Poems On Forgiveness And Love

A cross, over 5 generations ago dawned on Serene Brook, a bubbly yet exceptional beauty. She found out that she inherits the gene of werewolf and they are active in her. Fate brought Mountain Manuka pack werewolves in her path and everything spiraled off when she found out that King Samrat, the king to all werewolf has been looking for her for the past 200 years. Amidst gaining way into her newfound lycanthrope ability, she was thrown into a love triangle with Alpha Zaden and his Beta Orien. Will she be able to outsmart King Samrat? Will she find her true soulmate?

Prince Jamal of Zedora is cursed with an ice-cold heart, unable to feel anything—joy, sorrow, love, or hate. That changes when he meets Sarafina Belaird. Sarafina, a maiden burdened by her cruel stepfamily, ends up in the palace after a chance encounter with the prince. Her fear deepens when she learns she is the Sheba, the one destined to break his curse. To make things worse, she begins to fall in love with him.

Clara is a billionaire who's company is worldwide famous. She is kind, caring, generous and warm-hearted. She lives her life calmly and is emotionally very stable. That is until she meets Andrew. Clara would always lose her calm in front of him. The two always end up arguing or fighting. Andrew is also a billionaire but he has a personality which is completely opposite of Clara's. He is rude, mean and cold-hearted. He is after Clara to marry her to save his own company from the evil clutches of his father. But after an incident he slowly starts to fall for Clara. His cold heart finally starts to melt. Will the love between the two blossom?

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

I woke up to the morning sun shining dimly into my room, directly into my face. The feeling of a rough hand resting lightly on my stomach, I turn over and my eyes widen with shock. How the hell did my Chief end up in my bed? What did I do last night? I tried my hardest to remember what all went down at the mandatory command picnic… I remember going out to a bar outside of base. I remember dancing, after running into a friend from my previous command, that left a year after I got there, because she got transferred to a new command. I remember her buying me shots, to celebrate our reunion and working together again. But then everything went blank….

When her son is kidnapped by her ex, Karl, the leader of the most powerful rebel group Kylie is forced to seek help from her ex-mate, Arnold, the Alpha of the Greenwoods pack They worked together, but their long abandoned love for each other resurfaces. Would they acknowledge it? Or let it go down the drain

Victoria Larei Fraser went to jail for murdering her brother. At the age of 27, she was released on parole and Victoria wants nothing more than to move on and live her life in peace. However, the peace she wants is nowhere to be found as the London Don had been searching for her.

Who never had it hard? André Pastore reunited with his family after 19 years. A night changed everything for him and his brothers, Drake and Enzo Pastore as Emily Foreman who wanted to enjoy the night as a graduate entered their lives subconsciously. They found themselves attracted to her seamlessly and with less effort. But, Emily is not the type that enjoys the company of men. She only takes pleasure in seducing them and leaving them to fight their sexual urges themselves – she counts this as punishment for everything she has faced in life. The three brothers; Sons of Raymond Pastore, the renowned billionaire, fell in love with Emily who catches fun with men and dumps them when she wants. She faced an ill fate when she found out that the three men she was trying to play with were brothers. Deep inside each one of them, she didn't know what to do. Three brothers in her life right now, she wants to choose one, but who would she choose? This is a story of love, family, and secrets.

[THE FRENCH HEIRS SERIES #1] Leave the past behind. Eyes on the present. Heads up to the future. Calli Montecillo is back on track and she's ready for anything the world wants her to face. But what she wasn't ready for was the beholder of the hazel-brown eyes that wouldn't let the butterflies in her stomach rest. Would the butterflies be tamed if love would set aflame?

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.