Ther Melian

Nakilala ni Grace si Wilfred sa isang club at pinaibig siya nito. Ang hindi alam ni Grace ay kasal na si Wilfred. Naging sila at di kalaunan ay nabuntis siya, pero noong sasabihin na niya iyon kay Wilfred ay doon niya nalaman na may asawa pala ito at hindi siya nito paninindigan. Paano na ang pangarap niya para magkaroon ng buong pamilya?

Three nights. That was all it was supposed to be. A reckless vacation and a stranger who knew my body too well. I gave him a fake name and a fake life all to match my story– and I promised myself never to see him again. But how cruel was my fate. Because the man who ruined me with his mouth and hands, his crazy, sinful promises, is now standing in my living room. My husband's brother Now he is under my roof, sharing family dinners, and brushing past me with every possible opportunity he gets with a look that betrays our secrets. I should feel guilty, but instead, I want more. My husband loves me but not enough to see me. And his brother? Well, he is the one thing I cannot have again–yet he's the only one who makes me feel alive. What happens when secrets between the sheets turn to lies that could tear me and my family apart?

Rathcliffe Manor is built on rules,  obedience and control. As the new Lady of the house, Belle is watched. Judged. Whispered about in corridors that remember every scandal. She can endure her husband, Lord Rathcliffe, and the weight of his authority.She can survive the servants’ quiet scorn. What she cannot survive… is William. His son. He looks at her as though she is sin draped in silk. Every argument feels like foreplay disguised as war. Every accidental brush of hands lingers too long. Every stolen glance burns hotter than it should. She belongs to his father. But it is William’s voice that lingers in her mind at night. William’s face that follows her into her dreams. She is forbidden. He is untouchable. And the harder they fight it, the more inevitable it becomes. Because some temptations are not meant to be resisted. They are meant to ruin you.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've always known I'm not worthy of Claire. I hope you can understand."

‘’I’m talking to you weirdo’’ studently Rachels voice brought me out of my thoughts. When she realized that she had my attention she continued ‘’you are a servant and you better learn your place, soon enough Sebastian will find his mate and you will have no one to turn too’’. ‘’Maybe, we will see about that. But how does it feel to know that you aren’t Pablo’s mate?’’ as soon as I said that her eyes turned red and you could see how furious she was. She grabbed me by my neck in an instant and she was choking me. There wasn’t much that I could do. She had her wolf and I wasn’t. That’s how I know that she isn’t Pablo’s mate. They both have turned sixteen and got their wolves, if they were mates they would have known in an instant. I was choking and as hard as I could try to remove her hand from my neck It was useless, I kicked her many times but nothing. I hadn’t my wolf so I couldn’t mind link anyone. I was feeling helpless and completely in her mercy but I was trying as hard as I could not giving up. I was starting to lose my senses, that would be the death of me. But I won’t whine, that isn’t me anymore.

I shouldn’t get wet at the thought of my step father, but I do. It all started the day we had a business meeting. I work as an intern at his company and I couldn't help but imagine his long slender fingers f*cking me.  My name is Emma and no, I am not a pretty model queen. I am what you call a geek, a nerd and a wallflower.  But this wallflower wants to get bent over on his table and will do anything to be his slut. Even if it means getting my mother out of the way.

In the 1900s, a young noble girl named Clara Revington lived in solitude. At a young age, Clara was isolated by her family from the rest of the world. She learned to live alone and was trained to take control of her emotions. But despite having this immense power and wealth, Clara grew to hate the life she has. Because of her parents’ sudden death, she must fly to England and be the new lady of the Revington House. With her new debut in the English aristocracy, how will Clara handle the new life in England and how long will it take for her flowery secret to unveil itself?

The novel consists of several mini-stories about therapy sessions at a therapy clinic named "Soulmate", but the letters "m-a-t-e" were broken in a storm. Each mini-story is narrated by both the psychologists and the patients, describe the patients' worldview, why they do what seems "mentally ill" to us. We often say that the patients' head is abnormal, that their way of thinking is so weird. But is there any possibility that it's because they received different (whether right or wrong) information, so they react differently? Is that just because we "normal people" haven't got enough understanding about this world? Throughout the story, we could see that therapy sessions are a two-way arrow. While the experts are affecting the patient, the patient is also influencing them,“When you look deeply into the darkness, the deep darkness is also looking into you". The story does not make any conclusion about who is right or which world is real, maybe all of them are real, maybe they are all virtual, or maybe, it all doesn't matter. Isn't the world where we live? Wherever you live, that's your world.

Samantha William Successful doctor in Italy, she is an orphan girl in front of the world but she is the daughter of one of the mafia dons. She hates criminalism and the mafia world as she lost her mother in a mafia fight. She comes away from the mafia world leaving her father behind Everything goes well with Samantha until she met the patient, Damon. Damon Salvatore, son of mafia king Aaron Salvatore where the destiny forces her to come back to the mafia world When Aaron came to know about Damon and Samantha's friendship he offers to her to become his family doctor "Congratulations doctor Samantha." He forwards his hand for a Handshake "I hate you, Mr Salvatore." She snatches the agreement copy from his hand instead handshake "From today you only belong to me." He smiled devilishly "Correction, I am not your property which belongs to only you, don't forget I am here for only Damon. I will never come to you, not even in your dreams." She challenged him "Let's see." He raised his eyebrow towards her giving her a naughty smile. • • • Their Desires bring them closer to each other making them lost in darkness. Samantha starts liking Aaron and she realised that he is not much worse. ~ • • • • • • After the disaster • • "I hate you, Samantha just get the hell out of my life and my son's life. We don't need you." Aaron yelled top of his lungs. Aaron throws Samantha out of the house. ___________________ How will destiny brings them together?

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”