When It All Fell Apart Novel

Nathan Cain, a wealthy, enigmatic businessman, and a feared man, captures the attention of Mel, a hardworking college student desperate to make ends meet. Though drawn to Nathan, Mel finds herself caught in a whirlwind of emotions and secrets when she discovers his family is entangled in a dangerous web of internal strife and external threats. In the midst of it all if Mel wants Nathan she has a lot of sacrifices to make, which includes her drunk father, her boyfriend, and her best friend as she finds herself in a complicated relationship. Meanwhile, Nathan’s internal strife with his family does not make it an easier choice.

When a small town woman collides with the most dangerous man in the city, sparks ignite and nothing will ever be the same. Grace Adams has spent her life carefully avoiding chaos. But when she crosses paths with Damien Blackwood billionaire, rule-breaker, and the kind of man who makes sin look like salvation her world tilts. Damien isn’t the type to take no for an answer. He’s powerful, magnetic, and determined to unravel every wall Grace has built around her heart. But Grace knows men like him only bring heartbreak… and she’s already been burned once. What begins as a dangerous game of resistance quickly spirals into something darker, deeper, and far more intoxicating. The harder Grace pushes him away, the harder Damien pulls her in. And when shadows from her past resurface jealous ex-lovers, secrets she thought buried, and enemies that even Damien can’t control Grace must face the ultimate question: Will she run from the fire, or let it consume her? 🔥 When Fire Meets Grace is a sweeping, addictive romance filled with passion, danger, betrayal, and the kind of love that can’t be tamed. Perfect for fans of Colleen Hoover, Ana Huang, and Sylvia Day.

"Please… stop pushing. I can't move." The concert crowd was packed and restless, bodies pressed tightly together. I found myself too close to the girl in front of me. She wore a short skirt that brushed against me every time the crowd surged. What caught my attention was how close we were: the faint warmth of her body through the thin fabric made my pulse quicken. For a brief moment, I thought I felt her react too, as if she sensed the same strange tension hanging between us.

Ako si Eloisa Macaraeg, 19 yrs. Old.. Nag-iisang anak ng babaeng bulag na si aling sonya Lumaki akong hindi nasilayan ng aking ina ang aking naging itsura.. At Dahil sa ginahasa lamang siya ng aking ama. Nang isilang ako ng aking ina, sinikap niya akong buhayin mag-isa, sa paglalabada lamang.. Dahil matapos na magahasa ang aking ina ng lalakeng adik. Mula noon hindi na ito nagparamdam pa sa aking ina. Sinikap akong pag aralin ng aking ina. At dahil sa biniyayaan ako ng katalinuhan, nagiging iskolar ako sa mga pinasukan kung school, mula elementary hanggang sa ako'y makapag tapos ng high school.. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad ng ako'y mag kokolehiyo na.. Hindi ko na ito natapos.. Hanggang 2 yrs. Lamang ang nakayanan ko, dahil nagkasakit na ang aking ina ng malubha.. At walang mag-aalaga sa kanya. Lingid sa kaalaman ng aking ina, lumalaki akong isang napakagandang bata. Maganda rin ang hubog ng aking katawan na namana ko sa aking ina. Hindi ako kaputian, pero makinis ang aking balat. Dahil sa kapos kami sa pagkain.. Nagdalaga akong balingkinitan lamang ang aking katawan, matangkad ako at natural ang pagka curly ng hair ko. Nang ganap na ika 19 years old ko.. Nagpasya na akong pumunta ng maynila upang makapaghanap ng trabaho. At napansin ko rin naman na medyo gumanda na ang kalusugan ng aking ina. Sa pag punta ko sa maynila, nakahanap ako ng magandang trabaho, ngunit may naging kapalit.. At ito ay ang pagka durog ng aking puso.. Nang malaman ang lihim ng aking pagka tao.. May pag Asa pa kaya akong makaahon sa hirap? At maging masaya?..

My love for gaming landed me in the World's Top Gaming Company as a new intern. On my first day I was paired up with another intern who seemed to be keeping some secrets. I was quite curious. So I started to keep an eye on him. Only to be shocked by seeing his dragon form. Hear me as I narrate you my love story.

What happens when we are stuck in our past, unable to move forward with our lives. Veronica was kidnapped and raped when she was eighteen, the culprit was not caught. She moved out of town, and never came back because of it, leaving her family behind. Ten years after the incident, she's still being plagued with nightmares and fears intimacy to the point of hyperventilating. They prevent her from having a normal life. Her best friends decide to engage the help of a psychologist to help her move on. In comes Dr Hunter Fisher, a man with a past of his own, who challenges her and brings out a side in her she never thought she'd experience. In the bliss of having found love together, they try to move on from their past together. But the enemy is out there and peace can never be found unless he is caught; only then can they be happy.

The housekeeper deliberately reveals her busty chest when I'm out of the house. She says coquettishly to my husband, "Oh, my. This is an accident, Mr. Houston …" My husband looks like he's focusing on his drink, but he keeps sneaking looks at her. I see all of this from the housekeeper's livestream.

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.

My parents used the compensation money from my sister's car accident to buy a four-room house, but they only let me stay in the bathroom. My twin brothers, who were not even a year old, each had their own room. When the twins grew up, they got into a car accident. One of them needed a corneal transplant, the other needed a heart. My parents begged me to donate and save them. When I tried to escape, they betrayed me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the time just after my sister's death. I sought justice for my sister and myself, and made my parents pay for what they had done.

It's wrong what we do but each time it's stronger than us, it's deliciously and perfectly wrong the future husband of my former friend is my ultimate sin