Novel & Cerita Test Pack Positif Sensitif

Nicole Evans never asked to be followed. She never asked for eyes in the dark, for a man like Vane to orbit her life with silence and devotion sharp enough to wound. But obsession doesn’t ask permission. It waits. It watches. It becomes inevitable. What began with missing men and shadows on rooftops soon unraveled into something far more intimate—an assassin who couldn’t let go, and a woman who, piece by piece, stopped trying to make him. As friends vanished and her world narrowed, Nicole found herself drawn toward the very thing she feared most—not out of love, but recognition. In his violence, there was something terrifyingly tender. In his silence, something that listened more closely than anyone else ever had. Theirs is not a love story in any ordinary sense. It’s a descent—a long, slow collapse into dependency, into surrender. A story told in bruises and shared tea, in blood and in stillness. A quiet unraveling that doesn’t end in escape, but in a house by the sea, where memory lingers and echoes never fade. Some stories don’t ask to be understood. Only remembered.

Ava and Ryan were married upon a promise and although Ava hoped to spend the rest of her life with Ryan, she had no idea that her very young marriage would come crumbling in the most unimaginable way. A marriage once so loving and sweet with hopes of forever, is destroyed with lies which breaks trust and false evidence to prove them. Ryan sends Ava out of their home on a stormy night, ignoring her pleas and pain but irrespective of how hurt she was, fate had other plans for her and she gets to start life afresh. Finding out she's pregnant with Ryan's child was almost a setback for her, he denies and rejects both of them with claims of Ava cheating. What would she do to protect herself and get daughter from Ryans' hatred? What happens when Ryan finds out he has a child with Ava? What happens when he discovers that their marriage was ruined by his own family member? What if Ava never survives the storm? Would she go back to ruin even after finding love?

My marriage to Dante, the Moretti heir, was meant to be a union of power, an alliance of empires. But for me, it was also the real deal. Then his adopted sister, Clara, showed up at a party. She was wearing his custom leather jacket, straddling his prized Ducati, and she looked right at me with a smirk. "Dante says," she purred, "that I suit these precious things better than you do." My smile froze. Dante had her on a plane overseas so fast it was like she'd never existed. Five years later, the night before our wedding. I found him staring at the design for our wedding rings. He'd changed the engraving. The "Amor Aeternus"—Eternal Love—was gone. In its place: "Mea culpa, mea maxima culpa." My sin, my greatest sin. I took off my veil right then and there. "The wedding," I said, my voice like ice, "is off."

I was found as a youngster abandoned in a forest and adopted into the royal Baranov wolf family. It was fantastic at first. Learning that the royals were a bit eccentric intrigued me but the love I felt for my adopted family sister, Sasha, kept me enthralled. I had grown to love her with all my heart and was certain she was my true mate. We both expressed our feelings for each other but due to the Dire Wolf creed, nothing else happened. I had felt that she was going to be all mine until the announcement of her engagement. That was the day my dreams fell apart.

The royal house of Medora sets up an international contest. The winner gets to marry the crown prince and one day rule as his queen. But with the entire world watching, and several other women trying to sabotage you, falling in love isn't easy. Jane didn't take the contest seriously at first. She never even thought she would get in. She is introduced into a new world filled with ballgowns, secret romances and of course: Prince Sebastian. Can she fall in love with someone so different than her? Or will the dark side of this new golden world get to her first?

Nothing in the world compares to Neil Parker's hatred and disgust towards Akanksha Goenka but somehow she is adamant. She loved him more than he can hate her. But will her love ever win over his hate. — involves one sided love, hate to love, mafia themes

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Book 2 of Shadow: "**** ar you oky shld I cll Dnil," he says sounding worried. I don't even know what his saying everything is blurry. "Daniel p-p-please" I beg I don't even know for what but I'm definitely begging. I need to find my release. I need to scream. I need to make noises something anything "Oh I'm down here Mr. Babanin eating my girlfriend out," Daniel says and my eyes widen. No, he didn't. I hear Mr. Babanin chuckle sounding almost pleased by Daniel's answer "That a boy," he says and Daniel winks at me. My mouth drops open in shock "Any tips Mr. Babanin," Daniel asked and now I gasp. Mr. Babanin is a man in his late fifties surely he doesn't have anything to say "All I'm going to say is honey. Lots and lots of honey,"

A day before we were about to get married, my fiancée invited my family for a trip on a cruise ship to test my love for her. She pushed my mother off the ship when the waves were strong, and she jumped into the sea as well. I got anxious as I had no idea who to save first. My mother had swallowed a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly while shouting, "Save Rina first! She's your fiancée!" When I finally dragged Rina to shore and returned for my mother, I found that she was no longer breathing. Rina looked at me coldly as I cried with misery, "Stop putting up that act. Your mother can't be dead. She used to be a professional swimmer when she was young. I can't believe you didn't choose to save me first. Eugene was right. You don't love me enough. "We should postpone our wedding. When you're done reflecting on what you did, bring your mother along and apologize to me. We can discuss our wedding then." With that, Rina put her arm around Eugene's, and they left. Rina had no idea that my mother had stopped swimming since she suffered a major illness several years ago. Pushing my mother off the ship had made her lose her life.

The Bloodfang Pack’s Alpha has declared a grand warrior match. A test of strength, cunning, and dominance. The werewolf who emerges victorious will not only earn the title of champion but will also claim his most beautiful daughter as a mate. But everyone knows this is just a formality. No matter who wins, I should be the one to marry Harken Shadowfang. He and I grew up together, our wolves intertwined by years of shared hunts and whispered promises beneath the full moon. He has always been my destined mate—or so I thought. The match begins, and Harken deliberately loses. I watch as he kneels in the dirt, breathing heavily, his sharp golden eyes flicking toward me with something cruel, something mocking. A chill runs down my spine. Why? Why would he do this? The victor stands tall, his fur still bristling from the heat of battle. Alaric Jaggedmane. A warrior through and through, his aura is heavy with the weight of a true Alpha—something Harken never had. Without hesitation, I step forward, lifting the warrior’s wreath. "Congratulations," I say, my voice steady. "You're now my husband." A furious snarl rips through the air. Harken storms toward me like a rabid beast, his fangs bared, his hands trembling as he snatches the wreath from my grasp. "Why didn't you pick me?" he demands, his voice bordering on madness. I meet his gaze without fear. Because in my past life, I did. I chose him. I thought he loved me. I thought we would be happy. But I was a fool. After my father’s death, Harken locked me away, keeping me weak with silver-laced drugs while he took his true mate, Ravyn Evermoon, to public events at his side. I was nothing but a tool. A stepping stone for his ambitions. A title to secure his rule. It was only then that I learned of his betrayal— of the three children he had already fathered with her. And so now, with this second chance granted to me by the Moon Goddess herself, I do not waver. I will not be Harken’s pawn again.