Walk Synonyms

Where this story goes no one knows. Tif a young girl looking for her place in the world. Siron a strong Alpha looking for his mate. Will these two be lovers, will they be truly mated? What the fates have in store for them will become clear as they walk their paths coming ever so close to finding their deepest desires.

“You’ll be my wife until I secure the inheritance. After that, we walk away from each other. Don’t worry—I’ll make sure you get your fair share.” — Walter Robles Desperate to earn a little more, Samantha agreed to her boss Walter’s unusual offer—to pretend as his girlfriend during a family event. It was supposed to be just for a day. Nothing more, nothing less. But everything changed when Walter accepted the condition his family had set: No marriage, no inheritance. Since she had something to get from the deal, Samantha agreed once again. But this time, she wasn’t stepping in as a pretend girlfriend—she was signing up to be his wife. But what happens when the lines start to blur? When emotions they shouldn’t be feeling begin to grow? When their act finally ends, what will they choose—to walk away as planned, or to hold on to something real they never meant to build?

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

In a ravaged Earth where fallen angels and their offspring the Nephilim walk the world humans known as Hunters fight back. Their mission? To hunt and kill the Nephilim and save the women the angels are taking for breeding purposes. What happens when one Hunter finds herself captured by the enemy? Will the truth she finds bring society to its knees

Lauren was easily ready to admit defeat as her cousin was the first to walk down the aisle in her family. She had mentally prepared herself for a wedding weekend filled with family pity and snarky comments from the bride. That was until she met someone who was going to turn this weekend into an unforgettable event, and turn her life up-side-down!

When struggling Chloe Quinn agrees to fake engagement with the billionaire Jake Wolfe, she thinks she knows the rules, play the perfect fiancée, smile for press, and walk away with a pay check. But Jake isn’t just cold he is heart broken and behind Chloe’s smile is a secret of her own.

there are two collage students who have different populations in life, natasha kim santos is a kind girl and have a secret in her life but what if she meets a guy she use to call ace? Will he still hide his most hidden secret even from his family? Will she walk away or tell him the truth?

" How about I burst your bubble?" With that I landed my hot fists on his handsome face, causing the Billionaire Godlike man to stagger on his feet. " Let's see who lick whose shoes then.." I smirked and pulled him by the collar of his shirt. "Kiss the floor I walk on, Wesley Cooper."

He had just gotten his tattoo and begun his walk back home, then he was held at gunpoint. That night he met a man who claimed to be a friend of his father, who introduced him to his world of guns, blood and violence. Takashi has to overcome all that and stay alive to get his revenge. But who can he really trust?

They say tough situations don't last, but tough people do. They are bloody liars, whoever said that. My tough situation didn't make me stronger. It pushed me into the arms of Elias Thorne. CEO of Blackwood Holdings. One of the richest men in the country. And, apparently, my fake husband. I'm just a contract wife. A transaction. He needs me to secure his standing in the company. He hates me and I don't care. I need his money, his influence, his resources, anything to save my mother's and sister's life. Forty-five days. Then I walk away. That was the deal. No love or feelings. Just business. But a penthouse is smaller than it looks. And forced proximity has a way of cracking open doors you swore you locked up. He has his own wounds. His own ghosts. And sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he's not seeing a contract at all. Forty-five days. Either we walk away untouched. Or we burn.