Said Synonyms Novels & Stories

My husband, Jonathan Rivers, was a notorious playboy in Polesburg's elite circles. Beautiful women surrounded him constantly, yet he claimed to have fallen for me at first sight, saying it was a love that would last forever. He dismissed all the other women around him for my sake. Everyone said I was his destined soulmate. Seven years into our marriage, I had seven abortions for him, simply because he said he did not like children. Then on Father's Day, I saw him on his secretary's social media feed. The same man who claimed to be away on business was there with a child beside him, calling him "Daddy" loudly. It turned out that when he said he did not like children, he meant that he did not like children with me. I dialed his number through tears. "Do you want another wife?"

"I don't like a fresh stake," My husband said while making love with his secretary in front of me, I married him for the sake of our company but he never dare to touch me, because I'm V, and that the thing disgusts him, I run to a club because of jealousy but after I wake up, the most famous perverted and playboy businessman is naked in the same bed with me, "What the hell have I done?" I said while looking at my body.

“There is nothing to think about.” I said, with an edge to my voice. “You may be right, but this doesn't change anything. I'm not returning to that pack.” “Then we all are going to die.” he said, with ice in his voice. “Including you.” ***************** Following the revelation of a century year old prophecy, the fate of the White Moon pack lies on the decision of a twenty-one-year-old — Clary Tompkins. Will she return to save the pack who betrayed her? Or would she leave them to suffer an awful fate that could bring their end?

"Please Daddy, fuck me like your little bitch!" and that's all it takes for Desmond to slide his cock into my already wet pussy and he started to fuck me faster. I moaned softly as his cock slammed into my pussy. "Oh fuck, yes," I said as I felt my pussy tighten around his cock. "Am gonna cum Daddy," I said between shaken breaths. "Then don't let me stop you," Desmond said and with that, I exploded all over his cock but he kept thrusting and after a few thrusts, he pulled out and came all over my ass. We both collapsed on the bed breathing fast, "I need to go now Tasha, I can't keep Mary waiting," Desmond said as he stood up from the bed and began to dress. "Oh come, Desmond, it's not like she can satisfy you the way I do," I said angrily as I pulled the blanket over my naked body. "It doesn't matter, she is my wife" "And what about me?" I asked, Desmond turned and looked at me before saying. "I don't know" In the beginning, his words were like sweet poison, luring her deeper into his web of manipulation. She longed for the love she thought he could give, but instead, she found herself trapped in a toxic embrace. Tasha a beautiful young lady finds herself entangled in a forbidden affair with her sister's husband, hoping to win his love and perhaps even lead him away from her sister. However, as emotions intensify and loyalties are tested, Tasha soon realizes that her misguided intentions have set off a chain of events that will forever alter the dynamics of their family.

"WTH, are you doing?" She asked, pushing him away but Kabir had other plans. He pulled her towards him and kissed her luscious lips. "Never take a man's name except me with these beautiful lips." He said tracing her lips. "Leave me." She said, crying a little. Kabir pushed her onto the bed and hovered over her, looking at her intensely. "What are you doing?" She asked, getting scared. "Something which will make you moan again." He said and kissed her lips sensually. ***** Adrita Das, a girl seeking happiness and peace in life. She doesn't want bad for anyone but she always wants the best for her. She didn't know that to get happiness one will also have to bear the pain. And about pain, it is so much stored in her fate. What will happen when her past will enter her life to destroy her happy world?

At our engagement party, my sister said she saw my fiancee at the hospital for a prenatal checkup. Inga Lane looked at me nervously, then smiled and handed the test results to our parents. “I’m one month pregnant.” Both families were over the moon. I was the only one who could not smile. After everyone left, Inga said, “I’m sorry. I’m pregnant. I was drunk that night. The baby is Xion’s.” I clenched my fists and tried to stay calm. “Then, why did you come to the engagement today?” She leaned toward me and said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to marry Xion. He has cancer. He doesn’t have much time left. “We grew up together. He’s the only child in his family. I just wanted to give him a child to carry on his family line.”

To prevent me from being jealous of my stepmother's son, my dad implemented a "family point system". Washing dishes earned 1 point, and getting a perfect score on a test earned 10 points. Accumulating 1000 points meant you could make a wish come true. When my stepbrother broke a vase, Dad said it was a sign of good luck and awarded him 50 points. When I insisted on going to school with a fever, Dad said I was trying to garner sympathy and deducted 100 points. I scrambled to scrape together every point I could, all for that exorbitant Math Olympiad registration form. On the day I finally accumulated enough points, my stepbrother cried and said he wanted a pair of limited-edition sneakers. Dad immediately emptied my points. "We're family. Your points are your brother's points too." I looked at the torn-up application form and jumped from the 18th-floor balcony.

You think I care about titles?” he asked, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you think that matters to me?” “It should,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “It matters to me.” He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "Why? Why does it matter so much to you?" “Because,” I said quickly, searching for the right words. “Because people like me... we don’t belong with people like you. You’re... you’re powerful, and I’m—” “Beautiful,” he cut me off, his voice firm. I froze, my words dying on my lips. “What?” I whispered. “You’re beautiful, Sophia,” he said again, his tone softer this time. “And I’m tired of pretending I don’t notice it. You think being a maid defines you, but it doesn’t. Not to me.”

"A werewolf?"The king said with hatred. Alessandra looked at Ace with creased eyebrows because she didn't understand what was going on. Why did the king hate her that much when they were all werewolves? Ace let go of her hand as if he was burned with something hot. He looked surprised and confused by his father's words.Ales's hands became cold all of a sudden as she craved for his warmth. "A werewolf is not allowed to step foot in this kingdom."The king said in distaste. "LYCAN don't mate to weak werewolves."His jaw twitched. "You must reject her."He said with a cold voice which made Ales's head spin upon hearing his heart wrecking words. ----- Will Alessandra and Ace fight for their love or will they obey the rule that has been followed for centuries? Follow the story to find more. Don't forget to leave a review,vote and comment. It will motivate me to write even more.

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?