Tell Tale Heart Drawing Novels & Stories

This book is fast pace. It is set in the modern era of New York city. The youngest female billionaire CEO, Alina Sterling is about to be removed from her position if she doesn't get married or engaged. She meets a bar attendant, Jesse Kane, who is still picking up the pieces in his life and signs a contract marriage with him. As two different worlds collide, love comes in a whole new different way.

Everyone knew I was hopelessly in love with Hendrick Sam, willing to sacrifice my dignity for him. In the two years we were together, he would drop everything and leave me in the hospital whenever his “one true love” called. People mocked me, saying, “Chloe, you must really enjoy being a doormat.” I just smiled and stayed silent. Later, when he was on his deathbed, he asked, “Chloe, did you ever really love me?” I turned my back on him. Because it was never him I loved, it was his heart.

It was on our wedding night when my husband stole my heartblood to save his childhood sweetheart. His lips were on my forehead as his dagger carved my chest open. "Good girl. This is the last time, I promise," he breathed bewitchingly, his scalding tears dripping on my skin. "Once she's better, let's consummate our marriage." That was what he said, but I had heard it countless times before. In my despair, I used my last ounce of strength to tug on his sleeve. He urgently drained my blood to save another woman, not even looking my way as he did. What he didn't know was that it was my last drop of heartblood. And I was going to die.

AHMON He is said to be the first creation of the moon goddess. His powers are rare, he has the gift of intelligence, war and power. His subject respect him his pack was the strongest, his name was fear in the whole land he is the strongest and fearest. But the moon goddess has her way of playing her tricks Tighten ur seat belt Innovative Adventous Beyond ur expectation AHMON u never can tell Wearwolf, Romance, dominant. Rated 18

Sydney Bardot, a young sultry heiress, runs away from home only to collide with an older, gorgeous stranger at a bar. Sparks fly between them at every interaction. His first name is all she finds out: Killian. What’s in a name, right? She needs a place to hide. Sydney finds Killian's offer to shelter her from her dominating family too hard to resist. He whisks her away to an adventure camp in remote South Africa. A month of heated interactions ends in his marriage proposal. But what’s the catch? Sydney agrees to marry the lethal and reckless nomad. After a rushed wedding, she returns home to find herself shrouded in a web of lies, deceit, and conspiracies. Who is Killian Barlowe? How does he know everything about her? Did reckless players like him really fall for innocent heiresses? Or was it all a game of revenge? Taming A Reckless Heart is the fourth book of the Reckless Hearts Series, but can be read as a standalone.

I've hada crush on the single dad next door, ever since I was thirteen years old. Theo Graham is charming. Sweet. Absolutely gorgeous. But, I'm not a little girl anymore.I shouldn't want him.l can't have him.! should know better than to want my best friend's dad.My best friend, Theo's son, who may or may not have had feelings for me on and off for the past eight years. Wanting my best friend's dad was the one secret that was never supposed to come out.Except now, he wants me too.

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

When my wife's lover changed the locks on our house for the ninth time and locked us out again, there was finally a hint of irritation on her face. I, on the other hand, calmly reassured her. "He's young. He doesn't know any better. Don't get worked up over it." Yvonne Fisher, who was about to break the lock open, froze mid-swing and turned to stare at me. "Aren't you angry?" I was at a loss for words. Throughout our five years of marriage, things like this had happened so often that if I'd kept getting angry, I would've died from it by now. Besides, my own lover was just as much of a handful. All I felt for Yvonne was sympathy.

This is the story of four souls Davina, Emmy, Sofia, and Max. Each searching. Each desiring. Each learning, sometimes painfully, that love never arrives clean or easy. But when it does arrive, it changes everything.

When the wolves were created they were created without a soul, animals, killer machines, ones that go on killing spree with nothing to hold them back. The gods regretted their decision to create the wolves, they were rogue, they had no loyalties, nothing to stop them from burning the whole world, they needed a soul. The gods couldn't give the wolves a soul, they refused to kneel down, and their souls were as dark as their dark lusts. The gods forced the wolves to their knees, giving them souls in the shape of humans, kill the soul and die, hurt the soul and feel agony, the souls are to be saved, and protected, no more killing, no more attacks, they are forced to take care of their own soul.