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From the moment their eyes locked they could instantly feel the undeniable, intense attraction. Something they've never felt before.But with demons lurking in his past and the fear of making anyone get too close to him, Luke is determined to keep the little blonde temptress away. But only to find out that the more he tries the more he wants more. This book is part of a series: Book 1: Badboy Asher Book 2: His Blonde Temptress Book 3: Loving The Enemy Book 4: Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

"Bookworm!!!" Brandon smirked at Anna. He felt extremely angry. His majesty had never been so challenged. "Fierce!" Anna looked at Brandon, her eyes filled with provocation. .. A girl transferred to the most prestigious school in the city. Her appearance is attractive, but that makes her female classmates jealous. A student known for his good looks and bad temper always drives girls crazy but accepts to sit next to a bookworm. Two opposite personalities, one arrogant and difficult to approach, one gentle and weak but not resigned to fate. Two people who are completely opposite of each other but have an unexpected similarity in their soul. Together they grow up, together uncovering the mysteries that are hidden behind. So, what are those secrets?

Cinq ans pour te hair Après avoir été vendue pour rembourser les dettes de son père, **Ludovica Sarri** tombe face à l’homme qu’elle espérait ne jamais revoir : **Drago Valenti**. Cinq ans plus tôt, après une nuit qu’ils n’ont jamais oubliée, elle l’avait humilié publiquement avant de disparaître sans laisser de trace. Aujourd’hui, Drago veut sa vengeance. Dans sa villa isolée sur les falaises d’Amalfi, Ludovica devient la prisonnière d’un homme froid, dangereux… et obsédé par elle depuis cinq longues années.

“His fingers curled inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars. My body tensing as waves of pleasure washed over me. "Is... is this part of the contract?" I managed to choke out, my head falling back against his shoulder. "Do you want it to be?" he whispered back, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Valentina was the invisible architect of the hockey star Harold Toval, sacrificing everything for his career. But her devotion is met with a nightmare, a leaked video of her boyfriend in an illicit threesome with her own cruel stepmother. Left homeless and broken, Valentina realizes she wasn't Harold's soulmate, she was his cover story. Stripped of everything, she strikes a lethal bargain with Harold’s greatest rival, Horace, the ice-reaper and the captain of the Ravagers Wolves. Horace has every reason to loathe her. Haunted by a dark family history, he has cultivated a legendary, violent hatred for blonde hair women. He intends to use Valentina's brilliant mind to ruin Harold, but the second their skin meets, a primal truth shatters his control, they are fated mates. What starts as a deal for revenge and also trapped in a cycle of fake dating leaves Valentina consumed by a raw hunger that leads to wild, punishing sex every single day, against the cold glass of his penthouse and in the back of his car. Their attraction is a dangerous drug. But in a world of pack politics and blood-debts, Valentina has traded one cage for another and she’s never wanted to be possessed more. Yet, the fallout is far from over. Harold won't stop until he sees them both destroyed”

"I, Alpha Liam Hamilton, reject you, Elena Vance, as my Mate and my Luna. You are a curse to my bloodline. Now, get out before I hunt you down." On the night of the Blood Moon, my fated mate shattered my soul. He didn’t care that I was the True Lunar Bride. He didn’t care that I had loved him since we were pups. He chose his "prophecy" and his mistress over the woman meant for him. I left in shame, carrying a secret that would change the werewolf world forever: I wasn't empty-handed. I was carrying his twins—the strongest Alpha heirs the world had seen in a thousand years. Five Years Later. I am no longer the weak Omega he kicked into the rain. I am the "Silver Shadow," a world-renowned healer with a power that can bring Alphas to their knees. When a deadly plague strikes Liam’s pack, he is forced to beg for my help. He doesn't recognize the cold, breathtaking woman behind the mask. He doesn't know that the two prodigy children by my side share his emerald eyes and his lethal temper. But as my scent begins to leak through my disguise, the Alpha King grows obsessed. He corners me, his growl vibrating against my skin. "You smell like a ghost, Doctor. And those children... why do they have my claws?" The secret is out. The hunt is on. But this time, I’m not the prey—I’m the Queen. And the Alpha who rejected me? He’s about to learn that a Lunar Bride never forgets... and she never survives on mercy.

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.

Brenda thought her life was perfect, but her love story did not end up the way she wanted to. Her turned into a nightmare when her lover, Pablo, had an affair with a younger woman because she cannot conceive a child.

A teenage girl searching for something she never knew about found herself beside her grandparents and there she heard about the love story of her grannies and parents which makes her wonder about hers. And then after, she found out that the guy who calls her by a color nickname was actually in love with her since their childhood. She found a box of unsent letters from their childhood days which says,

Pada hari pernikahan Khaira, seseorang yang mengaku sebagai adiknya muncul dan menggagalkan pernikahan tersebut. Pemuda berseragam putih abu-abu itu datang tepat pada saat Khaira mengiris nadi di pergelangan tangannya karena tidak mau dinikahkan paksa dengan lelaki yang pernah mencoba merenggut kehormatannya. Kemunculan adik yang belum pernah dikenalnya itu menjadi penyelamat masa depan Khaira.  Bersama Khair, dia meninggalkan keluarga toxic yang selama ini mengungkung hidupnya. Namun, siapa sangka mantan calon suami Khaira mencari dan mengusik kembali kehidupannya. Sementara Khair harus pergi meninggalkan Khaira, demi melanjutkan kuliah ke luar negeri setelah dia merasa sakit hati karena kekasihnya dijodohkan dengan lelaki yang tak lain adalah dosen di kampus Khair sendiri. Maka, tercetuslah sebuah sumpah yang membuat Khaira menelan simalakama, serba salah, bahkan hampir kehilangan arah, hingga langkahnya terbentur pada pilihan untuk segera menikah. Tapi dengan siapa? Bagaimana Khaira mengatasi trauma dan nasib malangnya?

Love? I don't know about that. That is the line you would always hear from a person who simply just wants to kill a topic about the word 'love'. Playing as it seems but it is indeed just the truth. You hear every stories you can get from people who are inlove. Starting from sharing stories down to sharing cupcakes. But what if you're the one who get to tell your own word of love? And it don't end well. Would it still be a masterpiece? Two chairs. Two students. Two books. Two lives. Would they still be two? What if the other one leaves?