knowing. Christian Riverdale. Son of Forrest and Kiara Riverdale. By day, he is the star athlete of Dayton High. Popular, and untouchable by even the teachers and principals, and police officers. Come night, on the other hand... 'Christian Riverdale is leader of a mafia?... He's a werewolf?!'

“You helped your sister to run away with her boyfriend, right?” Aadil Waziri yelled at his newlyweds wife Inayat and he shook her head. “I didn't know she would run away.” She defended herself. “That means you knew. Then you could have told me about that. I would have backed out. I would never marry her forcefully. Now see what you have gotten yourself into. You spoiled both of our lives. You are stuck with me forever and me with you. But you have to pay for it. I will make your life hell. You are really my wife in papers but I will never claim you as my wife.” Pointing his finger at her he snarled at her. “Then why did you agree to marry me? You could have said no to this marriage.” Now Inayat lost her temper and yelled at him which enraged him more and he grabbed her jaw firmly, looking deadly into her eyes. “Because I want to ruin your life. You have to pay for your sister’s faults all your life. Welcome to my hellhole.” Saying that he let go of her face with a jerk and started laughing like a maniac.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...

His hand slid beneath my dress, fingers curling around my thighs with a possessive grip. "I always knew that scumbag couldn't treat you right," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly as his lips traced a slow path from my jaw to my neck. "Still can't figure out what you ever saw in him." I drew in a shaky breath as his hands moved higher, fingertips brushing the band of my panties, sending a jolt of heat through me. "Women like you are prizes, Sienna," he whispered against my lips, the words melting into my skin. My grip on his shirt tightened, knuckles white. "And prizes? They're meant to be fucking claimed. Owned." In the haze of intoxication, Alexander Grayson looked like the most beautiful thing on Earth—or perhaps he really was. "Can... can you make me forget about Ryatt?" I breathed, my voice trembling. A smirk tugged at his lips, dark and predatory, as his hand slid inside my panties, finding the heat of my wet, aching pussy. A soft moan escaped me, and I clung to him, every nerve alight."I'll make you forget about yourself, flower," with that he crushed his lips to mine. *** From the moment I met Alexander Grayson, I despised him with everything I had. But when with fate's cruel sense of humor he forced his way into my life, everything changed. He was everything I loathed—a womanizer, a violent monster, a spoiled heir with an ego larger than life itself. He should have meant nothing to me. Yet, I learned the truth the hard way: nothing about Alexander Grayson was ever simple. Alex dragged me into the hell he'd created, where he sat as the devil on the throne of darkness And the most terrifying part? I didn’t want to….escape.