Wear And Tear Synonym

When a dangerous Lycan King goes wild, the gods must find him a mate to tame the dangerous beast in him. The gods plan quickly backfires when both parties discover that they had a hand which makes Athena reject the Lycan king Immediately, the Lycan king goes on another killing spree to gain his rejected mates attention, will this bring them back or tear them apart

My boyfriend and I had been together for eight years. We were already discussing marriage when Robbie suddenly asked me to wait a little longer. He said he needed to hold a grand wedding with his first love before he could marry me. Because, as he explained, for his first love—who struggled with anxiety—marriage was her greatest wish in life. He couldn't bear to see her spiral into self-harm under the weight of her illness, so with tears in his eyes, he promised to give her a home. Stunned, I asked what would happen to me. Instead of answering, he snapped impatiently, "Can't you show some empathy? It's just a year or two more. Are you really that desperate to get married? "And another thing… lend me your ring. Let Lucy wear it for now. You won't be needing it anytime soon." I stared at the man before me, someone both familiar and suddenly a stranger, and felt only a cold, hollow ache in my chest. But at last, I saw his true face behind the mask. Later, I chose to attend their wedding. I brought with me a very special blessing.

"Leave my office, Fremantle," he snapped me out of my dazed state and feeling my cheeks redden due to unshed tears, embarrassment and built up anger, I picked my dress and panties and then turned to go. "Wear the dress, Fremantle." "You can't be the only one to enjoy my nude body, Mr. Castile. I'm generous, so I think everyone should get a share." I said and then walked out of his office. He didn't stop me. But five steps later, I heard his voice over the house speaker. "All security exit the third floor immediately." ** Fremantle had never met anyone like him before. He was the direct opposite of her, the type of men her mother warned her about. But how could she stay away from a man who made her panties wet on the first day? She really should've listened to her mother.. Eron never imagined someone like her existed. He wanted her as his, but he also had a feud to take care of against her family. Which would dominate in the end? Love or Vendetta? R 18+

Betrayed by the man she loved and humiliated by her closest friend, a young woman makes a reckless choice that leads her into a marriage she never planned with a powerful stranger. What begins as a contract built on lies slowly turns into a dangerous love, as hidden family secrets, obsession, and revenge threaten to tear them apart. In a world where loyalty is rare and trust is costly, they must decide if love born from a mistake is worth fighting for.

After Ryan Spencer cheated on me again with his secretary, I completely lost it. When my mind started to spiral, I grabbed the fruit knife off the table. I just wanted it to end. “Why are you hurting yourself again? He doesn’t love you anymore?” I looked up. The sixteen-year-old Ryan was walking toward me, heartbreak written all over his face. His voice was gentle. “Tell me who he is. I’ll make him pay.” I stared into the bright, earnest eyes of the boy standing in front of me. I didn’t say a word. I simply lifted my hand and pointed at his face. Later, Ryan was the one who had me admitted to a psychiatric hospital. When the sedative began to wear off, the teenage boy appeared again, sitting by my bed. He stared at the man outside who looked just like him. The light in his eyes faded little by little. Then he spoke, his voice strained. “I don’t care who he is. I’ll kill him.” The sixteen-year-old Ryan never lied to me. When he said something, he meant it.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

Saskia Smithsonia was the kind of girl who believed love could conquer anything — even the truth. To be with the man she loved, she buried her identity as the heiress to one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and became Valerie Damer, a struggling med student with nothing but grit and a borrowed smile. She thought if he loved her for who she was without the title, then it would be real. Worth it. Eternal. Valerie would do anything for love — even strike a deal with a devil in a tailored suit to protect the man she thought was her future. But love built on lies is always on borrowed time. Everything shatters the night she catches her boyfriend with someone else — a woman of wealth, power, and status. His excuse? “I’m just securing my future.” Heartbroken and humiliated, she lets Valerie Damer die and reclaims her name: Saskia Smithsonia. But some ghosts don't stay buried — especially when they wear devilish grins and hold your soul in their ledger. The deal she made still lingers — only now, the price has changed. It’s no longer just a favor. It’s a proposal. One that could either reshape her fate… Or destroy everything she has left.

I didn’t just lose my mate on the night of our Ascendance Ball. I lost my dignity. Standing in the center of the gilded ballroom, in a dress that cost more than my life, I watched Drail choose her. My best friend. He didn't just reject our fated bond; he laughed while doing it, his hand resting on her pregnant stomach. Cast out. Humiliated. Rogue. I ran into the storm and straight into the chest of a monster. Derek Montenegro. The Ruthless. The exiled Prince of the European packs. A man with tattoos crawling up his neck and a reputation for breaking bones as easily as he breaks hearts. He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously beautiful. He offers me a deal. A contract. "Marry me, Raya. Wear my mark. Become the Queen of the underworld, and I will give you the power to crush the people who broke you." I thought I was signing a deal with the devil to get revenge. I didn't know the devil had a twin. And I certainly didn't know that the rejection wasn't an accident—it was the first move in a war between brothers, and I am the weapon they both intend to wield.

Mafia Academy Series 1 (Book 1 of Red Duology) Kaytlyn Santiago only hates three things in life: rain, cliffs, and her second name. At a very young age, she had already experienced being kidnapped and tortured, pressured and forced into a life she never wanted in the first place. Kayt lived her life carrying all the hardships alone and blaming herself for the death of her mother. She'd already gone through any possible form of pain, making her heart numb and as cold as ice. She chose to build those walls around her that no one could ever break and wear the mask that was almost as perfect as a white lie. But her life changed when she entered the academy. She never once thought that someone would find a way to break those walls she built in. In a battle where she has to choose between her happiness and her family, who should it be, and was it worth taking the risk? She only has one chance, and the future lies in her hands. She mustn't pick the wrong choice. One decision can change everything. One wrong move and the game is over. *** Disclaimer: This story is written in Tagalog-English.

"S-Stop..." Nauutal kong saad. Kasabay ng pagpasok ng kamay niya sa aking skirt ang pagkapit ko ng mahigpit sa table ko. "You want this, don't you?" Mainit na bulong nito sa aking tainga. Sobrang kinakabahan ako, nasa school kami at walanghiya niyang ginagawa ito ngayon sa akin. Umiling ako sa tanong niya, nagpipigil ng ungol at baka may makarinig dahil lunch palang at mamaya kaunti ay darating na ang mga studyante ko. "P-Please, t-tumigil ka na!" "Are you going to wear this skimpy skirt and sleeves again?" Malamig nitong tanong sakin. "H-hindi na." Umiling-iling ako para tigilan na niya ang ginagawa niya. Ngayon lang siya nakialam sa suot ko at hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit. Pencil skirt lang naman iyon at puting long sleeves. "Good. Don't make me mad again Mrs. Buenavista kung ayaw mong gawin ko sayo to sa sarap ng estudyante mo." Kung makapag salita siya para namang hindi ko siya estudyante ah?! Siya lang naman si Zachariah Buenavista asawa ko at estudyante ko rin.