Replies That Make Us Flutter

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.

My husband, Tyler Stone, has been dead for seven years. One day, he suddenly comes back to life. Not only does he bring another woman home with him, but he even wants me to give up my position as his wife. "Ruth almost lost her eyes saving me, and I've promised to marry her. Sign the divorce agreement, and I won't kick you out of the house." I'm briefly silent before saying, "I've actually married someone else." He rolls his eyes. "As if. Everyone knows you're desperately in love with me!"

My mate is Ryder Blackwood, Alpha of the pack. As the approaching bonding ceremony, he tells me that his "savior", Isabelle Morrison, is dying. She took a silver dagger meant for him three years ago. Now she is terminal, and her days are numbered. Her last wish, he says, is to leave behind a pup bearing the strongest Alpha blood. I tremble. "What about me? I'm your only mate." His voice is cold, emptied of feeling. "Don't worry. I'll always be your mate." Two days later, I receive the pregnancy test results. Isabelle is five weeks along. Turns out there was never a choice. All I get is a belated notice. What he doesn't know is that I'm the one who took the silver dagger meant for him three years ago. The healer tells me I have, at most, a month to live. I neither weep nor protest. I cancel the bonding ceremony I've dreamed of and quietly book a flight out. It leaves on the very day of the ceremony. Ryder stands at the venue of the canceled ceremony when my message reaches him. It's my unwavering rejection of him as my mate. That's when he finally breaks. For the first time, the Alpha who controls everything tastes a fear that tears the soul. He searches for me frantically, only to find every trace of me erased from his world.

Three days after my death, Dominic Sharp receives a phone call asking him to identify my body. He has an arm wrapped around a woman's waist as he says indifferently, "I couldn't care less if she's dead. Call me once she's been cremated." My body is sent to the crematorium. After putting the ashes into an urn, an employee calls Dominic again. He clucks his tongue impatiently. "Alright, alright. I'll be there soon."

My mate, Alpha Lucius, was kissing me when I heard it slip through his mind-link. “My sweet little pup. Daddy’s moving you and Mommy into the new villa tomorrow. I built it just for you.” That’s when I knew. The villa he’d spent a fortune of my pack’s money on… was a love nest. For his bastard and his whore, Clara. He didn't even notice I'd gone cold, too busy bragging about his re-election as Alliance Chairman. He’d been Chairman for four years. Everyone thought his re-election was a sure thing. But the fool forgot. He was only the most powerful Alpha because of me. He was only Chairman because of me. Because of my Silver Moon Pack. Because of my bloodline. I shoved him away. I sent an urgent mind-link to my father. "Lucius has betrayed the Silver Moon bloodline. He and that omega bitch… they’re going to die."

I gave everything to save my fated mate, Alpha Austen. I even lost our pups. Twice. But he gave all the credit to his adoptive sister, Seraphina. He called me weak. Useless. He always chose her tears over my scars. He even stood by as her poison shattered my wolf spirit. As I lay dying, I watched him hold my killer and whisper, “I know it wasn’t your fault. This was her fate.” Then I opened my eyes. And I was back. Back before it all went wrong. This time, I’m done explaining. Done sacrificing. Right in front of him, I disguised a potion that would sever our mate bond as a "blessing elixir" and held it to his lips. “My love,” I said, “drink this. It’ll help you comfort your poor little sister.” He drank it without a second thought. In thirty days, under the Blood Moon, our mate bond will be severed for good. But only when I was truly gone did he finally regret it. He knelt before me, again and again, calling himself my fated mate. Begging me to take him back.

Mackenzie Marquess, a girl who can sacrifice her happiness for him. That Friday night Kenji Ferrell and Mackenzie spent together change everything. They begin to have a secret relationship to satisfy their needs... his needs. As their relationship continues, they keep on making mistakes and lying to everyone they cared about. However, a relationship formed but lust can destroy one's heart and doesn't last. Mackenzie tried to make Kenji fall inlove with her but all her effort becomes waste when Kenji's family and her dad stand in-between them. She made a hard decision on leaving Kenji and not telling him about her pregnancy. Years passes both of them are living the life they wanted, and forgetting the past, destiny plays with them once again as their path crosses on an event. Will their story have another chapter? Can Kenji meet his son? Will Kenji give up everything just to get her back?

My car was passing by the entrance of the office when I saw both my sisters 'wrestling' vigorously with a bum. I wasn't surprised, however, even recording a video of it and sending it to the biggest news outlet of the country, saying, "I want it seen across the world before 7pm." After all, in my last life, those two sisters were so keen to please Harold Langford that they allowed him to steal my birthright all he wanted. I bore with it because they were family, and ended up resting in pieces. But now that I had a second chance, I would return the favor. At the company gala, Harold once again took my seat as he snorted at me haughtily. "Hmph! If Ellie and Jennie didn't insist on showing you how the world works, a poor college student like you wouldn't even make it through the front door!" "Know your place and don't cause me trouble, or they will have you beaten to a pulp!" Seeing that he was still running his mouth, I kicked him three feet away as I chuckled. "Who do you think you are? How dare you strut when you're just a gigolo who only knows how to please hags!"

He pushed me roughly, grabbing my legs and humping his hard d**k on my p*ssy gate. "Fuck! we shouldn't be doing this." he hissed under his breath. "Shhh." I whispered to his ears. "You opened my legs, inserted your sausage inside my cherry...and now you are backing off? Daddy, something is considered forbidden, only when you make it so." **********(Flashbacks). “Samantha Monroe, do you take Dominic Vance to be your lawfully wedded husband?” Cierra's breath caught under the veil. The name wasn’t hers, it was her mother's. But the entire church waited. Cameras flashed. And somewhere, her mother was still trapped in a courtroom on the other side of the city, where her flight was with-held. “I… do.” The words came out barely a whisper. Dominic’s fingers brushed hers as he slid the ring on. Warm. Certain. He didn’t know the woman beside him wasn’t his bride.. only the bride's daughter. It was supposed to be a cover-up, a harmless favor to protect her mother’s reputation for a few hours. But one signature turned the lie into law, and one look from Dominic, created a huge lust in her... a temptation that made her realize there would be no easy way out. When her mother finally returned, victory in court, she found her new husband already captivated by her daughter, the girl who’d worn her veil. Now the secret binds all three of them: A daughter carrying a forbidden truth, A mother desperate to reclaim the man meant for her, and A husband torn between the woman he promised and the one he can’t forget. In a world where every vow hides a sin, Cierra must learn that not all that glitters is gold… sometimes, it’s her stepdad.

My daughter’s kindergarten held a family event, and I rushed there, only to see her holding hands with my wife’s male secretary. “Daddy,” she said, “I wish our family could stay like this forever.” I watched as the three of them hugged, radiant with happiness. Suddenly, exhaustion washed over me. Later, I filed for divorce. Then I left to teach in rural villages for thirty years. If I couldn’t light the lamp in my own home, I’d at least illuminate the path for others.