Novel & Cerita We Were Here Together Chapter 9

When Lola gets the chance to participate in an experiment to win a million dollars she does not hesitate. All she has to do is insert herself with werewolf DNA and find out if werewolves still exist. Sound like a piece of cake right? In reality, she ends up in the middle of a mate hunt and gets claimed by Noah grey. The ruthless alpha of the Grey Oak pack. Lola has no intention of finding a mate and certainly doesn't let a man tell her what to do. But as she slowly gets accustomed to the werewolf ways, she discovers some dirty secrets hidden. She realizes that even for creatures from legends not everything is always as it seems.

After a siege that wiped out her family and entire Vampire clan, Arayah Whitlock was taken captive by the Malreux Wolf Pack to their kingdom, where she was tested and experimented on due her unique royal bloodline. She escaped at the age of fifteen, and was taken in by a werewolf family who housed her for another five years. The news of the werewolf prince looking for a bride sparked her interest, and though she was warned about the dangers of her kind being caught, she damned all consequences and followed her adventurous heart. Will it lead her to where she wanted or to her untimely death? _________________________________________________ All his life, Amareux Kingstone has been preparing to one day be the Alpha King of the Wolf race. Isolated from his peers since he was a kid, he has been made to understand his responsibility as the heir. Under so much pressure, he craved for a moment of escape and found it in the caves beneath the palace, with a girl. His first friend. However, this didn't last as the girl was taken away and he was plunged back into training to be the next Alpha. Will he see his friend again? When he does, what will he do when he finds out about her real identity?

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.

All along, I've been following a social media account that's dedicated to a couple sharing about their romance. It doesn't have a lot of followers, but the posts are all very heartwarming. The owner of the account records all the little details about his relationship with his girlfriend. They get into arguments over a plate of pasta before breaking into laughter and calling each other an overgrown child. They climb up the hill to hold each other under the sky full of stars, wishing they could make time pause at that very moment. Even though the owner of the account never reveals his face, I am always moved by the words he writes. The day before my wedding, the owner uploads a new post. "This marks the end of our ten-year relationship. From now on, she'll be his wife, and I'll only be his friend. There won't be any more updates to this account. I wish nothing but the best for my best friend and the woman he loves the most." The picture uploaded with this caption is one of my fiancee and me, taken from behind.

After Roman Archer and I broke up, he devoted himself to academic research. He had finally become successful. During a television interview, he looked just as confident and high-spirited as he had been back then. The host asked whom he most wanted to share this news with. After a brief silence, he called me. “Celeste, thank you for leaving me. My career is thriving now.” I smiled. “Congratulations, Mr. Roman.” He would never know that if I had not left, he would have died.

Lauren Sommers is a sixteen-year old girl who was Turned to a werewolf by her father when she was twelve. Fast-forward to four years later, and this young teenager has a lot more than school work to worry about. She begins to find out hidden secrets about her parentage when a new presence is introduced into her life in the form of a werewolf boy. Things take a turn for the worse as she is captured by her manic father and subsequently finds out that her mother whom she'd thought was dead is still alive, wasting away in the depths of a science lab. Lauren's story and many others are entwined in this fast-paced werewolf story: Fangs and Fur!

When Sarah is given the opportunity to work as an assistant to the phenomenal pop star, she gets more than just being his assistant after realising that the man she worked for and adored isn't what he has always claimed to be, will she be able to see past her own desires and protect her boss's secret?

Things weren't always as simple as it was made to, he was cursed and she was an human who had no idea of the world she belonged to–two worst combination. She was meant to be the antidote to his curse but ended up bringing him down with her. Is love always enough? Enough to quench the fire they had both started? Two worlds scrambled down unknowingly

Rosalie Lardner has 19 chances to get Brandon Searle into bed. Succeed just once, and she wins. Fail all 19, and she loses the title of "Mrs. Searle" for good. This is the bet she made with Brandon's stepmother—a deal she signed with complete confidence. But unfortunately, she fails every single time. Eighteen attempts, 18 failures. Now, it all comes down to the 19th try.

I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.