Romantic Drama

Mi amiga, Sofía Santos, la misma que siempre juró que jamás se casaría, me acompañó a la clínica el día de mi inseminación artificial. Pero justo cuando estaba por elegir la muestra de esperma... ¡me la robó! En ese instante lo entendí: ella también había vuelto a vivir. En mi vida anterior, yo solo quería tener un hijo mestizo, así que decidí hacerlo por mi cuenta. Recuerdo que Sofía se burlaba de mí, diciéndome que era una tonta por querer tener un hijo de un desconocido. Lo que nadie imaginó fue lo que vino después: dos semanas más tarde terminé en la corte real. Resultó que el donante que había elegido era, nada menos, que un príncipe extranjero. No solo quiso casarse conmigo, sino que juró que nuestro hijo heredaría el trono. De repente, mi hijo y yo nos convertimos en figuras importantes de la familia real. Las joyas que me regalaban pesaban tanto que apenas podía sostenerme de pie. Mientras tanto, Sofía, tan obsesionada con sus ideas de liberación y ese afán de ir siempre contra todo, terminó metiéndose con la gente equivocada. La despidieron de su trabajo y quedó vetada de la industria. Cuando se enteró del bautizo de mi hijo, viajó desesperada para buscarme. Pero en cuanto la recibí, hizo lo impensable: empujó a mi hijo al suelo, matándolo al instante, y luego me arrojó ácido. —¿Por qué a ti te va tan bien? —gritaba—. ¡Eres una maldita desgraciada, no lo mereces! Cuando volví a abrir los ojos, estaba otra vez en el mismo día... el día en que Sofía me acompañó a la clínica.

Para sair com a assistente no dia de Natal, meu marido colocou calmantes no leite em pó da nossa filha. Enquanto eu corria aflita para levar Isabela ao hospital com febre alta, acabei vendo, por acaso, Renato subir as escadas com a assistente no colo. — A Camila torceu o pé. Vim acompanhar ela no atendimento! Nossa filha estava sendo operada, e ele sequer olhou para trás. Apertei com força o bilhete premiado de dez milhões de reais no bolso. Já era hora de desistir desse casamento de sete anos.

En mi octavo mes de embarazo, mi esposo —agente de investigaciones— por fin logró sacar un poco de tiempo y me acompañó por primera vez al hospital para mi control prenatal. Pero apenas cruzamos la entrada, su teléfono satelital encriptado comenzó a vibrar con insistencia. El nombre en la pantalla apareció solo un instante, pero a él, que siempre se mantiene sereno, le bastó para ponerse tenso de inmediato. —Amor… hay una alerta roja. Acaba de aparecer otro fugitivo internacional. Yo… lo siento… Se le notaba la angustia. Con ese tono firme, propio de quien está acostumbrado a dar órdenes sin réplica, se disculpó a toda prisa… y se fue. Me quedé mirando cómo su todoterreno se alejaba a toda velocidad, hasta desaparecer. Para entonces, mis uñas ya habían destrozado el formulario del control prenatal. Con mi enorme vientre, salí a la calle, detuve un taxi y dije sin perder tiempo: —Hola, siga a ese vehículo. Ja… ¿un fugitivo con alerta roja? Vaya mentira más absurda. Ni siquiera la Oficina de Seguridad Nacional de mi padre recibió ningún aviso. Y él, siendo apenas un simple inspector que solo asistía en los casos… ¿qué “fugitivo” tan urgente tendría que atrapar? “Quiero ver con mis propios ojos quién es ese jefe que se atreve a darle una orden tan urgente”.

No dia em que meu pai apareceu no banquete com a ex-namorada, a notícia se espalhou na internet, e todos riram da minha mãe. Ela tinha abandonado uma carreira promissora para entrar em uma família rica, mas após trinta anos ela continuava sendo uma anônima, sem posição, sem sequer a coragem de confrontar a amante. Após chorar uma noite inteira, minha mãe me olhou exausta. — Foi ele quem me traiu primeiro. Então, eu também não o quero mais. — Ela disse. — Lili, você vem comigo? Nesse mesmo instante, meu celular vibrou com uma mensagem do meu namorado com quem eu estava há sete anos: [Lívia, é só uma certidão de casamento. Não está bom só sendo minha namorada?] Permaneci em silêncio por alguns segundos e, por fim, assenti com a cabeça. Assim, no dia do casamento deles, minha mãe e eu desaparecemos no incêndio da mansão.

A young girl starting her senior year of high school, busy parents, drama at school, a boy she tries to deny her feelings for but little does she know he feels the same way she does, but she doesn’t want the drama but she can’t help how she feels, bad things happen and she just wants to get through school so she can leave her crappy town and move on and make something of herself but Keegan refuses to give up on her. Will she eventually give in and give him a chance or will Destiney turn him away and live her life the way she wants to.

Hazel Andrea, a two-goody-shoes girl, would do everything to prove herself worthy of her dad's attention and the Jameston name, even if it means she has to marry their family's rival's grandson - Elijah Grayson. Despite that, Hazel held on to the tiny strand of being a hopeless romantic that love could grow within them. But can love grow within piles of lies and secret stories of demise? Is love enough to keep them from turning against each other?

After a totally disastrous marriage, she has decided to keep her heart locked away for the rest of her life from the most hurtful things that can ever come to her. To be precise, men. She has finally realised that it’s so stupid to rely on any man or bid her own happiness on them. Even if it can be tough to be a bread earner and a single mom at the same time, even if she feels lonely at times, she will never ever enter any romantic relationship anymore. There’ll only be one person she will love with her whole heart, her babies. She can do this, and she must do this, because she is an independent strong woman who is the owner of her own fate. However what happens when the man she has solely voted to be away from comes to her aid? He comes back and asks her to be his wife? “Marry me ex-wife” on his knees, he begs. “Sorry, ex-husband, I can’t.”

Jade Smith is a beautiful Jamaican woman who just so happened to catch the eye of billionaire, Nathan Masters. Jade is currently running from her past only to run into the arms of a man she didn't expect. Jade is black and Nathan is white but it doesn't matter to them or their families or at least that's what Nathan thought. Insert a crazy ex, an unexpected pregnancy and a blast from the past- they have their work cut out for them. Will there love survive all the drama or will they call it quits?

Alise Ambroise, the one and only daughter of the Ambroise Family and the next heir who caused a huge impact on the world once they knew she was still alive. Everyone thinks she's dead, but the truth is she is still alive and well. Once she returned being the heir of the Ambroise family she embarked on her new journey at Prestigious Academy. There she will encounter drama, danger, betrayal, friendship, and love. But loving this person has a consequence as she is to fall in love with one of her bodyguards. (Re-written as a new novel from "Protecting The Heir")

R18|ROMANCE|DRAMA|MATURECONTENT Cassandra Monasterio, a loving and caring daughter. She had never done things that her parents would dislike; she had always been an obedient child. Not until one day, her father told her to marry someone she doesn't even know. For the first time in her life, she opposed her parent's plan. But her decision was reversed when she found out the truth behind her father's sudden proposal. Andrei Villa Cruz, a famous and wealthy businessman; the person her father chose to marry her. Cassandra could do nothing, but to accept everything. In the end, she just prayed for a peaceful marriage with her husband. However, even before the wedding came, her hopes flopped. She discovered that her fiancé has a relationship with another girl. At that moment, she knew... their marriage would fail. It will just be an empty cage where the two of them are chained to each other. A loveless marriage.