Too Eager Synonym Novels & Stories

"Ms. Harris, you're already six months pregnant. The baby is fully formed... Are you sure you want to go through with the abortion? The hospital strongly advises against it." The doctor said hesitatingly. Phoebe Harris instinctively placed a hand over her swollen belly. Six months. The child had grown inside her, from something no bigger than a grain of rice to the size it was now. They say a mother and her child share an unspoken bond, and she could feel it too. If she weren't utterly broken inside, what mother would ever have the heart to give up her baby who was about to enter the world? After a silence that seemed to stretch on forever, Phoebe took a deep breath. Then, with a resolve that left no room for doubt, she said, "I'm sure."

My sister ate the half plate of mango I had left on the table and broke out in hives from her allergy. My brother stormed over, pried my mouth open, and poured the mango juice straight down my throat. "You love mangoes so much, don't you? Today you'll get your fill." The juice flooded my lungs. I choked, fighting for air as my throat swelled in agony, begging him to save me. Instead, he turned and locked me in the basement. "Betty suffered because of you, so don't expect any comfort. Stay down here and reflect on what you've done. Growing up without any real guidance. No wonder you're so vicious." Two days later, my mom remembered me. "Ralph, that's enough. Let Catherine out. If she stays there much longer, she might start resenting Betty." My dad chimed in casually, "What's the big deal? Just buy her something nice to make up for it." My spirit clung to his back, floating along with them toward the basement. I'd like to see how they were going to compensate a dead girl.

Throughout our seven-year marriage, my CEO wife, Ruby Irving, goes on yet another business trip on Memorial Day once again, so she can't travel back to my hometown with me. But soon, I saw the photos uploaded by her assistant, Wilbur Stork, on his social media feed that featured her sweeping the grave in his hometown instead. The caption writes, "Mom and Dad must be very satisfied with their daughter-in-law because the gloomy weather has cleared up in an instant." I chortle in amusement for a brief moment before liking the post calmly. Then, I comment, "I respect your relationship and wish you nothing but happiness." But my colleagues all go nuts over the latest bombshell. They are quick to form their chat groups and speculate as to how I'm going to cause my next ruckus in the company this time. Ruby soon calls me while sounding very stern. "I know Wilbur does things very brashly due to his young age, but you shouldn't have caused him trouble in the comment section! What will everyone else in the company think of him? How is Wilbur supposed to continue working in this company? "Moreover, Wilbur doesn't have anyone left in his family. What's wrong with me keeping him company just this once? People with happy families like you don't have empathy for others at all! "I want you to delete your comment and remove your like right now. Once the holidays are over, I'll free up some time in my schedule to go back to your hometown with you." As I listen to Ruby making yet another empty promise to me in such a casual way, I let out a soft chuckle. "It's fine." Once the holidays are over, we'll be able to obtain our divorce certificates.

My husband, Henry Luther, never loved me.He's always loved my younger sister instead.I chose to step aside and fulfill their love.But no one believed my sincere sacrifice..."Are you trying to act pitiful again?" Henry stared at me with a hostile look in his eyes.

When I was being harassed by the Romano family’s consigliere, my fiancé, Don Luca of the Villani family, was busy kissing and drinking with Gianna at a party. To secure the partnership, I had no choice but to drink the glass the consigliere pressed against my lips. My stomach churned violently, and I could barely breathe. However, Luca never once looked at me. Instead, he focused entirely on picking the lime slices out of Gianna’s drink, coaxing her gently into finishing it. Once the party ended, Gianna casually mentioned she was bored, and Luca immediately made me get out of the car so he could take her bar-hopping afterward. “She’s been helping me manage the accounts lately, so I’m taking her out to relax. “You don’t even like bars, so don’t come along. “And I’m staying with her tonight until she has fun. So we’ll postpone the wedding again, since I can’t make it to the church tomorrow.” Our wedding had already been delayed for eight years. This was the ninety-eighth time Luca had canceled it on his own. I simply nodded. Since he was always too busy, maybe this wedding didn’t need to happen.

Three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, Eleanor Carter, left me at the altar to marry Dillan Perez—the adopted son of my family. The church erupted in whispers. I became the laughingstock in a single breath. Then Victoria Brown—the aloof, formidable CEO of the Brown Group—stepped forward. "I'll marry you, Lambert," she said, her voice cutting through the wreckage of my pride. I said yes. For three years, she was the perfect wife. Gentle. Attentive. She was my salvation. But there was one thing that always hung between us like a quiet ache—we never had a child. The doctors found nothing wrong with either of us. Victoria would just smile softly and say, "It will happen when the time is right." Today, I came home early. The door to our bedroom was slightly open. I heard her voice. She was on the phone with her best friend. I didn't mean to listen. But then I heard my name. "Lambert wants a child with me," she said. "But he doesn't know I've been on birth control the whole time. That's why we never got pregnant." My blood turned cold. "As long as he has no heir," she continued, "Dillan's place in the Clark family stays secure." I stood there, frozen. My hands went cold. My heart shattered into pieces. I was just a tool to protect the man she truly cared for. I didn’t confront her. Instead, I calmly planned my death—a quiet disappearance from her world.

I was a fat, orphaned Omega girl. At 17, my stepbrother discovered my diary—filled with shameful fantasies about him—and from that moment on, he couldn't stand the sight of me. Now my stepbrother is back, graduated, and we ended up having a one-night stand.But he kept humiliating me, saying he only slept with me because of the mate bond.Then he announced his engagement to a highborn beauty. And just when I thought it couldn't get worse? I'm pregnant. I ran away, heartbroken and heavy with his child, never imagining he'd regret it—begging me to come back at any cost...

Once branded barren and cast aside, she vanished with her pride in ruins. Years later, she returns—stronger, richer, and with four identical children no one saw coming. Her reappearance shakes the elite world that rejected her, especially the man who once broke her heart. Secrets unravel, old desires reignite, and as the truth about the quadruplets surfaces, one question remains: Will her past destroy her again—or will love give her a second chance?

𝐹𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦, 𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. Azzurra Amalia Romano, an omega, bites more than she can chew when she gets herself entangled with someone she should never have messed with, by taking what doesn't belong to her but the devil. Alpha Adriano Rion Giordano was a devil in human form, a ruthless Italian werewolf mafia boss whom people tremble at the mention of his name. A man with no interest in redemption, a face like that of a Greek god but a temper like that of a raging fire, who was only driven by two things, money and power. Merciless to those standing in his way and wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet through their skull to prove a point or rip them to shreds. He doesn't give second chances and he just became Azzurra's worst nightmare. It all became painfully clear when it dawned on her that there was no way out of the Alpha's clutches. A messy entanglement that disrupted her already chaotic life, tossing her into a web of a dangerous attraction that came hand in hand with obsession, lies, revenge, heart-wrenching betrayals and death. And maybe, just maybe, the devil has feelings too, an emotion which comes with pain, making the hardest sacrifices, all at a very costly price

Anna Pope arrives at Yale believing in the black and white of love. Perfect, sweet and cute. Not reckless. And definitely not backstabbing. She has a boyfriend only three hours away, an already planned future and a rule she has never broken. Being faithful. But then, she is forced to live in the glass-walled penthouse of Andre Clark, her boyfriend’s best friend, heir to a billion-dollar empire and the one man who has always looked at her like he knows something no one else does. And when the lines between them start to fracture, Anna discovers that Andre Clark has battles of his own and that she has just been drawn into them.