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"What the memory forgets, a heart can remember." Yan ang mga katagang pinaniniwalaan at pinanghahawakan ni Ken lalo na nang malaman niyang ang lahat ng ala-ala ni Ciashet patungkol sa kanya at sa mga taong related sa kanya ay nakalimutan nito. Gusto ni Ken na maalala ni Ciashet ang feelings ng babae para sa kanya pero mayroong puwang sa isip niya na nagsasabing ayaw niya ring makaalala pa ang nobya dahil natatakot siya sa mga posibleng maalala nito. Baka hindi lang pagmamahal ang maalala nito kundi pati na rin ang galit na maging dahilan pa ng pag-iwas at pag-alis ulit ng babae palayo sa kanya. Paano nga ba haharapin ng magkasintahang ito ang mga ala-ala sa nakaraan na nakalimutan ng babae at ala-ala naman sa kasalukuyan na makakalimutan naman ni Ken dahil sa isang aksidente. Posible kayang magtagpo pang muli ang mga ala-ala nila? O tuluyan na lang nilang kakalimutan ang isa't isa?

Santana transferred to a big time school in Manila, sponsored by Cindy, to continue her studies. She had no idea her ultimate online crush, Hauser Capuilet, was studying there as well, which would turn her entire world upside down. Is it possible that the popular campus playboy will fall for a nobody like her?

Sabi nila First love never dies. Pero para kay Faye gusto na niyang mamatay ang damdamin niya para sa ex boyfriend niyang si Mark. Ayaw na muna niyang mainlove. Ngunit mapipigilan ba niya ang kaniyang puso sa muling pagtibok nito? Sino kaya sa dalawang binata ang karapatdapat niyang piliin na maging second love: Si Lance ba na kababata niya at matagal nang nagmamahal sa kaniya o si James, ang the man in a leather shoes na bumihag sa puso niya pero nakatakda na palang ikasal sa iba?

# Book 2 of the Dark Desires Series His eyes wander on my body and his eyes narrow when he notices the cane marks on my body. “Who the fuck did this to you?” He demands, his tone dangerous as my heart begins to this loudly. “I… I…” “Tell me, Milochka. Who's the bastard that dared to lay his hands on you?” I gulp nervously. It's my husband. ….. Viktor Ivanov is guilty of sleeping with his daughter's nanny, and Milana is trapped in a living nightmare as she is forced to spy on Viktor, a powerful member of the Bratva, by her abusive husband. But the more she learns about Viktor, the more she's drawn to his darkness and the way he loves his daughter. As she navigates the treacherous world of the Russian mafia, she must confront the secrets of her past and the lies that bind her to her husband. Can she find a way to escape, or will she become the Bratva's next victim?

Five years ago, Althea Greene vanished after a night she could not remember and a child she was never allowed to hold. She returns as the legendary surgeon Harriet Morgan, carrying two children, a broken past, and a single, desperate wish, to find the daughter stolen from her at birth. Her path crosses with Griffin Monreal, a man of power and pride who is raising a fragile little girl who looks painfully like her own. Neither knows the truth yet, only that something about the other feels familiar… dangerous… impossible to ignore. As buried secrets rise and forbidden feelings grow, Althea and Griffin are pulled into a love born from loss and tested by betrayal. Between them stand stolen years, shattered trust, and a truth that could either reunite a family or tear it apart forever. She lost a child. He lost a woman. Fate is about to give them both back… at a terrible price.

Charlie Wayne’s life is perfect. Or it was. As a VP who commands boardrooms and a playboy who elegantly ends every date at his door by 3 AM, Charlie’s world is built on control. But lately, his system has a glitch. A streak of bizarre, comically bad luck—flat tires at dawn, mysterious fire alarms, untimely food poisoning—keeps derailing his plans. His flawless exit strategy is in shambles. Carly Dorrington’s life is a lie. But a necessary one. After a blowout fight with her father over their family companies’ merger, Carly needs a place to stay. Where better than with her childhood best friend, Charlie? It’s just temporary. Just two best friends sharing a space. It has nothing to do with the two decades she’s spent loving him from the sidelines, or the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, proximity will make the world’s most oblivious man finally see her. Now, under his roof, the "coincidences" multiply. Charlie’s chaotic love life grinds to a halt just as Carly’s presence becomes a permanent, comforting fixture. His sacred rules don’t seem to apply to her. His peaceful solitude feels warmer with her in it. As the lines of their friendship blur, Charlie is left to wonder: Is Carly the calm in the center of his storm… or is she the one who’s been stirring it up all along? Note: This is a slow-burn, dual-POV story about best friends, blurred lines, and the long game. If you find yourself wondering"where is this going?" in the early chapters... keep reading. Everything becomes clear in Chapter 4. The foundation is being laid for a reason. Thank you for trusting the process.

While I've been unconscious for 12 days after getting into a car crash, I end up spending 12 years wandering in my dreams. In my dreams, I play the role as the fake mafia principessa. I've committed all atrocious crimes for the sake of my lover, Marcello Gallo, only for him to expose me in front of everyone on our wedding day. In the end, I freeze to death on the streets. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Marcello brings the real principessa, Viviana Sabato, home. He's still gazing at me as sincerely as he did in the past. But I know that in the future, he will cross his fingers while making our vows before the priest. Even if I have to go through everything one more time, I know that I must give up on Marcello no matter how genuine his feelings are for me right now.

Le père de Yannick m'a appelée pour me demander de prévenir Yannick, mon ami d'enfance et héritier de l'Alpha, de rentrer à la maison afin de rencontrer son partenaire de mariage arrangé. Mais Yannick était torse nu et dormait profondément à côté de moi. Je pensais qu'il s'agissait d'une blague, alors j'ai poussé Yannick et lui ai dit en riant : « Yannick, ils disent t'avoir trouvé une fiancée. Qu'en penses-tu ? » Il a soulevé un sourcil, m'a enlacé la taille avec nonchalance : « Chérie, alors choisis-moi un costume élégant. Je suis sûr que ton goût sera impressionner ma fiancée. » Voyant que je restais figée sans rien dire, Yannick a ouvert les yeux avec un rire moqueur. « Hé, Fiona, quelle est cette réaction ? On n'est que des partenaires sexuels, tu pensais que je t'épouserais pour faire de toi ma Luna ? »

I suffered critical injuries that left me in a persistent vegetative state when I tried to rescue my wife, Regina Livingston, from her abductors. Regina spares no expense, spending millions of dollars to bring in the best medical experts in the country to treat me. She watches over me every single night, never weary of caring for me. Four years into my coma, I overhear a conversation between Richard Sutherland—a man I don't know—and Regina. "You've done all you can, Regina," he says. "You don't owe him anything anymore." Regina remains silent. Then, a young boy, Franklin Sutherland, suddenly asks, "Mommy, why do you always visit this man? Who is he?" I'm instantly shocked. Regina and I don't have a child together. I'm completely bewildered, and just as I try to figure it out, I suddenly wake up from my coma.

It was the day of our marriage. We were supposed to meet up at the City Hall, but my fiancee stood me up. I waited for her the whole day, and the only answer I got was a picture from her assistant. My girlfriend sat astride on his lap, and her arms were wrapped around his neck while they were locked in a deep kiss. "Sorry, Mr. Terraton. Sophie insisted on comforting me. You don't mind, do you?" I demanded answers from my girlfriend, but that only made her impatient. "He donated his blood to me. Yeah, I was with him, but so what? Man up, will you?" That killed any love I had for her, and I called my soon-to-be ex-girlfriend's sister. "Hey, Sylvie. Yeah, about your proposal. So will you marry me?"