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“Chase your euphoria.” Trisha Francisco, a dauntless woman who adored the euphoria of thrill in racing with her motorcycle. She adored the chase of being the undefeatable monster queen of the race. Her competitors were really annoyed by her presence, especially that she always won, but sadly, not in a relationship. Until she crossed-path with a stranger that was laid on the bush who wore a white brief that really didn’t hide the oozing sex appeal of it. But little did she know that because of the stranger she saved would make her life turned upside down.

I had a perception disorder that messed with how I saw and felt stuff. So when I got dropped into a horror game, everyone else freaked out trying to survive— Me? I thought I was in a dating sim. I raised a young fae like she was my kid, fell for the vampire count, and treated the undead like my in-laws. The first time I saw the vampire—face torn up, soaked in blood—I straight-up blushed. "You're really handsome." He froze. Then, low and uncertain: "Am I... really handsome?"

a really good book for you. I hope you like it becuase it tells you a good story. Please read it.

A series of short letters between a teenage girl and boy. I just really hope you all enjoy reading this book.

Yasmin Putri Claresta, a beautiful twenty year old girl, is a popular student at a campus in Jakarta. In fact, this sweet girl is famous for being a barbarian and having fun is her life motto. But what if one day his father really urges him to get married? Matching her with a man she really hated in her life. Unable to refuse her father's orders, Yasmin ended up in front of the altar with the man. Raga Ravindra Malik, his name. The smart young lecturer is charming and turns out to be a widower. How is their domestic life like? Will Yasmin be able to survive with someone she hates?

Third Villacorte is a third year engineering student and the protagonist who is secretly in love with his best friend for over three years since the day they first met at the college gathering, since that day he decided to choose friendship over love and because of that he have to hide his feelings for khai and as the result he'll have to endure the pain of seeing the man he loved flirting different women every week. But everything falls apart when his friend Raizen Valdez discovered his secret feelings towards his best friend. How long can third hide his feelings for his best friend and how long can he endure the pain, is love really made for man and women only? Can we really control our own emotions just todo what we think is right? Do we really need the insight of the society to decided whome we'll gonna love? Let the Khai-Third story prove to you that "love is a very beautiful thing and it shouldn't be limits by gender"

[⚠] WARNING: story contains, 21+, harsh words, Family problem, angst, sex. •Charmer Widower's Boss• Juliana could be crazy, her new boss is really scary, no, not scary fear. Mr. William is a kind, gentle and polite man. However, Juliana really didn't expect the man to ask her to marry him. You guys read that right, totally Married, even though they only met a week ago. The man's reason was so cliché, he felt that he was well-established to support Juliana and that Juliana was also old enough to build a household with him. Juliana is really afraid every day, especially when she sees the way Mr. William looks at her and the way the man tries to get closer to Juliana. Even imagining Juliana was not able to. ❝ Sorry sir, didn't mean to be rude, but I already have a partner, and he said he would be serious with me. ❞ -Juliana. ❝ But I look much more serious when compared to that boy. ❞ -William. --- ChickLit - Problem - Family. -by Imafckgurll. Starts 09 04 2023. On going. Regular updates.

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it is about an omega wolf who gets a second chance. she had to pretend to be weak but never really knew how strong she was

Everyone knew I was hopelessly in love with Hendrick Sam, willing to sacrifice my dignity for him. In the two years we were together, he would drop everything and leave me in the hospital whenever his “one true love” called. People mocked me, saying, “Chloe, you must really enjoy being a doormat.” I just smiled and stayed silent. Later, when he was on his deathbed, he asked, “Chloe, did you ever really love me?” I turned my back on him. Because it was never him I loved, it was his heart.