Short I Like You Poems For Him นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fleur, a young woman who only wants to run her own company, was duped by faith into selling her innocence to one of the mafia's most cunning warlords, who formed an obsession with keeping her for more than one night. Find out if Fleur would ever escape him?

My boy friend Caleb Ford's childhood sweetheart, Julia Leclair, is losing her hair from chemotherapy. So, he orders me to cut mine off and make her a wig. "Julia's allergic to synthetic wigs. You've been growing your hair for ten years—it's perfect." I refuse, but his friends tie me down. Someone shaves my head to the scalp, buzzing through my thick, glossy hair until nothing's left but a butchered mess. Julia sits in her wheelchair and laughs, saying I look like a toad. Caleb smiles and nods in agreement. He adds with a chuckle, "It's just some hair. Was that really necessary?" But back when I was bullied for having uneven, choppy short hair for six straight years, it was he who stood in front of me. He had his arms spread wide as he shielded me from harm. Now he's the one wielding the blade. One by one, their little circle chimes in. They tell me not to hold a grudge against someone who's sick. Caleb snaps impatiently, "Stop trying to talk sense into her. She can get lost! Did you see that fit she threw over a few strands of hair? It's not like they won't grow back." I turn around and walk away. I never look back. Later, I hear that Caleb begs for my forgiveness by kneeling his way up 9000 steps until his knees are ruined.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.

Five years after Mom and Dad died, my sister, Miley Jenkinson, sent me away to a residential treatment center to "fix" me. She flung my luggage at me and roared, "You love fighting so much, Delia? Then, stay here. Maybe I'll come back for you once you've learned to behave." Next thing I know, Miley's sworn enemy is beating me senseless. Meanwhile, Miley loses it on the other end of the line. "Fight back! Why aren't you fighting back?" My gaze is blank as I say, "Because you said fighting made me one of the bad ones."

When Aria Hudson, a small café owner in the city of New York, clashes with Damian Cole, the lawyer in charge of serving her eviction notice, neither expects sparks to ignite. But when Damian is assigned a new case he discovers that Aria is the missing heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Aria is suddenly thrown into series of events as she has to juggle between her love life and dangerous family feuds. With greedy relatives and secrets buried deep, Aria must decide whether to step into her mother’s abandoned legacy or lose everything. Damian finds himself becoming her protector,and in the midst of all the stormy events happening all around them, attraction blurs into something deeper. But when the truth surfaces, that her own uncle is behind her mother’s death, the battle for the empire turns deadly. Will Aria claim her rightful throne and find love in Damian’s arms, or will betrayal and bloodline greed destroy her before she can?

They never warned; "you can get addicted to someone". —Marissa Times Killian's life had always been meticulously planned, destined to inherit the vast diamond fortune that his family had built over generations. He found himself being chased by the same girl, Marissa Times, who has always chased him since High School, undeniably Killian fell in love with Marissa. Unfortunately Love isn't an option in Killian's World as he finds himself engaged to Nicole, daughter of a tycoon family, who'd stop at nothing to get what they want. However Marissa Times is a girl who knows exactly what she wants, and that's Killian Lores, Nothing can keep her from her man.

Harper William was a mysterious figure, adept at concealing his true intentions and emotions behind a veil of secrecy. In the depths of his mind, he harbored a trove of untold stories. A river of suppressed tears spilled into his heart with every smile he wore. Aching shadows whispered tales of his buried pains behind his laughter. While his soul yearned to be seen and understood, he perfected the technique of concealing his sorrow. His family has always regarded him as a tool that can assist them in their business. He was detached from all of the sorrow and emotion. He took illicit substances to obtain some peace of mind, and no one in his family knew about it except his mother. But since the day he met Daisy Parker, everything has changed. He considered her bothersome and tried everything to get her out of his life, but he never realized that Daisy was slowly establishing a place of her inside his heart. Daisy has always regarded Harper as a Demon who has never failed to punish her in various ways. If anyone asks her whom she despises the most, she will say Harper William without hesitation.

Natalie Taylor has one goal when she signs up as a companion at Dreams: to make a shit ton of money and get out fast. She's not looking for adventure or hoping for love and romance. But days into her moonlighting job, her quiet determination is shaken when she confronts her biggest problem yet—Levi Van Holt, heir to a mega-billion hotel chain and CEO of a gaming startup. Levi is everything she wants in a man. Gorgeous, wealthy and generous to boot. There's just one problem. He's her new boss... Harbouring a dark secret and nursing wounds from his past, Levi has one rule and one rule only for his companion: no falling in love. But with his desires continually tested, the more time he spends with Natalie, it doesn't take long for both their lives, real and secret, to converge, the lines between illusion and reality begin to blur, and the temptation to break his only rule becomes harder to resist. © 2022 Val Sims. All rights reserved. No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author and publishers.

*****"""""***** I was there looking into your life and your soul was always mine, but you were reluctant . This was an undeniable Twist of Fate that brought them together, even if they both belonged to two different worlds and were never meant to cross paths, which them got entangled into a series of lives and deaths, reincarnating to end that "Pact". EMERALD AZURE, a would be Alpha king who is not blessed with a 'Destined Mate' by Moon Gooddess, happens to come across an independent, University student SCARLET LOZENGE, who happen to be a weapon Designger and they both got into each other again . But what would happen when they would come to know the past that they shared ? Would Scarlet be able to forgive Emerald ? And Would Emerald be able to protect Scarlet ?? How long they are safe?. But what would happen when her true self is revealed?? Would they again be dancing as puppets in the hands of so called " Destiny" this time too ?? Or This time it's all about the choices they make ?? Whom would they both choose ??? .. .. their lives or the unspoken relationship...!!! *****"""""***** Stay tuned to find out the beautiful journey of reincarnation of these two people who found each other in different Eras and time intervals due to series of twists and turns. ****""""**** [ Note: The cover credit goes to rightful owner. Cover picture is taken from Google and Editing has been done solely by me.] This story is purely a work of my imagination and any resemblance of characters or incidents is just a pure coincidence. ****""""**** Instagram : pooja.bansal.92560 ****""""****

On the night of our seventh anniversary, I was pulled into an emergency C-section. Before I could scrub in, my director caught my arm. “Gianna, the woman on that table is under the protection of a man powerful enough to ruin this hospital by morning. Do not make a mistake.” I glanced at the patient chart and frowned. Men in our world including Enzo were all obsessed with their wives. How could a man like that possibly have another woman he cherished? The surgery went well. Clean incision. Clean closure. No complications. I had barely exhaled in relief when a swarm of men in black dragged me to my knees outside the recovery room and forced me to my knees outside a private recovery suite.