Pink Sandwich

“Have you healed after the last time?” he asked as he ran his lips down her neck. Eva’s breath shattered a little as she couldn’t push herself to speak, and she simply nodded. “Hm… good.” His words vibrated under her skin like a current. “Let me see.” His hands slipped under her T-shirt, and she took a sharp breath. “P-professor, we are…” Her breath hitched as his hand slid up, her skin aflame. “…in the classroom.” Her protest was embarrassingly weak. “I am aware.” He kissed her collarbone, where there was still a light pink mark—evidence of their last time. His fingers dug into her soft curves, and she arched her back, giving him more access to her neck. He sucked on her tender skin. She give in. —------------------------------------------------------ Falling for your professor is complicated. Finding out he is an Alpha werewolf hiding in human society because his former pack is hunting him for war crimes is a whole different story. ------ Things you’ll like: Human × Werewolf Hidden Identity Fated Mates

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

Yasmin has survived five years of Cole Martinez’s cruelty—his icy contempt, his mother’s vicious words, and the humiliation of watching him parade his mistress around town. She’s learned to stay quiet, stay small, and never fight back. But two pink lines on a pregnancy test change everything. Cole made it clear he never wants children. If he finds out about the baby, Yasmin knows exactly what he’ll demand. Yet for the first time in years, she feels something stirring inside her that’s stronger than fear—a fierce, desperate love for the tiny life growing within her. Now she faces an impossible choice: stay silent and risk everything when her secret shows, or find the courage to run from the only life she’s known. In Cole’s world, defiance comes with a price. But some things are worth fighting for, even if it means losing everything else. Can Yasmin break free before it’s too late, or will her secret become the final chain that binds her forever?

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything, 

Two men, one woman. A love story written in betrayal, revenge, and redemption. Angela Anderson had always dreamed of Hollywood stardom, but her life was stolen before it began. Forced into a loveless marriage with ruthless billionaire Daniel Rourke, she became nothing more than a trophy wife. Labeled barren, humiliated by his family, and ultimately replaced by his pregnant mistress, Angela’s five-year marriage ends in devastation and scandal. One night of whiskey-fueled recklessness with a grey-eyed stranger was supposed to be her escape… until the two pink lines changed everything. Her world shatters again when she discovers her one-night stand is Alexander Voss—her wealthy, dangerously charming ex-boyfriend… and Daniel’s most powerful corporate rival. Alex wants her back. Daniel wants to own her again. And Angela? She wants freedom—until her heart and unborn child pull her into a dangerous tug-of-war between two powerful men who will stop at nothing to claim her. A sizzling enemies-to-lovers romance with betrayal, twin babies, and a fierce heroine who learns that sometimes the best revenge… is loving the man your ex hates most.

Nigel Herrera, playboy, playful, but sweet. Matangkad, maputi, may kakapalan ang kilay, light brown eyes, and pink lips, a drop dead gorgeous that will make every woman's undies drop. Sa dami ng mga babaeng dumaan sa buhay niya ay wala siyang matandaan kung ano ang pangalan ng isa sa kanila. Lumaking busog sa pagmamahal ng magulang. Lexie Mae Thompson, frank and straightforward. Katamtaman ang tangkad, may mahabang itim na buhok, mapulang labi, beautiful, simple but elegant. Walang tiwala sa mga lalaki dahil sa pag-iwan ng kanyang ama sa ina noong pinagbubuntis pa lamang siya kaya mas gusto ang non-commitment relationship. Dahil bored si Lexie ay nagsuhestiyon ang kaibigan niyang si Janine na humanap ng lalaking puwedeng pumayag sa gusto niyang no string attached relationship. At ang candidate na nakita nila ay ang mapaglarong si Nigel. He accepted her offer cheerfully, from that day on- they always entangled their naked body under the sheets.

At the underground black market auction in New York, Lorenzo Moretti won a rare red diamond with a bid so high it made jaws drop. The entire Commission was waiting for the other shoe to drop—waiting to see me become a joke. Because in the Moretti family, every time Lorenzo gives away a diamond, it represents another one of his betrayals. White diamonds are hush money to cover up tabloid scandals. Blue diamonds mean he had a "slip-up" at some wild party. Pink diamonds mean I caught him in his private apartment, rolling in the sheets with another woman with my own eyes. But this time was different. It was a rare red diamond. Everyone guessed the Don was preparing to divorce me. Instead, Lorenzo publicly declared his love. He said this red diamond represented a "Blood Oath"—a symbol of his true heart and loyalty to me. He said that from now on, he would return to the family and pledge his allegiance only to me. Everyone congratulated me on finally taming the Sicilian Wolf. I, however, left the signed divorce papers in the safe, and all alone, I left him forever.

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

On the day I'm supposed to pick up my bride for the wedding, Tracie Mayer, my supposed wife-to-be as well as the heiress of the Mayer family, is replaced by Jayne Cooper, a widowed fishmonger. Everyone in the groom's party laughs and makes fun of me. "Since when are you this thirsty? You don't mind women who have already given birth before, huh?" "I can't believe the heir of the Reeve family is about to marry a widowed fishmonger! Everyone's going to be tickled pink once word gets out!" My family driver's son, Everett Huffman, provokes me on the spot. "This is for treating me like a lowly servant and ordering me to drive you around! That's why Adeline and Tracie decided to avenge me on your big day!" Realization dawns on me immediately. My older sister, Adeline Reeve, and Tracie are standing up for Everett by putting me down. As I turn to stare at Adeline with red-rimmed eyes, she replies nonchalantly, "It's just a wedding ceremony. Endure it like a tough guy you are. "You and Tracie will still get married. We won't let you marry a widowed fishmonger for real."

To prepare for a baby, my wife, Daphne Sinclair, suggested we start working out together and keep each other accountable by tracking our daily step counts. While I was away on a two-week business trip, she ranked first on our Fitbit leaderboard every single night. Then one day, my neighbor suddenly sent me a video. The location tag showed it was filmed right in the parking lot beneath my apartment. "Bro, impressive. Your wife's even hired a personal trainer for her workouts now? That Maybach suspension really hits different." In the video, a pink sports bra I had never seen before hung from the driver’s side window. The car rocked rhythmically, accompanied by Daphne's restrained yet excited breathing. I dialed her number. "Where are you?" Her voice turned soft and coy. "On the treadmill, sprinting. Honey, I'm working so hard for our baby." "Really?" I chuckled. "You've worked so hard the entire neighborhood knows about it." Holding the phone, I said slowly, word by word, "Open the door. I'm bringing you a towel."