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— Malu, eu te amarei para sempre! — Eduardo rugiu em desespero com a voz carregada de desejo. No instante em que estavam prestes a alcançar o clímax, o celular dele começou a vibrar insistentemente. Em um momento como aquele, é claro que ele não deu importância. Mas logo a tela se acendeu e, no momento, que ele reconheceu o nome escrito na notificação, seus movimentos pararam de repente. Maria Luíza ouviu-o atender: — Alô? — Edu, você sabia que a Jordana... — No silêncio da noite, a voz do outro lado soou nítida. — Fale mais baixo, o momento não é conveniente. — Eduardo interrompeu em árabe, num tom contido. — O resultado dos exames saiu. — Do outro lado, a pessoa também passou a falar árabe, mas a voz continuava alta. — Jordana está com câncer terminal, e só tem um mês de vida! Ela quer ser sua esposa. Você pode realizar o último desejo dela antes que ela morra? — O quê? — O rosto de Eduardo mudou drasticamente. — Espera por mim! — Malu, surgiu uma urgência. — Ele se voltou para Maria após desligar o telefone. — Eu preciso sair um instante. Fique em casa descansando, eu volto logo. Sem esperar pela resposta dela, Eduardo levantou-se, lavou-se rapidamente, trocou de roupa e saiu sem olhar para trás. Logo em seguida, o celular de Maria vibrou. A tela iluminada mostrava a mensagem de Jordana Torres: [Maria, você perdeu. Eu já te disse antes que o Eduardo é meu.] E logo acima, tinha uma mensagem enviada por ela três dias antes: [Se eu tivesse câncer, você acha que Eduardo te deixaria para vir atrás de mim? Eu aposto que sim.] O olhar de Maria ergueu-se lentamente desviando a tela do celular até a porta do quarto, ainda aberta. Eduardo não sabia, mas ela já dominava o idioma árabe há tempos, e tinha entendido cada palavra daquela conversa. Depois de muito tempo em silêncio, um sorriso amargo se desenhou em seu rosto. — É... eu perdi...

It all started with a car accident. Aviana Cole is a Twenty-three-year old who moves to LA to seek greener pastures. However, on her first day in LA, her seven-year old brother is caught in a car accident. What she doesn't expect is, the driver, Ethan Urkel, is the Ceo of G&K company, a top billionaire of LA. For Ethan, Aviana is the kind of girl he never met in his life, a poor but sincere pretty, who rejected his money but took a job to earn her own life. But for people around him, Aviana is nothing but a PA girl, trying desperately to get into high society. His family despises her, and his fiance frames her, but all that only pushes him closer to her. Love thrives when no one knows. Open the book to read a love story between a lovely couple and their cross-class marriage. ******* Excerpt "Why do you have to get in the way between me and her?" Ethan questioned his father with anger, "You wanna know how to tear us apart? Fine, you'd have to kill your own blood to do so. Because as long as I live, I'll always love her." He turned to his father and let out his last warning. "I won't let you hurt, even a strand of her hair, father." Then, he stormed out of the mansion.

"It's the third time this week that I'm donating my blood to this strange lady that you never seem to take your eyes off of, even with me in the room!" Emily had paused very strand of fear she had for Liam as she yelled tearfully. Liam was her husband but the four years of their marriage were like four decades of unending torture and misery. She was completely in love with him but Liam detested her in turn, he married her only to inherit the family's multi-billion dollar business and once he's gotten that, tossed her away. Emily, despite living under his shadows for several years, believed that he would one day learn to love her as his wife but her hopes were shattered when Liam repeatedly demanded for her blood for his sick mistress. She could handle being maltreated but not cheated on, and drained of blood to the point of death. Emily demanded for divorce and he happily granted her wish but unknown to him, she was pregnant which was an outcome of a drunk night. ** No parents, no home, no money, Emily hoped for death but was miraculously rescued by a stranger. She returns to the country a few years later with her child who is the direct copy of Liam. "Boss, your ex-wife is back, and she seems to be married with a child who looks exactly like you," "They are both mine, and I will fight for what's mine!"

No terceiro dia após a minha morte, meu noivo recebeu uma ligação do necrotério. Com impaciência, ele disse: — Morreu, morreu. Me avisem só na hora do enterro. O policial, sem alternativa, ligou para a segunda pessoa na lista de emergência — meu amigo de infância. Ele riu friamente, sem se importar: — Morreu mesmo? Mas nem seria meu papel cuidar disso, pode cremar logo, as cinzas tanto faz. Até que meu corpo foi exposto na internet. De uma noite para outra, meu noivo e meu amigo de infância ficaram de cabelos brancos.

“It's good to see you.” Armando's tone was rusty as he whispered in her ears. “It's not every day, I get to see such beauty.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “It's a pain in the ass to see you.” Leonor was struggling against the chair she was strapped with thick ropes. “I was not born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I truly feel.” She spat. __ Armando, a heartless, ruthless, Italian Mafia King who is as cunning as a fox, as dangerous as a mastermind criminal, the leader of his gang, and a brutal loan shark continues his risky adventurous life. He holds Lenore captive, until her brother can pay back his debt, but deep down, he hopes for the opposite. Leonor is a beautiful young girl who lives a peaceful lifestyle. One that guarantees her safety and peace until the mafia leader captures her. Something about Armando intrigues her. The charisma and the danger of hanging with a bad boy keep her wanting more. Will she fear him like others do, or teach him that there is more to life apart from being brutal? And will he ever learn to love? However, there is a personality clash which would later result in constant fights and the need to be heard. WARNING: The contents of this book is extremely matured.

"Dario, someone might see us," She tried to pull away, with a hint of nervousness in her voice as she whispered. But Dario wasn't deterred. He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, with his fingers lingering on her cheek, and his thumb tracing the outline of her lips. Ivy's heart began to race as she tried to back away. "You're looking sexy this morning," he said, his voice low and husky. "And that dress...you're driving me wild." Ivy's heartbeat quickened at his words, her body responding to his touch. She couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. She could feel the breath on her skin as he leaned in closer, with his lips inches from hers, she knew she was lost. "I want you, Ivy," he whispered. Ivy closed her eyes, unable to resist the pull of his gaze. He pressed his soft lips to hers, and she felt a wave of desire wash over her. As their kiss deepened, she knew that there was no turning back. One night in a club changed everything for a billionaire CEO and his secretary. A passionate and romantic night together led to an unexpected twist when they both discovered she's his new secretary and he's her boss. Can they navigate the lines of power and passion, or will their forbidden love be doomed from the start?

Renasci no dia em que minha irmã e eu tínhamos que escolher nossos futuros maridos, e foi aí que descobri que eu conseguia ouvir os pensamentos das pessoas. Ouvi minha irmã pensando: "Dessa vez, eu preciso garantir um bom marido antes dela." Logo em seguida, ela me puxou às pressas e levou embora o homem gentil que tinha sido meu marido na vida passada. E o homem que costumava bater nela todos os dias, o marido violento, sobrou pra mim. Eu apenas sorri. Ela realmente achava que o homem com quem eu me casei da outra vez era tão bom assim?

Whitney Morris of the Crimson Moon Pack, I, Justin Strand, Alpha of the Crimson Moon Pack, reject you. I could feel the pain in my heart. I could hear Lance howling inside of me and sense his suffering. I could see the pain in her eyes as she was directly facing me, but she resisted showing it. Most wolves quake in pain and drop to their knees. I wanted to squat down and wriggle my chest. She didn't, though. She had her head up high as she stood there. She inhaled deeply before closing her stunning eyes. "I Whitney Morris of the Crimson Moon Pack, accept your rejection". ********************************************* When Whitney turns 18, she is shocked to learn that her mate is her pack's alpha. Her joy over having found her soulmate, however, was short-lived. Her mate left her in favor of a more powerful she-wolf. Whitney has to contend with more than just the she-wolf's hatred and desire to get rid of her. When Whitney learns that she is not a typical wolf and that some would like to use her, she is shocked. They pose a threat. To acquire what they desire, they will do anything. How will Whitney behave? Will her partner regret turning her down? Will her partner be able to protect her from others around them?

You are mine now! The sooner you get used to that fact, the better its gonna be for you." "I belong to no one but myself." Nicole cried, but the terrifying mafia man only laughed. "I guess we'll have to see about that."  Nicole Meyer was the only daughter of Christopher Meyer, a heartless and ruthless man whose only concern was fame, wealth and power, and he was willing to sacrifice everything to aquire those things, even at the expense of his own daughter. He had just decided to marry her off to one of his friends for a business alliance, but Nicole decided that she would rather die than marry that man. She was also tired and frustrated of living like a slave in her own father's house so on the day of her wedding, she escaped in her white dress and tried to end it all, but she was rescued by a man whom she later discovered was the head of a dangerous mafia chain. "You were going to end it anyway so clearly you didn't have any need to live. I rescued you so now your life belong to me and i'm going to do with it as i damn well please." "Please don't hurt me." Nicole begged, her lips quivering. "Hurt you?" The man asked. "And just why would i do that when you are the very thing i've been searching for?" "I...i..am?" She stamerred in confusion. "Of course you are darling." He replied, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You are going to be my bride and the one that is going to producd me an heir."

Betsy— Mother says everything a lady can do to help herself in this cruel world is to fend and take care of herself without losing a strand of her hair to shameful behavior. And I totally agree with her. But how do I explain compromising my faith, my ideals and my principle? One I had been upholding since I was a kid, all because of a hot body my brother calls a best friend. I wasn't going to take the chance to be swayed by someone I should see as my brother, my Alpha, someone I shouldn't think of having, not going to happen. Did I mention I've got a boyfriend who loves me? Now I can tell, I'm such a mess! Drake— I may be color blind, but not with her. I see everything clearly when she's around. Betsy is my best friend's younger sister. We never got to be so close to each other, her mother had taken her away from the pack since her father's death. But Nick had stayed behind as my beta, it was his duty. Now that she's back to the town and to the pack, I couldn't believe how she managed to fill my thoughts, and get into my mind. And that was it. I was going to find out exactly what made her so different from other she-wolves. Was it the way she swings that tiny waist? Or was it just in my head?