Together We Cry Novels & Stories

Jennifer Martinez is a beautiful girl. She has the noble temperament of a great lady in a rich family. She always wanted to be in control of her life, like a resilient sunflower in the wind, will not bloom for anyone, nor wither for anyone. But when she met him, time changed everything, in the end, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't avoid falling in love with William.William Jackson is the only young master of the World Group. This Group World is one of the top ten financial groups in Southeast Asia. He is bossy, cold and hard to approximate the nature of a rich young man. He thought that in his whole life, there would be no girl that made him really flutter. Both Jennifer and he got married only because of the arrangement of the two families. A loveless marriage. After living together, going through many ups and downs, the two realized that they loved each other very much. But... the tribulation is not over yet. Will the two of them overcome this tribulation to embrace happiness together? Or will they let go first, letting the budding love quickly snuff out? We invite you to read.

"We can't be together, Carter." I sighed deeply as I tried to talk some sense into him, "You of all people should know that" "Says who?" He argued "Me. Everyone. And even the contract we signed" I countered and when I realized he wasn't taking my words seriously, I parted my lips to speak but he beat me to it. "Fuck the contract, Hailey. Fuck it all" He said in a breath and pulled me in for a maddening kiss. ******** After getting betrayed and killed by her mate and step sister, Hailey is fortunately reborn. In her quest for revenge, she's given two rules. The first is; no one should know about her rebirth and the second is; she isn't allowed to fall in love. Breaking of either of these rules comes with serious repercussions. Hailey is fine with the rules until she meets him. Alpha Carter. The man who managed to break her walls. Will she chose her childhood sweetheart or the man who made her heart come alive again? Will Hailey's feelings jeopardize her quest for revenge? Or will it lead her into a much bigger problem?

"I propose you become my second chance mate," Alpha Thomas says like it is no big deal.I cannot stop the cackle that escapes from my lips. "Have you lost your mind? I knew it was my mistake to kiss you without permission, and I have apologized," I say offended."But how dare you use it as leverage to blackmail me into becoming your mate?!""Not the blackmail, just a deal. For a year, we will pretend to be madly in love. At the end of the year, we get a quick divorce, I will give you a large sum of money, and you are free to find your fated mate."As the unloved and unwanted daughter of the Moonshadow Pack, Mia was used to never getting her way. But when her father promised to marry her off to an evil Alpha of another pack she knew that she had to take matters into her own hands.Alpha Thomas is the heartbroken Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. After losing his mate in childbirth he is being forced to find another mate by the elder council. Will they come together and save each other from an unwanted fate? Or will their pasts get in the way of them finding happiness?

After I brought in 300 million dollars in investment for his company, my fiance showed me the home we would share. I thought we would finally get married after eight years together, but instead, he turned on a building game. “I laid every brick here. Once the company is listed, I’ll build you a house just like this one.” I found him and his secretary showing off their love. He had bought her an expensive villa as a gift. I sent the photo to my fiance. “You can afford to buy someone a villa as a gift, but not our home?” Displeased, he said, “Alyssa is the company’s backbone. I’m only giving her a villa to encourage the other staff to do better!” But in the background, I heard Alyssa’s pleased laughter. “Some people should really be more self-aware. Does she think getting some investment makes her the boss of this company?” I did my best to suppress my anger. I wanted to see just how long the company would survive if not for the investments I found!

My girlfriend, Clara Sutton, had severe mysophobia. Before every intimate moment we shared, she required me to disinfect myself thoroughly in advance. She even set strict rules about how often we could kiss or sleep together, and how long it could last. Without her permission, I was not allowed to touch her. I had always believed she treated everyone this way. I even secretly felt relieved, thinking that I must have been somewhat special to her. Then came that night at the bar. During a party, her childhood friend, Ethan Ford, drew a dare in a game of truth or dare. Then, in front of everyone, he leaned in and kissed Clara. Although it was supposedly a punishment for losing, they kissed deeply for a full five minutes. Our friends laughed and jostled one another as they turned to look at me. Only then did I realize that Clara’s obsession with cleanliness had never been a universal rule. It had existed simply because she did not like me. Disheartened, I asked for a breakup. But Clara soon regretted it. With reddened eyes, she begged me not to leave.

At the five-star hotel where the blind date was set, leftover takeout was complimentary. I liked their Australian lobster and Poule de Bresse en Vessie. I packed my own portion and even helped box up what my date hadn't finished. Just as I picked up the bags to leave, he grabbed me with a dark look and demanded, "Jennifer, we agreed to split the bill. What gives you the right to take all the food?" I explained that he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway, and if we didn't take it, it would just be thrown away. He let out a cold laugh. "I paid for that food. Even if I toss it, that's none of your concern. Looks to me like you've been waiting for a chance to take advantage. I didn't expect you to be this kind of person. "I'd rather feed these leftovers to a dog than give them to you! And don't bother contacting me again. That petty, small-minded behavior of yours is disgusting." I pressed my lips together, at a complete loss for words. After all… this five-star hotel belonged to my family.

On the day we reported for the new semester, my girlfriend had just been admitted to one of the country's top universities. That morning, she suddenly told me she had chosen the wrong major and wanted to take a year off to retake the entrance exam. I knew exactly why. It was for her childhood friend, the one who had not made it. Her parents begged me to talk her out of it. After a night of painful deliberation, she appeared downstairs at my dorm and said, "I've made up my mind. I won't retake the exam. Let's stay together and make this work." However, during the freshman welcome event, just as her name was being called, her phone lit up. A message from him. [My prep class started today. My deskmate isn't you anymore. It feels so strange.] She went completely still. I tightened my grip on her hand and warned her quietly, "If you leave now, we're finished. Forever." She whispered an apology, dragged her suitcase behind her, and walked out of the campus.

Giselle Shaw, the intern, has sent a five-dollar bonus to the company's group chat that has 500 members in it. I get crowned as the luckiest person for being able to claim 20 cents from the bonus. So, Giselle tags me in the group chat immediately. "Hey Rebecca! Since you're the luckiest person in the group chat, why don't you send a bonus here? There are 500 people in this group chat altogether, so you can just send 5,000 dollars here. "5,000 dollars isn't much for you, right? It so happens to be the bonus you've received from Mr. Gallagher because of the project you've secured. You can send us the bonus so that we can get some good luck from you!" The moment I refuse, Giselle begins playing the pity card in the group chat by claiming that she can't reap good luck for everyone in the company. My boyfriend, Vincent Gallagher, rushes into my office and starts berating me angrily. "Rebecca Campbell, just how stingy are you to not want to send a five-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat despite being a higher-up in this company? You even made a young woman cry! Is this how you do things? "You'd better send a 50-thousand-dollar bonus to the group chat right now and write a five-thousand-word apology letter by hand! I want you to sincerely apologize to Giselle as well! Otherwise, I'll break up with you! You can forget about retaining your position in this company, too!"

In the Santoro family, there was one rule: the heir marries a daughter from another powerful Family. But Alessio Santoro was crazy. He wanted to marry me, a nobody from a flower shop. He knelt in the family chapel for ten days straight. He even took a bullet fired by his own father, the Don. All just to walk away from his title and run away with me. I held him, crying, begging him to stop. He just smiled and kissed my eyes, wiping my tears. "Don't cry, Thea. As long as I can marry you, it's all worth it." In the end, the Santoros relented. But they had one condition: Alessio would still produce the next heir. Just not with me. He had to have a son with Aurelia Rossi. So I endured. I endured listening to them through the wall, night after agonizing night. I endured the smell of her perfume on his skin, the sight of her marks on his neck every time he kissed me. A year later, Aurelia got pregnant. It was a girl. Alessio begged me, his eyes red. "Just a little longer, Thea." So I waited another year. Finally, news came. Aurelia was pregnant with a boy. I thought we could finally leave, finally be free. But then disaster struck. Aurelia’s daughter had a sudden, violent allergic reaction. Everyone blamed me. They threw me in the cellar and left me to die. And Alessio? He believed them. This time, I was the one who gave up. I walked away from everything.

Prologue “We can’t be together,” he whispered, voice breaking. “You are my destruction.” Tears burned her eyes as she shook her head, stepping closer even though it felt like standing at the edge of a blade. “And you… are my ruin too.” The words tasted like a goodbye neither of them could accept. They were bound by something older than choice, older than mercy. A curse carved into blood and grief, waiting patiently for the moment they would finally meet. They were never meant to love safely. And if they ever surrendered to it— One would die. The other would be destroyed by love. The curse waited patiently. And destiny, cruel and inevitable, had already begun to pull them closer.