Ugly Cry Books

The day before our wedding, my fiancé invites our family onto a cruise ship. He says he wants to test the authenticity of my feelings for him. He shoves my mother off the ship when the waves are at their choppiest. Then, he jumps into the water, too. I'm caught between a rock and a hard place. I panic, not knowing what to do. My mother had already choked on a lot of water, but she pushed me away weakly. She cried, "Save Adrian first! He can't swim!" However, after I drag Adrian Lawson onto land and go back for my mother, I find that she's already stopped breathing. Adrian watches me cry, his expression frosty. "Drop the act. Your mother was a swimmer when she was younger—how can she be dead? I can't believe you didn't save me first. "Vi is right—you don't love me enough. Our wedding is postponed. It'll happen only after you've reflected on your mistakes and I've received an apology from you and your mother." After that, he leaves while holding Vivian Sinclair's hand. He doesn't know that my mother can no longer swim after a major illness a few years back. He's shoved her to her death.

Elle had been chasing the man she wants, almost all her life. She did everything she can just to make Grey fall inlove with her. Kahit masakit. Kahit gaano katagal. Akala nya kapag nakuha nya na, masaya na. Just like the books she used to read, the ending would always be in favour of the main characters. But in her case, it didn’t. She endlessly chased the man she thought could make her happy, only to bleed more. But she was only a human, she can’t forever revolve her world around him. So, she gave up. Ayaw nya na. Pagod na pagod na sya. Ang patuloy na pagtataboy ni Grey ang nag-udyok sa kanya para tapusin na ang mga kahibangan nya. Her ignored heart’s revival was to move on, forget every shameful things she did, and live her life without him. That was the plan. Pero kaya nya bang iwan si Grey? Gaano ba kadali ang kalimutan ang isang tao na kabisado mo na buong buhay mo? Paano ba kalimutan ang isang taong minahal mo higit pa sa sarili mo?

CURRENTLY BEING REWRITTEN! TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS VERY DARK, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. "It was an accident, believe me, if I could go back in time, I will__" Her words were transformed into a cry of pain when his hands suddenly grasp her jaw. His stony blue eyes were dead as his words sliced through the air. " Oh, believe me you will! I will make sure you become everything I lost because of you! This very life is owned by me!" His hands slowly crept to snake around her fragile neck. " You are mine! And only I have the right to take your life whenever I desire!" In which Freya Owens, a young college student struggling with life and paying bills gets into an accident, tragically claiming the life of a pregnant woman. Nikolas Cullen. A cold-hearted dangerous killer who is determined to make Freya pay for the death of his wife and heir. She destroyed his family. His wife and unborn baby died because of her. He would make her return the debt in ten folds.

I was about to get married, but my boyfriend of nine years had no idea. Why? All because his recently divorced ex-girlfriend waltzed back into town, and he threw himself into her life without hesitation. The knight in shining armor was back, ready to save the day. The moment they saw each other, it was like a scene from a bad romance novel. Their gazes lingered, sparks flying, the kind that screamed, “Oh, we’re soulmates reunited.” To welcome her back, he had 9,999 Juliet roses flown in to decorate her room. Why? All because it was a promise he had made to her long ago. How sweet. Except for one small problem: I’m severely allergic to pollen. When I woke up in the hospital after an emergency rescue, I didn’t cry, yell, or demand answers. No, I pulled out my phone and texted my parents, "Please help me arrange a marriage. I’m done."

The novel is mainly about the forgotten British poet/writer named C. J Richards who lived in Burma/Myanmar in colonial times and he believed himself as a Burmophile. He served as I.C.S (Indian Civil Servant) and when he retired from I.C.S service, he was a D.C (District Commissioner) and he left for England a year before Burma gained its independence in 1948. He came to Burma in 1920 to work in civil service after passing the hardest I.C.S examination. He wrote several books on Burma and contributed many monthly articles to Guardian Magazine published in Burma from 1953 to 1974 or 1975. Though he wrote several books which had much literary merit to both communities, Britain and Burma (Myanmar), people failed to recognize him. The story has two parts: one part is set in the contemporary Yangon (then called Rangoon) in 2016 context and a young literary enthusiast named “Lin” found out unexpectedly the forgotten writer’s poetry book and there is surely a good deal of time gap that led him into a quest to know more about the author’s life. The setting is quite different comparing to colonial Burma and independence Myanmar (Burma), early twentieth century and 2016 which is a transitional period in Myanmar. The writer’s life is fictionalized in the novel and most of the facts are taken from his personal stories and other reference books. It is a kind of historical novel with a twist and it has comparatively constructed the two different periods in Myanmar history to convince readers, locally and abroad more about history, authorship, humanity, colonialism, and transitional development in Myanmar today.

That year, during the Sicilian arms trafficking conflict, my lover of three years, Silvio, deliberately betrayed my transport routes at a critical moment in a deal with the rival "DiMarco" family, causing me to lose all my territory. He immediately defected to the DiMarco family's leader Marina, becoming her lover. As he left, he didn't even bother to disguise his betrayal, coldly tossing out, "What we had was just business, nothing personal." While I was burdened with my family's blood debts and pushed to the edge of a cliff, Lorenzo, who had secretly harbored feelings for me since childhood, found me and offered his family's entire fortune. "Isabella, don't be afraid. In my eyes, you'll always be Sicily's most formidable Queen of the Arms Trade," he said. He took the Colt pistol from my hand, and his voice was gentle yet resolute. Five years later, my power resurged. I was about to completely crush Marina's smuggling network and reclaim everything I had lost. My caporegimes, the captains of my organization, were ready and waiting for my command. But on the night before the operation, my weapons warehouse suddenly exploded, turning priceless arms into worthless scrap metal. I barely escaped through the thick smoke, my body covered in burns. In a secluded monastery, I overheard Lorenzo and Silvio whispering outside my door. "You really had the guts to blow up the arsenal. Weren't you afraid of blasting her to pieces too?" Silvio's voice carried a mocking tone. "If she died, just died. I've always loved Marina. If it weren't for that unlucky family marriage lottery five years ago, I wouldn't have had to endure this ugly bitch for all this time." Lorenzo's voice was ice-cold and unfamiliar. I closed my eyes, feeling like a dagger had pierced my chest. Explosion. Arranged marriage. Ugly bitch. So those five years of shared hardship were just his unwilling choice after losing a high-stakes gamble. "I married her to keep watch. If it weren't for me paving

Lord Storm loathes Valerie so much because she was the daughter of the vicious cruel Mafia Lord who massacred his family, he did so many unthinkable and inhumane things to Lord Storm and seized his father's wealth and properties. He nurtured Lord Storm into a powerful monster, thinking he was taming him into a puppet, The ugly pain that scarred lord Storm's heart made him grow resentful, melancholic, and monstrous. He thirsts revenge, he thirsts to make Valerie pay for her father's grievous sins, He married her legally and afterward turned her into his slave, his possession, his property on whom he inflicts pain. Lord Storm would later realize Valerie was different from her father, An Irresistible love that rose from deep-rooted hatred it is, But so far away from realization. © Dewhales Chrisney Writes

This book Contains Steamy contents strictly R18+ She wanted him, Elena yearns for him, as her hands slid through his hard toned body down to his brief, Elena wanted nothing but to have Roth hot and deep inside her, taking her with him to that secret place, where she could freely cry out from sheer pleasure. But Roth rejected her, she was young, naive, he did not want to take it too quick. Ten years later, Roth realized how mistaken he had been, Elena was no longer the naive, young sixteen years old girl anymore, this woman standing before him was an epitome of beauty, mature, irresistible, his body responded vigorously at the sight of her. His Shaft twitch at the sight of this woman. He wanted her! He yearns for Elena Bennett.

Being locked in an enormous room filled with hundreds of books for the last fifeen years, Seolurrie yearned for the beautiful outside world that she have read so many times in so many books. *** The world shook do hard that it made a whole portion of Seolurrie's room crumble, she was knocked unconscious and when she woke up she saw the dark sky filled with million stars. For a minute she couldn't hear anything and then earsplitting sounds made her ears ring. Loud screams, screeches, explosions, metallic things crashing. Seolurrie went out from the crumbled wall thinking that her wish has been granted. 'I can finally go outside.' Only to fall on her knees from what she saw.

Every Thanksgiving, my husband, Salvatore, brings home a showgirl from one of his clubs. He makes me kneel and serve them drinks. A lesson, he calls it, in how to please a man. This was the eighth Thanksgiving, and this time, he brought back a girl poured into a tight leather dress. "She doesn't have any decent jewelry," Salvatore announced. "Give her your heirloom diamond ring. Your grandmother's pearl earrings, too. And take off that silk choker for her." He smirked. "And listen, she's young, doesn't know the rules. You'll have to show her the ropes. Especially how to handle a man in bed." Every member of the Genovese family was watching, waiting for my humiliation. I didn't disappoint. I opened my mouth and asked Salvatore for a divorce. Salvatore let out a sharp, ugly laugh, his eyes full of contempt. "Francesca, you pull this same shit every time," he jeered. "Your act is pathetic. Even more dramatic than your performance in bed." He leaned in. "You really want to divorce me? Fine. I'll give you five million in cash if you actually walk out that door." The living room erupted in laughter. They all said I was playing hard to get, that I didn't know my place. But they didn't know. This was the 88th time I had asked for a divorce, and it was the first time I truly meant it.