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Llevo diez años casada con Nicolás. He conocido a cada una de sus novias. Cada vez que se aburría y quería cambiar, yo era su mejor pretexto para terminar con ellas: —Si te casas conmigo, vas a terminar igual que ella. Nos acostumbraríamos tanto el uno al otro que se perdería toda la emoción. En nuestro aniversario de bodas, yo le secaba las lágrimas a la universitaria que acababa de dejar, mientras él llevaba a su nueva conquista al cine. Cuando se acabó el paquete de pañuelos, fue como ver un reflejo de mi pasado. Así que le pedí el divorcio. Su reacción fue de una confusión genuina, algo raro en él. —¿No vas a esperar un poco más? Tal vez lo nuestro pudo funcionar. Le dediqué una sonrisa vaga, sin responder, y compré un boleto de avión para cruzar el océano. Ya no podía esperar a que cambiara, así que decidí dar el primer paso.

Isabelle Bradly has had a secret crush on the school's hottest badboy, Kyle Westley who mysteriously wants to nothing to do with the female gender even though he's not gay, he has a bitchy girlfriend, Kaylee Roy, the Queen Bee of Ivory High, he doesn't like her not to talk of love because their past. There's a reason why he has zero interest in girls but that didn't stop them from wanting him. What happens when he gets drawn to Isabelle, a girl he never noticed, he can't explain why, he feels she's his human mate but he can't prove that to her. Humans. What happens after she clocks Eighteen and on full moon, she discovers she's a werewolf and realizes her crush is too but not just one but an Alpha. They get closer than ever after he imprinted on her but this Alpha already has Kaylee as he's Luna but she's not his mate. This love triangle turns into something when Kaylee decides to kick Isabelle out of the picture by digging up dark secrets that will jeopardize Kyle's and Isabelle's relationship. Their love story turns into forbidden romance when secrets from the past are finally revealed and it leaves everyone in shock and dilemma.

Padgett Ryan, had a big crush on her childhood best friend, her mother's former boss' son Cameron Adrian, for as long as she could remember but was too scared to admit it, at age thirteen she had to leave with her mother when she got a new job, she was grateful to that but then fate play a fast one on them, bringing them together, he is no longer the innocent, decent boy but a complete playboy. She knows better than to get into a relationship, with a playboy and a boy from a different world but what happens when they kiss on one drunk night of his?

A stage actress who never had much luck in love is aiming for one of the leading roles in the biggest play of the year. Unknowingly, her way to the performance day will be much more complicated and dangerous, especially after her secret crush, Clayton Sommers, the campus heartthrob and also quite famous movie actor, suddenly meddles in it. As the performance gets nearer, the bigger problems unveil. The perfect guy she saw earlier wasn't as perfect as she thought it would be. But their performances, lives (and bodies) are already entwined.

It was never Mila's intention to send explicit images of herself to her crush's father. The realization that her dad's best friend had seen her nude was a nightmarish thought she wished to wake up from. To her surprise, Mr. Williams requested another naked picture of her. But she couldn't comply. He was her crush's father and her father's best friend. How could she possibly act like nothing had happened when they were coming over for dinner? Feeling trapped as Mr. Williams cornered her. He used one hand to pull up the bottom of her dress and the other to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her to arch her back. "Please," Mila whispered. "Please, Mr. Williams." A moan involuntarily escaped her lips as she felt his erection pressing against her buttocks. "You have no idea how much power I hold over you, Mila," he murmured. "Anything I desire, you will give me, or do you want me to show your father the picture you sent me?" Mila's grip on the counter grew tighter as she pushed her backside against him. This was all a mistake. It felt so wrong. "What do you want?" she asked. "You, on your knees in front of me."

Estuve cinco años casada con el heredero de la familia Romano, la más poderosa del crimen organizado en Italia. Cada noche, me abrazaba y susurraba: —Solo dame un heredero, y le daré todo el imperio Romano. Pero nunca quedé embarazada, y la decepción del jefe de la mafia hacia mí crecía con cada mes que pasaba. Hasta que descubrí que mi esposo había estado cambiando a escondidas mi ácido fólico por pastillas anticonceptivas. Aún me tambaleaba por la furia cuando vi una publicación de su exnovia: una foto de ultrasonido. Su mensaje era dulce y presumido: —Diez semanas. Vincent dice que no puede esperar para conocer al bebé. Al ver la avalancha de felicitaciones, tomé una decisión. Busqué los datos de contacto de mi exnovio, aquel que había pasado los últimos cinco años intentando recuperarme, y le envié un solo mensaje: "Dame un mes. Luego voy contigo."

Sixteen years old spoilt brat, with weird quotes from her diary, Katherine Amelia Jones is being stripped off her position as the only child when her Dad remarries a woman with five children, who she develops this sudden hatred for. From being bullied to getting wanted and longed for, by her bully, her step brother.Things takes a sullen turn when she finally lets her guard down and gets involved in a proscriptive relationship with the eldest male of her step siblings.***A mind blowing story filled with suspense. Totally worth reading.

When Deanna finds out that she has to do one more thing to graduate she is taken by surprise. She has to go to the one professor she had a crush on years before and see if he will take her on as a TA. Max looks up to see the one student he wanted in the five years he had been teaching standing there asking for a job. After his internal debate he accepts but he finds he has certain conditions. Everything around the two starts to fall apart as they grow together. The three book series is now complete.

Have you ever tried pleasing someone your whole life? You do whatever they want you to do, you ignore yourself and your needs just to please them? You put them first as your priority in hope to earn thier trust, But then they don't acknowledge or appreciate your efforts, instead they compare you to your peers, Lecture you in public, complian about every mistake you make, give advice but never encourage. Always want you to be perfect, makes you feel useless and worthless with thier hurtful words, and sometimes even wish for your death. Well if you've ever felt this way, you would be the same as Whitney Hayes. In the midst of a secret crush on her childhood friend and an overbearing mother, Let's find out if Whitney would get true happiness in Hidden Scars Book cover credits goes to the real owner/s

En la entrega de premios del Concurso Mundial de Diseño de Joyería, mi hermanastra, Sandra, se llevó el gran premio. Usó los diseños que me robó. Lo que no sabía era que el mayor patrocinador del evento era Jude Moretti. El Padrino de la familia Moretti. Un monstruo sediento de sangre, marcado por una explosión, un hombre del que dicen que nunca podrá tener hijos. ¿Y el gran premio? Convertirse en la esposa del Padrino. Esa noche, los hombres de Moretti, todos de negro, entregaron un contrato de matrimonio con ribetes de oro. Habían venido por la "diseñadora genio". Mi prometido, Marco, entró en pánico y llevó a Sandra a Las Vegas para salvarla. Se casaron esa noche. Con el matrimonio hecho, Sandra regresó pavoneándose, vestida con mi bata de seda. Mostró el anillo en su dedo y los chupetones por todo su cuello. —Marco es mío ahora —ronroneó—. ¿Qué vas a hacer, Odessa? El Padrino solo te da un día. Si no te casas con él, la Familia tendrá que apaciguarlo. Eso significa enviarte al barrio rojo. Venderte a la clase de psicópata que se excita con cosas rotas. Ella estaba equivocada. Yo tenía otra opción. Encontré a mi padre y a mi madrastra, ambos luchando por lidiar con el contrato. —Lo haré —dije—. Me casaré con el Padrino.