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Believe it or not, we assume every love tale as cliche until and unless we dive into it. Both above figures had a kind of part to play here which is cannot even say as cliche. This is a story of my most favourite couple. Yeah, it's a love story, obviously! And their love chapters start on a very very boring note. Him flying back to India and her liking post on Instagram of her friends. Most important, based on their real life love series. ***Wiping tears behind the door hold a memory of precious loss in her childhood and a mysterious misunderstanding leads her to hate Avinash like anything. They haven't seen each other for years... But he wanted to meet her, talk to her. Finally, a day came and they meet which doesn't let them cross paths but instead get them together to ride on a bike of love trip. Meanwhile, both of them already had someone to fix with. If anyone thinks that after falling in love is no trouble then it's no way! Will she keep ignoring her feelings? Will he keep dragging the things? And never confess to her. Can they resist the spark they had in between them? The argue to kiss! ***This is a very twisted romantic love story that stirs hearts, that at times leaves you breathless and that manages to make us believe that, and love can do all things. Peek into Ashiyaan and Avinash's beautiful journey of finding love, hope, and magic in their own universe, which holds a passionate spark in between them.*** And Hey!! It was my first work obviously and I'm very much happy and excited to announce that this story is complete and edited. Shower your love on my book. Sure you are gonna love it.

I'm in the hills for a project inspection when a sudden downpour hits. I lose my footing and tumble down a steep slope. Lying in a pool of blood, I fumble for my phone and call my husband, Joel Grant, who's supposed to be nearby. "Rachel has anxiety. I only brought her back to her hometown to help her unwind. Can you stop being so paranoid and jealous for once? You're due in two weeks. I'll be there, okay? Just behave." In the background, I hear Rachel giggle softly. "The models have to be in their birthday suit for sketching, right?" Joel hangs up without another word. My sister-in-law—and best friend—Chloe Murphy finds me. She's sobbing as she cradles me, desperately trying to call her husband, Michael Grant, for help. "Are all pregnant women insane these days?" Michael snaps. "Don't start with the same manipulative crap as Anna. Joel and I are busy modeling for Rachel. We don't have time for your petty dramas." Then he blocks her. My injuries are too severe. There's no way help will arrive in time. Despite being heavily pregnant herself, Chloe hoists me onto her back and carries me down the mountain to the nearest hospital. Somehow, I survive. My baby doesn't. Chloe, devastated and physically pushed past her limits, loses her child too. "I want a divorce," I whisper with my eyes swollen from crying. "Me too. I'm done with Michael." We filed for divorce together. That's when Joel and Michael finally lose their minds.

Leah is back on the family farm in Mozambique, where she meets doctor Sergio Martinez whom she immediately feels attracted to. But Leah is certainly not happy to see that her ex-husband Ralph is also back here. Apparently to complete the dream eco-holiday destination he originally planned, when they were married to each other. What is really uncomfortable is the fact that he wants her back as his wife. He still wants to make a baby with her! Leah acquired a little bit of money after selling her grandmother's house in Pretoria. And Ralph knows about it. He is a dangerous man if he believes there is money somewhere that he can get his hands on. But for some or another reason, Ralph Jameson suddenly has money of his own as well. Did he inherit it from the much older deceased woman he briefly married, after divorcing Leah? Or did he steal it from her while she was still alive? Sergio Martinez is happy with the card life dealt him. He is a veterinarian working for an international company dealing with the relocation and breeding of wild animals for National Parks all over Africa. The lion project, wildlife sanctuary and hospital for injured animals is on a farm neighboring Hurters Retreat. He rents a flat from John Hurter, as he got himself a pet now, an African Wild cat. Gato needs to be kept away from the vet's patients and other threats in the bush. Hurters Retreat felt like a safe haven for his cat and his heart. But suddenly he is not that sure anymore. Why does it feel as if Leah was the woman he waited for all his life. And why did her ex-husband follow her there? Is this the day trouble started in his paradise?

‎ ‎ ‎Roxanne Ally McBeal never imagined her life would fall apart so quickly. After a year of marriage to Archiver Mathew Montenegro—the enigmatic CEO of Montenegro Inc.—she suddenly found herself signing divorce papers without a single explanation. Heartbroken and blindsided, she ran away, desperate to heal the wounds he left behind. ‎ ‎But fate has a cruel sense of humor. ‎ ‎Years later, Roxanne returns to the Philippines for a major project assigned by her boss. She thought she was finally ready—stronger, steadier, over him. ‎ ‎Until she saw Arch again. ‎ ‎The man she tried so hard to forget now stands in front of her with a request she never expected: pretend to be his wife. His grandmother, whom Roxanne deeply cares for, never knew about their separation—and with her worsening condition, Arch is determined to keep the truth from her. ‎ ‎Roxanne wants to say no. She should say no. But for his grandmother, she can’t walk away. ‎ ‎Now she’s back in the very place where her heart first shattered, living under the same roof as the man who broke it. Every stolen glance, every accidental touch, every unspoken memory threatens to pull her back to a love she’s terrified to feel again. ‎ ‎How long can Roxanne play the role of Arch’s wife before the act becomes real? ‎What happens when old feelings return stronger than before? ‎And if she falls for him again—can she survive another heartbreak? ‎ ‎One thing is certain: pretending has never been this dangerous.

Maturity Warning ️ This story is a dark romance intended for mature audiences (18+). It contains explicit sexual content, predatory behavior, power imbalances, blackmail and taboo themes. Reader discretion is advised. He calls me a monster by day, but claimed me like a slut by night. I am my mother's project and world's greatest miracle. I am her husband's greatest sin. I am a hybrid created in a secret basement with the DNA of my mother and sea creatures. I was designed to be the perfect daughter for my creator who couldn't conceive. But to her husband, I was nothing but a hideous monster that threatened his marriage. Rick despises me. He calls me a lab rat and treats me with a cold cruelty that should make me hate him. Yet my heart and body still aches for him. He punished me with his presence, but behind his mask of fate lies a hunger that contradicts his insult. The tension finally snaps when the house was empty and Rick claimed me as his prey in a violent, possessive act that brands me as his private obsession. But the outside world was waking up. Dr Morgan and his hounds are coming for me, to claim me as their asset. My mother, created a replica of me to be my mate, Kael. With the intention of saving her marriage and sending me away. Now, I am caught in a deadly crossfire. Rick swore to protect me from the Dr Morgan and Kael. But as Dr Morgan's men hunted me down. Rick must make a difficult choice; hand me over to the scalpel, or become a fugitive to keep me by his side. The experiment is over. The war for the miracle had begun.

Si Vance Haidezo, isang friendly, hard working and charismatic Journalist. Naatasan siya para sa isang private project ng TV Station na pinapasukan niya. He will make a documentary film for the daily life of a billionaire heir. Hindi niya inaasahan na ang tinutukoy na tagapagmana ay si Steven Kiazxon. Si Steven Kiazxon na heartthrob, bad boy ay boyfriend niya Vance noong nasa college sila na hanggang ngayon ay mahal na mahal niya. Vance waited him after Steven promised to come back but suddenly disappeared three years ago. Now that they meet again. Akala ni Vance tapos na ang paghihintay niya pero hindi pala dahil hindi na siya kilala ni Steven na nagka-amnesia. Ano ang dapat gawin ni Vance para maalala siya ng nobyo? Paano niya gagawin 'yon kung nakalimutan na din ni Steven ang tunay nitong pagkatao? Na ang kaya din nitong ibigin at pangarapin ay isang lalakeng kagaya niya... "Steven, kung hindi ako maalala ng isip mo, ipapaalala ko 'yon sa puso mo. Ramdam kong alam mong mahalaga ako sayo kaya maghihintay ako hanggang sa maalala mo ako. Nababasa ko sa mga mata mong mahal mo pa rin ako kaya hindi ako susuko." - Vance. Anong misteryo ang matutuklasan ni Vance sa pangyayari tatlong taon na ang nakakaraan na dahilan ng pagkawala ng alaala ni Steven?

His lap is my throne and my body is his salvation. Orphaned and enslaved, I was sold to Prince Erwin's palace to serve as his sex slave. They said the prince drinks blood daily and has a taste for killing people. That only blood, violence, and screams can arouse his sexual desire. His favourite colour was reddish blood, and my hair was red. Perhaps that's why he fell in love with me, made love with me almost every night, but sometimes his demonic side took over and he raped me me brutally. But deep in my heart, I know he loved me. He adorned me with the jewels, burned his own king-father alive, for me. He still chose me even though he was married to a beautiful noblewoman. And I loved him as well. He is the king of my body, my heart, and my soul. The prophecy says that I will die by his hand, and before that happens, I must free him from the curse he was born with. He is the beast, and I am the beauty. Can the beauty heal the beast? **** This story contains some adult concepts such as: - Slavery, Harem, and reverse harem (since the setting is in the 16th. I opposed slavery) - Graphic sexual and violent scenes (stay away if you are under 18) - Bloody vengeance (may be distressing to some readers. If you are easily triggered, it may be best to avoid this book) - Gods, Goddesses vs Demons (Based on Greek mythology, not suitable if you are too religious) This story is a work of fiction, intended to satisfy readers' wildest smut and romantic fantasies. Please do not read this book if you dislike the above topics. You have been warned.

“I thought what we had was real. I never for once played with the thought that you could be playing me.” His hands were running aggressively across his hair. “I was with you for revenge, Shawn. Did you really think you were going to get away with what you did to me?” I queried without remorse. His mouth slowly curled at a corner. “Do you want to know what I'll get away with right now? I'll get away with banging you hard tonight and then dumping you in the morning.” He closed the distance between us, and planted his lips on mine before I could protest. —— Calista Whitaker underwent a traumatic experience at the hands of Shawn Donnelly and his gang at High School. Shawn was holding a night party in his house and had invited Calista to come over and be his date. Calista who had been crushing on Shawn for over five years was elated and gladly went with high hopes. She gave her innocence to Shawn that night but only to wake up the next morning to find Shawn and his friends taking pictures of her naked. Turns out Shawn only approached her over a bet with his friends and soon, Calista’s nudes were flying all over the internet. Calista was both heartbroken and humiliated and her parents had to send her to stay with her grandma in the countryside. Six years later, Calista crossed paths with Shawn once again but as a representative of her company to take on the construction project of the company Shawn owned. Past emotions resurfaced the moment the two met again, and Calista now wanted nothing more than to make Shawn pay for all that he had done to her in the past.

I was the company's marketing director, but my salary had always been only sixteen hundred dollars. One day, Timmy Sunderland from finance accidentally sent the payroll spreadsheet to me by mistake. On it, I saw the lines: Technical Director–10,000 dollars. Marketing Assistant–5,600 dollars. Receptionist–2,000 dollars. It also clearly stated that my salary was ten thousand, but most of it had been deducted and given to Timmy! Only then did I realize that after a decade of service at this company, they still treated me worse than everyone else. I rushed into the office belonging to my boss, Jessica White. "I want an explanation." She said to me, "This is a business decision, and I'm not at liberty to explain anything to you. Haven't you always been the one who understood me the best?" Because I had feelings for Jessica, I gave in. A few days later, when the holiday arrived, I did not rest. I went out to negotiate an investment of five million for the company. I treated the client to dinner and drank with him until I suffered internal bleeding. When I took the receipt of 2,000 dollars to Timmy for reimbursement, he transferred only 100 dollars to me and even said I was just trying to take advantage of the company. Jessica also scolded me to my face. "Only incapable people need to spend that much on clients. Timmy's right, you're just trying to take advantage of the company." This time, I decided not to endure it any longer. In anger, I quit and joined another company. The first project that I was put in charge of was worth over ten million, and Jessica's company was the investment target…

In my previous life, I, Ruth Spencer, fell seriously ill. Because of that, I managed to stop my husband, Zayne Colman, from going on a business trip to the country border. He immediately canceled his flight, pulled me into his arms, and gently comforted me. Over the phone, he gave instructions to my younger sister, Reagan Spencer. "The project comes first. You go in my place." But no one could have known that the so-called business partner was actually a ruthless scam syndicate. Reagan had her organs harvested and was tortured to death. I was devastated. Zayne held my frail body in his arms and hoarsely promised that even though Reagan was gone, he would still love me twice as much. And he kept his promise. For ten years, he never let me suffer at all. In fact, he spoiled me rotten. This went on until the day I gave birth. The pain nearly knocked me unconscious, but Zayne put his hand over the call button to prevent me from summoning help. The words he spoke were laced with malice. "If you hadn't gotten sick at such a convenient time back then, Reagan wouldn't have gone alone! I could have saved her. "It's your fault she's dead! She must feel so lonely down there. You and this bastard child can go keep her company!" That was when I finally realized that our love were nothing but a lie. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day he is about to leave for that trip to the border. This time, I release them to the path leading to freedom, or, in other words, to hell.