Tears In My Pillow

"Lisa?" I croaked, barely able to form words, my voice hoarse and weak. My heart had leapt at the sight of her, a moment of hope flickering through the haze of fear. "What's going on? Why... why are you here?" But the look in her eyes, the cold amusement that twisted her lips into a smirk, had stopped me short. It wasn’t concern. “Why am I here?” she had repeated, laughing softly, as if the very question was absurd. “Oh, Anna, sweet, naive Anna. You still don’t get it, do you?” I had stared, my mind unable to keep up, still too clouded with hunger and exhaustion. “What... what are you talking about?” And then, her voice had changed, hardened. “I’m the reason for all of this. The reason your father’s company collapsed, the reason your family is dead, the reason Josh betrayed you. Me.” After discovering that her best friend, Lisa, isn't the person she thought she was and is the reason for most of the disasters in her life, Anna dies, only to wake up five years in the past. With a second chance, Anna is determined to protect her loved ones and take revenge for the pain Lisa caused.

"You remind me of someone so dear to my heart...." -Syke Rafael Fontanilla Syke Rafael Fontanilla was the most crabbed but handsome man that Wevz ever known. She is so eager to help him change his perspective in life. But how can she change that if he does not want to let go of the memories from the past? And the worst thing? What if she’s the one giving life to those memories he has from the past?

After seven years of marriage, my wife had rarely asked me to accompany her back to her parents' home. She always said she didn't want me stepping into that cramped, crowded little house and feeling wronged. This year, during the New Year, I happened to be in the city where my in-laws lived for a business trip. By chance, I came across a local video online. It was posted by a resident of an upscale neighborhood. "Mom, Dad, my beloved wife and son—thank you for giving an orphan like me a complete and happy life." The elderly couple in the video were dressed in the same high-end outfits I had bought for my in-laws. I thought of how frugal they had always been, how they lived simply and spared every penny. A decision formed in my mind: tomorrow, I would buy them a place in that very neighborhood, in their name, so they could enjoy a comfortable retirement. It would be my small act of filial piety. But the next day, the moment I stepped into the residential complex, I saw my in-laws coming downstairs—with my wife and a child. Could it be that my wife had secretly bought them an apartment? I pressed my lips together, about to step forward, when a man rushed over and caught my father-in-law just as he nearly stumbled. "Dad, careful now." My footsteps froze. My wife was an only child. I had never heard of any foster relatives. He called my father-in-law "Dad." Then… who was I?

My mother-in-law, Emerald Jones, had always loved to exaggerate. My wife’s wedding gift for me was worth 8,800 dollars, but my mother-in-law told everyone it was worth 880,000 dollars. We only looked at cars at a luxurious car dealership. But she went around saying she spent over 200,000 dollars to buy me one. I figured that I was going to spend my life with my wife, Emilia, so I put up with her. On the eve of our wedding, I had a small argument with my wife. She blurted out, “My family has to pay over a million dollars for me to marry you. What more do you want? “My wedding gift alone is 880,000 dollars. Anyone who doesn’t know better will think you’re living off a woman!” I was utterly disappointed. She was not directly involved in the discussion on the wedding gift. However, it was something both families had agreed on together. My wife actually believed her mother’s ridiculous remarks and assumed I had received an outrageously expensive wedding gift. After my mother-in-law transferred 1,000 dollars to me for the wedding banquet, she told everyone she had given me 100,000 dollars instead. So, I swapped the luxury wedding feast for instant noodles on the day of the banquet. In addition, I showed a looped display of her stingy transfer of money to my bank account for everyone to see.

It's my seventh anniversary with Chase McGregor. I hide in his car's trunk while holding a pregnancy report. In my other hand, I hold a limited-edition watch that I've prepared for him. I want to surprise him and tell him we're about to have a child. To my surprise, I hear something that devastates me. "Chase, you're not really going to marry Daphne, are you? Lucille Gervais wants to marry you. As long as you do that, the North Sea's shipping routes, cargo operations, and drug trade will come under your control." "Help me set up a date with her. I'll break up with Daphne." My breathing hitches. I want to hear Chase object to this or show even the slightest bit of hesitation, but none of it comes. The pregnancy report slips from my fingers. I once thought he would be the father of my children; I thought we would have a happy family together. Now, my dream has been shattered.

After one forbidden night with my new stepfather, Alpha Gerald, I can’t stop dreaming about him. Every dream ends with his thick cock buried inside me while he growls, “Take it all, baby girl.” Now I’m trapped between revenge for my father’s murder and an addiction I can’t fight. The Alpha in my dream is going to ruin me…and I’m not sure I want to wake up.

“I’ll rip every vein from his body,” he said so calmly, like we were discussing the weather while keeping a firm grip on my thighs. “And make you a necklace out of it” “You’re talking about my husband...mmmm” I whispered before it turned into a moan because he started drawing slow circles on my clict. “I’m talking about my father. The Godfather" He said matter of factly "Now be a good girl and stay still so I can finish my lunch” before I could say anything in response he lowered his head between my thighs. ~~~~~~~~ Kiara had spent her entire life trying to be the perfect daughter even when it cost her everything. Forced into marriage with the Godfather of Italy, a man who is three times her age , she learns quickly how to play her role to stay alive. The perfect wife. Until he walks into her life. Again. A Man she shouldn't want but yet is everything she needs. They hate each other on sight. But hate is just another kind of heat, and the fire between them threatens to burn everything to the ground. Loving him could cost her everything. Resisting him might destroy her. Either way, she’s already ruined. Because Kiara is not just hiding her feelings,she is hiding a secret that could change both her life and her Stepsons . ~~~~~~~~~~ TW : Dark Romance, Erotica ,Obsession, Hardcore Sexual Content....

Tristan is an alpha, strong and silent, with control over everything around him, he only screws omegas, everyone knows that, he is a perfectionist, everyone knows that, Dylan Harper is the only assistant he tolerates, everyone knows that, but what everyone doesn’t know is Tristan is the Alpha under Dylan’s sheets. Dylan is just a beta, kind and invisible. When they’re forced together by work, tension builds between them, but Dylan knows his place. Alphas don’t look at betas like him. There’s no room for dreams or hope. But after waking up one day with an Alpha under his sheets, Dylan starts to wonder if he’s been wrong about everything. Will he remain just a shadow to Tristian, or is there more to his story? ••• Tristan’s breath was steady, but I could feel the tension in the air between us. I stood too close. My fingers brushed against his arm, just enough to make the heat between us undeniable. “Don’t…” he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down my spine. But I didn’t move away. I couldn’t. His presence was too much, too magnetic. My body hummed with a hunger I didn’t know how to quiet. His eyes locked with mine, intense, searching, like he knew what I was feeling before I did. “You’re too close,” he whispered. I stayed silent, caught between the urge to pull away and the need to be closer. His breath, warm on my skin, made it harder to think. “Do you intend to trigger your heat again, my pretty little thing?” He breathed out and I could have climaxed right there and then.

I never wanted a bodyguard. Especially not Knox Pierce. Cold, dangerous, and too sexy for his own good. He waltzes into my colourful life like a drab of black, controlling my every move. I hate how much I want him. I hate how much he makes me want him. But Knox isn't here to protect me. He is here with a secret, and when I find out the truth, I realize that I am the pawn in a game that has no end.

"My husband is missing. Some say he is dead; others say he ran away. I do not know which to believe, but his absence has left me with big shoes to fill. I have to be the Alpha and Luna of a dying pack with debts to pay and little or no security. To survive, I must turn to my husband's enemy for help. Nothing really matters anymore; all I think of now is survival." Luna Emily Ashbrid. Luna Emily's husband, Alpha Jake of the Howler Pack, is missing. He was last seen at Jo's Bar and did not come home. While some think he is dead, others believe he ran away because of his failures as Alpha. He ran the pack into serious debt and destroyed everything leaving them vulnerable. He also made enemies with all who would have come to their aid, and now he has gone missing. No one knows where he is. Emily has to take over and fill shoes that are bigger than hers. She has to pay for her husband's failure and ensure they survive. Having no choice, she turns to her husband's enemy, Alpha Kane of the Shadow Moon pack, to survive.