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I got up abruptly; I couldn’t believe the words that came out of that opening he sees as a mouth. “Just listen to me.” I scoffed, “Listen to what? You want me to be your wife for a year in order for you to save my sister, who is close to dying???” “I am not done.” “No, you are. In my books, you are done.” I grabbed my phone on the table and said, “If this is your proposition, then you are a heartless person, and I’m not interested in it.” “Would you rather watch your sister suffer?” He asked.

I just wanted to torture you, but I didn't expect this reaction from you. My love, are you serious? Yes, I won't give up on you. We just need to talk more about everything you told me. Yes, but not now. Right now, I want something else. He lifts me up and takes me to my room, where he gently places me on the bed and unbuttons his shirt that I'm wearing. He starts kissing me and slowly moves down, kissing every inch of my body, making me moan with desire. This man has a supernatural power over my body that I can't explain, and I can't be without him. I can't be without his touch. I know there's a child involved, but I know he will love and take care of his child. But no one is obligated to ge

"No need I just came to drop off the divorce papers and to tell you that I don't need your money." I arched one brow up at her turning down five million dollars. "Is it not enough?" I mocked, not finding any other good enough reason for her to turn down such a huge amount of money. I didn't like the amused and pitiful scoff that left her lips at my words as if there is something that I am clueless about. "I know this might be a foreign concept, but not everyone is controlled by money or the love it." Like you, she didn't add it, but it was implied in her tone and in her eyes.

He had a plan to give her the kind of love she deserved… * * * Ethan and Laura’s story continues in “A Wonderful Kind of Love” now available on GoodNovel. Swipe to the next chapter to read a preview!

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Will these 2 people ever come across each other, will that wall of ice ever melt with the warmness of kindness, will the man with too much hatred and too little love ever claim his possession, on the women with too little hatred and so much of love? Is this actually what made their lives encounter RUTHLESS LOVE or it is a way to some other destination? To know further make a read and join them in their RUTHLESS or I would say, beautiful journey. Love xxxxxxxx Purva Narang (YOUR WRITER) Follow for more updates: Instagram: @purvi_nrang Twitter: @narang_purva

I pushed him. "I hate you." My eyes gets watery, I walked away from him "Hailey." He hold me "Give me one last chance." He begged "Why? Why do you want it so bad?" "Because I am your heartbeat so you can't replace your heart with somebody else but me!" He bursted and I looked at him disbelief "You read the letter?" That left me speechless "I read it, I read it a thousand times." He sighed and looked at me "Please." He begged

At first, I only saw him as a friend, but slowly the innocent feeling became infatuation and before I knew it, love sprang up. Though, Joseph's love could never match up to Michael Hosea’ but it's enough. Why? Cuz I realized that love like Micheal Hosea’ can only be found at the feet of the almighty. Today being the tenth day of my marriage to Joseph, I opened another book by Franchine Rivers. It has been on my shelf for more than a month now, but I never got drawn to it until now. The first line of the first chapter prepared me for what I was about reading, “ It was late January when the unthinkable happened. ”

They've simply transformed, expanding rather than competing with my bond with Alexander. Love isn't a finite resource to be carefully rationed between deserving recipients. It's more like light—capable of illuminating multiple subjects simultaneously without diminishing its essential nature. The understanding follows me into dreams filled with silver threads connecting three points in complex, beautiful patterns that feel like prophecy and possibility intertwined.

No good reason yet, at least. The humans wrote so much about love at first sight. I always thought they got the notion from the fantastical rumors of mates us paranormals had. Now, though, I was wondering. Was the idea of what could be really good enough to shape a future around? I stopped in front of The Unity Prophecy to read it. And reread it. The letters were flickering with such reckless abandon it was nearly difficult to decipher. Even if the words were committed to staying on the page, though, it would have provided no answers.