Novel & Cerita Tus Celulas Se Van De Viaje

Alessia Berlusconi works at a bar in Rome. She thinks she escaped her past but one day after work she almost gets kidnapped if it wasn't for Johnny who happens to be there saving her from the men. Johnny Gravano the Mafia king who is a womanizer and dangerous. He will kill anyone who gets in his way, he always gets what he wants. When he meets Alessia after saving her he thinks their paths won't cross again but as fate has it the two of them meet again.. He thinks she works for the Russian Mafia and Alessia thinks his sent to take her back to her monsters she's been running from... Will they overcome their past fears and move on or will they let their past control their future?

For ten years, Rose has lived in the shadow of her own nightmare. She was only six when Alderon Kane, the ruthless Alpha of Mooncrest Pack, ripped her life apart. Her father—slaughtered at his feet. Her sister—defiled by his men. And Rose? Claimed. "That one is mine," he had said before shoving her into his car like a possession, branding her with his cruelty. Now, she is no longer the helpless girl he stole. She has spent a decade sharpening her hatred, becoming a phantom in his own pack, waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat. Mooncrest will burn. Alderon Kane will die by her hands. But fate is a cruel mistress. The night she prepares to run, the moon whispers a horrifying truth—Alderon Kane is her mate. Bound by an unbreakable bond to the very monster she has sworn to destroy, Rose faces an impossible choice: surrender to the mate bond and become his, or defy the gods and carve out her revenge, even if it means tearing herself apart in the process. Because love was never an option. And mercy died the night Alderon Kane claimed her.

Katherine was a Luna of the Red Moon Pack, ruling it with her beloved mate and husband, Sean. Everything was perfect until a traitor came between them, taking away all that was important to her. Family, pack, mate, and her life...

My wife has a severe sex addiction. But in the seven years we've been married, she never lets me touch her. To suppress her urges, she spends all day submerged in ice-cold water, and her arms are covered in needle marks. Several times, I try to initiate intimacy out of concern for her, but her reaction is terrifying. She even threatens to kill herself. "I told you, I only want a Platonic relationship in this lifetime. Can you stop being so selfish? If you insist on making me do that, I'd rather die!" she exclaims. She maintains this unusual obsession for seven years. Even after ending up in the hospital multiple times from suppressing her desires, she refuses to cross that line. Then, on our wedding anniversary, a man comes in for a pre-check of his phalloplasty enlargement for the ninth time. After the anesthesia takes effect, he begins rambling incoherently. "Honey, I love you so much." Looking at the surgical scars, I shake my head, thinking this guy is really willing to go to extreme lengths for his wife. Then, I hear his final murmur. "Tasha, aren't I so much better compared to your useless husband?" My hand jerks, and I nearly drop the scalpel. It is because my wife's name is Tasha Snyder.

The year Lawrence Scott and I were most in love, he died in a car accident. Everyone thought I would fall apart, but I did not cry, and I did not scream. Two years later, I ran into him at a private lounge: Lawrence was there, holding a young girl in his arms, kissing her passionately. His friends hurried over to explain: "Back then, Lawrence was badly injured in the crash and fell into a coma. He just woke up recently but lost his memory. We didn't tell you because we didn't want you to worry." Lawrence pushed the girl aside, frowned slightly, and looked straight at me. "So you're the fiancée I supposedly forgot? I don't remember you, but since you never gave up on me, I'll honor my promise to marry you." I smiled faintly and said, "They lied to you. We don't know each other." What Lawrence did not know was that on the day he faked his death, I received a video. In it, he was laughing and saying to his friends, "The thought of spending the rest of my life with only Yoana drives me crazy. I'll fake my death, take a few years off to have fun. Just keep her company so she doesn't do anything stupid." He also did not know that during those two years he was 'dead,' I had found someone else.

When the babies in my womb were about five months old, I suddenly heard my daughter's voice in my head. "Mommy, Bella is trying to get rid of me. She's grabbing my umbilical cord with her hands. It hurts so much…" Believing Ava, I forced myself to eat nonstop and take every supplement I could. I even asked the doctor whether there was any medicine that could suppress Bella's growth. When I was in labor, the fetuses were too large. I lost so much blood and only delivered Ava before I died. Bella died in me as well. Right before my consciousness faded, I saw the newly born Ava looking at me with a wicked smile. "You idiot. You believed everything I said. Your luck, Bella's luck, and even Daddy's luck. I'll gladly take them all." Only then did I realize that Ava, whom I fought so hard to give birth to, was a monster. When I opened my eyes again, it was back to the very first day I heard Ava's voice in my head.

All her life Victoria had wanted to meet her missing father….certain he had the answers she was seeking. Fueled with thoughts of anger and revenge it wasn't until her mother's death she embarked on the journey to find him. Her journey leads her into the arms of her childhood friend, Ivan-the only man she let close to her heart. He understands her and has always been her confidant. But would he if she revealed all of her secrets and the real reason she's searching for her father. Ivan was weary of living a lie. Unable to walk away from family obligations, he's been forced to deceive the only woman he's cared about ….Who he now realizes is his mate. Ivan knows he's doing the unforgivable and its just a matter of time before she finds out the truth but he can't resist the chemistry between them or deny the sensuous passion he experiences with Victoria. A heated encounter seals the fate of Victoria and Ivan. After discovering the true depth of Ivan's deception, Victoria must learn to trust Ivan and trust that the mate bond they share is enough to protect their relationship from her father's wrath and Ivan's scorned ex-lover.

After eight years of perfect service, Emma Hart does the unthinkable: she resigns as Nicholas Vance's executive assistant. He's arrogant, brilliant, and impossibly demanding—the vice chairman of Vance Corporation and the most infuriating man she's ever met. But Nick refuses to accept her departure. With only two weeks left, he launches an absurd campaign to change her mind. What begins as a battle of wills slowly unravels a shared childhood trauma neither of them remembers—and a love that's been hiding in plain sight.

My boyfriend of six years, Liam Sherman, proposes to his long-time crush, Vivi Johansen, on my birthday. With that, the passionate love between us is a thing of the past. I come to my senses and distance myself from him, choosing to put our relationship behind us. As such, I decided to go along with the arranged marriage my family has planned.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.