Scorpio Cancer Relationships

What happens when the Moongoddess gives you two mates instead of one? Can you pick who to love or can you have both as yours? For Melissa, she is blessed with two sexy and good-looking mates to share her life with. But there is a catch; her two mates are her step-brother and professor respectively. How will she manage the sexual urges both mates bring to her, especially since both relationships are forbidden? And how will she deal with the fact that her mates are so obsessed with her, and would do anything to have her separately for themselves?

“Congratulations, Lauren. You have officially sold yourself to the devil in disguise.” Lauren Walter had been dealt a handful of bad luck since birth; her father was diagnosed with lung cancer, her mother was an addict, and her boyfriend was not who she thought he was. In a bid to turn her luck around, she accepts an offer from an unexpected helper, whose reputation—other than being a successful businessman—only comes to light when she's shoulders deep in the agreement. Lauren is shocked to realize that her chain of bad luck will only get worse from this contract she signed with the one man who has the power to change her life.

It is a love story of two sisters, Clara and Isabella who struggle endlessly to win the heart of a wealthy billionaire named Leo. Leo, an averaged-height white man who is handsome and intelligent  manages the company of his late father, 'The Dante's' as the C.E.O. He  choses to marry Clara but seems difficult because Isabella shares the same feelings and desires for him.  Clara also seizes the opportunity of becoming a maid in order to revive the love she shares for Leo. He eventually marries Clara, but still keeps a secret affair with Isabella, who gets pregnant for him. He tried to avoid those secret relationships, in order to make the marriage between him and Clara work, but Isabella remains all over him, until he married her as a second wife. After he married her but the child dies unluckily. Isabella plans killing Leo, who had strongly rejected her after her child died. She caused a wild fire around the house after she took Clara for a walk.Leo woke up to find himself trapped in between the fire. Clara with tears still in her couldn't save him as the fire consumed a larger part of the mansion. After years of this event she completely buried herself in a mournful time, only to find the greatest shock of his life that Leo didn't die, and survived thorough the help of Nanny Divine who risked her life to save his. Leo, now was accompanied by two police men who seized Isabella and kept her in their custody. She tries to escape from the prison through a car and suddenly explodes in it after sporadic shootings by the police men. She died and Clara and Leo lived happily ever after.

Axel owns Southward Angel. With his hands he judges and does justice. You’ve been in power for a long time and you’ve always had everything you wanted. And when he laid eyes on her, he knew he had to have her. Yesenia Davis always struggled to take care of her mother who was battling cancer at the same time she was dedicated to her studies, her life was never easy With the death of the only person who made sense in her life, Yvy finds herself alone and starts working in a nightclub for high society men in the city. When he meets his eyes... a bad chill runs through his body, but what Yesenia didn’t know is that there’s no escape. The devil always had what he wanted.. And he wants her. *** Continuation in the same book: Persephone grew up listening to the emblem of the Devenuto family. "We always punish those who harm us" She was raised and shaped from a young age to take the lead of Southward Angel, learned how to shoot, defend herself and punish in the most delightful way... And Persephone has always done this in his eyes, the man he grew up loving. She would use every trick to reach his heart and torment him in every possible way to win him over. He never had any chance at the intensity of Persephone ... That’s what they say: Daughter of the Devil, Imp is.

Pierre Paul Abutu gives a humorous, fascinating and dispassionate narration of the unique intimate and romantic events of his life from teenage to adolescence, and into the early stages of his adult life. This narration revolves around the lives, and relationships of sixteen ladies with whom he shared happy, intimate, eventful and evergreen moments of his life with. These love affairs occur in Pierre Abutu’s life, at his university, the Augustine Nnamani Campus, Agbani, in Enugu Campus of the Nigerian Law School, Akwa Ibom State and the Federal Capital Territory, Abuja. Due to his religious beliefs, personal convictions, personal principles, metaphysical and supernatural predictions and postulations, the media, intellectual and literary effects in his life, most of these affairs either ended abruptly or amicably. These love affairs also reveal the negative attitudes, traits and deceptive machinations of these girls and ladies. Even though certain unpleasant and resultant effects were never intended at any particular stage, or with any of these girls and ladies, one thing was very clear: each love affair was and would always be evergreen to Pierre Abutu.

Forced into a marriage with a billionaire's son to save her parents' business, Megan Cole faces an unexpected twist when she discovers her groom is none other than her greatest enemy, Charles McCall, whom she had previously humiliated after a one-night encounter. Fearing the outcome of a marriage with her nemesis, Megan flees the wedding, with Charles in pursuit. To their surprise, both end up kidnapped. The mystery unfolds: who orchestrated their kidnap? Amidst the chaos, will Megan and Charles's arranged marriage persist? Living under the same roof, can they coexist despite their mutual hatred? As secrets unravel and past relationships resurface, will love bloom between Megan and Charles? What twists of fate await Megan and Charles? Find out in this tale of Love, betrayal, vengeance, and second chances.

Ashton had always been deeply devoted. However, on the day his first love was diagnosed with cancer, he handed me a pill that could erase memories. "Macie," he said gently, "Lydia doesn't have much time left. Give me three days—to give her the wedding she's always dreamed of." "I promise I won't break your heart.This pill will make you forget, just temporarily. Once it's over, you'll take the antidote, fall in love with me again, and we'll get married—properly, this time." His eyes left no room for doubt. So I took the pill and swallowed it. No hesitation. However, what Ashton did not realize... I created the memory-erasing drug. There is no antidote. In three days, I'll forget him—forever.

In the third year of our marriage, my husband's first love got a divorce. He gave her the forty-five thousand dollars we had saved for a house because she was left with nothing and struggling to make ends meet. I urged him to ask for the money back, but he pointed at my face and angrily shouted, "You used to be so gentle and virtuous—what happened? Why are you so selfish, so shallow now?" "Is forty-five thousand dollars really worth you making a fuss over?" "Chloe is starting over with nothing, raising a child on her own. Don't you feel any sympathy for her?" Fine. He was noble, he was merciful. I did not argue further, because the one who needed money for cancer treatment was him, not me.

When I was in the early stages of brain cancer, my parents begged me to give my sister one of my kidneys. They also told me to give them the money I had saved for my treatment. When my sister left the hospital, it was her birthday. My parents threw her a party while I lay in a hospital bed trying to get better. Later, when my mom found out I had late-stage brain cancer, she begged my sister to give me a kidney. My sister said no. So, on the day of my funeral, my mom buried both of her kidneys with me.

My newlywed husband forces me, a late-stage liver cancer patient, to drink hard liquor just to please his secretary. When the secretary later stages a setup, pretending to take a knife for him, she loses too much blood. In a panic, he demands that I give her a blood transfusion. I name my price—ten million dollars. He sneers. "Your blood really is worth its weight in gold, huh?" Of course it is. A liver cancer patient's blood doesn't come cheap. Later, when his precious secretary crashes into my car, he mocks me again. "You caused the accident on purpose, didn't you? Stop pretending—you just want more money. Wendy Yaeger, you disgust me." I'm done. All I want now is to get that divorce certificate before I die, but he looks down at me with disdain. "Don't use such pathetic tricks to get my attention. You're not even qualified to negotiate with me." Fine. Once I'm dead, the marriage will end on its own.