Novel & Cerita Quotes On Waterfall

Molly's world is unraveling. Her little sister is sick, her parents are drowning in debt, and their home is a week from foreclosure. Out of options, Molly auctions off the only thing she has left: her virginity. It was meant to be a one-time arrangement. No feelings. No complications. But when Billionaire Tanner Mosey offers more money with the strings of a contract, Molly finds herself tangled in something far deeper than she bargained for.

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son gr

A prank gone wrong. Trixie's recklessness destroyed her old life, only to trap her in a fated bond with the Alpha she swore to hate. A choice taken away. Now, after betrayals and forced choices, can she ever forgive the wolf who claimed her, or will she finally choose her own path of revenge?

Recently, whenever I get physically intimate with my wife, Alara Golding, I can never get it up no matter how hard I try. Alara recommends me to get a massage at a men's wellness center in order to regain my ability to do so. Unexpectedly, when I visit the wellness center, I find out that my cousin-in-law, Hannah Rivers, is actually working as a masseuse there. What I don't expect even more is that the way she massages me is seemingly going down the erotic route…

Lukas Reiner built his life based off a promise 9 years ago with Viktor Volkov... the only person who actually saw him and knew him for what he actually was. They dreamed of the same future, the same ice, the same victory together. Until Viktor disappeared without a word, leaving Lukas behind with nothing but silence, rain… and feelings he never got to confess. Now, Lukas is at the top of college... Captain, prodigy and untouchable on ice until Viktor comes back. Colder and older, acting like the past never existed. Their reunion explodes into violence, but being forced to work together drags them into something far more dangerous than hate. The tension turns into stolen moments and thos

To my parents, I was their obedient and kind daughter. To my students, I was their gentle and understanding piano teacher. To my audience, I was the star performer at the cabaret. Of all these different identities, my favorite was by far the last. I enjoyed the hungry gazes that fell on me, searing my skin like flames. I enjoyed the juxtaposition between my different identities, never tired of playing different roles. In a sense, I was born to act, and I was passionately devoted to each of my identities. So, won't you come watch me dance?

Tyrell has always been one for being on his own. He meet someone and then he realises how much love has to offer.

Sarah Blake has always lived in her brother’s shadow, Henry, the school’s hockey team captain — charming, talented, and adored. She is the complete opposite: quiet, curvy, and invisible, working as the team’s intern just to feel close to something important. Then Xavier Cole transfers in. Gorgeous. Arrogant. Brilliant on the ice. And hiding a secret no one knows: He came to destroy her brother. Years ago, Sarah’s father ruined Xavier’s family. Now Xavier plans to get close to Henry… through Sarah. Use her. Break her. Break them all. But the plan changes when he starts falling for the girl he was supposed to ruin. When the truth explodes, Sarah is torn between the brothe

My hand wraps around his wrist, and I try to break free of his hold. It’s no use, so I just dig my fingers into the tendons there and glare at him. “What the hell’s your problem?” His forearm presses against my sternum as he crowds me more, ice-blue mismatched eyes full of unchecked rage. “You’re my fucking problem. Hockey’s little golden boy, coming out here with your good game tonight, acting like you own the sport.” He’s trying to get under my skin, but it won’t work. Unlike him, I don’t let my temper control me, and I definitely don’t toss hands at the drop of a hat whenever I can’t rein in my feelings. Which is why he doesn’t get the reaction he was hoping for, and I snort out a la

"You bastards! You’re worthless! How can you not bring me that woman?” I shouted nervously looking around me at how pathetic my people were. Everyone was silent, and that made me even more p*ss*d off. I had already exited through the back door of the auditorium, so nothing stopped me from spilling my guts on those who disobeyed my orders. So, I punched in all directions and I knocked down whoever fell victim to my fury of blows to the ground. I punched until I was literally tired. “I must have this woman! Do you understand? You will bring her to me whether she wants it!”