Who Is The Voice Of Dobby

Estela Bremmer is a young widow, and on her husband's first death anniversary, she met the handsome, wealthy writer Michael Jensen at his book launch. Estela hated him because he was the exact opposite of her deceased spouse. She didn't hide her disgust towards him at the party as she tried to humiliate him with insults and sarcasm. Her publisher friend listened in utter helplessness to her attacks. She was resentful that her pious, gentle, and loyal husband had to die at a very young age while a man like Michael should live a long life. Let alone that her husband's published poetry book sales paled compared to Michaels' best-selling books. Little did she know that Michael would take his sweet revenge that night in her bed.

Bumukas ang malaking pintuan sa harap ko, at narito ang lalaking minamahal ko, ang mata'y walang damdamin habang lumalapit ako sa altar. Ngumiti ako kahit na masikip ang dibdib ko. Narinig ko ang musika habang dahan-dahang naglalakad patungo sa lalaking naghihintay sa harap. Si Kiel, nakatitig nang seryoso sa akin. Walang kahit anong kasiyahan ang makikita sa kanyang mukha, at ito'y nagdulot ng kirot sa aking puso. Iniharap ko ang aking kamay, ngunit itinuring niyang wala ito at agad na umusad patungo sa harap ng pari. Iniwan akong nakatambad ang kamay sa ere. Yumuko ako, bahagyang nahihiya. Sumunod ako sa harap ng pari, at sinimulan na ang misa. "Maari mo nang halikan ang iyong asawa," ang sabi ng pari. Humarap ako kay Kiel, inaasahan ang isang halik sa labi, ngunit sa pisngi lamang ito dumapo. "Nakuha mo na ang titulong Mrs. Valerian, ngunit tiyak kong hindi mo makukuha ang aking pagmamahal," bulong niya. Pumikit ako, at naramdaman ang sakit sa aking puso. "Tandaan mo 'yan, Sam? Hindi mo makukuha ang aking pagmamahal dahil may iniibig na ako," dagdag niya habang nagpalakpakan na ang mga tao. Tumulo ang isang butil na luha. "Sarap mong pagmasdan habang umiiyak," layo na nito sa akin pagkatapos ng mga salitang iyon at agad na lumabas ng simbahan. Pinalis ko ang luha ko at mag-isang ngumiti sa harap ng mga taong masaya para sa amin. Kumikirot ang dibdib ko sa likod ng aking mga ngiti. Daig ko pa ang sinaksak, ngunit hindi ko pinahalata. "Saan pupunta ang asawa mo?" inosenteng tanong ng isang matanda. Ngumiti ako, ngunit hindi na nagbigay ng pagsasalita. "Baka excited lang," mapanukso ng isa. Tumawa ako, kahit na parang pinipiga ang puso ko. Ako si Samantha Alexandria Perez, o dapat bang sabihin Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian, and I am his unwanted wife.

Delilah Ramones was thrilled to be named Luna of her pack, a moment she had eagerly awaited to stand beside Alpha; Jeremy Davenport. But her joy was shattered when she was kidnapped and nearly killed by her stepbrother, Benson, who wanted his sister, Tracy, to become Luna instead. Fortunately, Delilah was able to escape and was rescued by Elijah William. To her surprise, Elijah was not just any rescuer; he was King Alpha. Elijah wouldn't let Delilah get away. He offered her two choices: become his and have everything she could ever want, or refuse him and face death.

The king orders me to spend three days in a trial marriage with four beastmen separately and pick one to be my consort. The first beastman is a naga, which means double the fun down there. The second beastman is a werefox who has the fluffiest tail. The third beastman is a lycan. His kind is known for having the strongest core strength. The fourth beastman, on the other hand, is Julius Lockewood, a cervitaur I've liked since childhood. After I'm drugged, I reject the other three beastmen and search desperately for Julius while tremors rack my body. However, I end up overhearing his friend laugh and say, "Julius, you rascal. I can't believe you drugged the princess just to win a bet that she would keep herself pure for you. Aren't you worried that she'll go to someone else instead?" Julius snorts indifferently. "She's crazy in love with me. Cervitaurs prefer virgins. If she loses her virginity, she'll have no chance of marrying me. She wouldn't dare. I bet that even if she were driven mad with lust, she wouldn't touch anyone else." Heartbroken, I follow the king's orders and enter a trial marriage with each of the other three beastmen. When Julius comes to my house, he hears me beg, "Don't put your tail there…" It makes him so angry that he loses his mind. When the royal decree is issued, he gets on his knees and begs me to stay with him.

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

My husband did not love me, and he certainly did not love our child. On the day our son was born, he did not even glance at him. He merely tossed him into my arms. Then, his first love came back from overseas. That night, the ever-cold Henry had gotten drunk for the first time. He even smiled as he held our child in his arms. Delighted, our son wrapped his little arms around my husband's neck and asked me in a soft voice, “Mommy, what’s wrong with Uncle?” I crouched down, pulling him into my embrace. My eyes reddened as I explained, “Uncle's favorite person came back, so we shouldn’t bother him anymore. We’re going to find a new home.”

As they stood atop a cliff, the kidnapper held a knife to her throat, and the throat of his dream girl. “You can choose only one.”“I choose her,” the man said, pointing to his dream girl.Stella’s voice trembled as she said, “Weston… I’m pregnant.”Weston looked at her indifferently. “Gwen has a fear of heights.”Many years passed after that.Rumor had it that Ahn City’s prestigious Mr. Weston Ford was always lingering outside the house of his ex-wife, even breaking boundaries to pamper her, even if she would never bat an eyelid at him.Rumor had it that the night Stella brought a man home with her, Weston almost died at her door. Everyone was envious of Stella, but she smiled politely and said, “Don’t die at my door. I fear germs.”

“Kiss me.” The words tumbled out and Lex stepped back instantly. He turned away from her and Isis felt her pride being butchered. “Isis, I-” His voice travelled through the room. It was laced with uncertainty. His back was still to her. "I am sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I-uh. Good bye, Mr. Greyson.” Isis replied as she slid off the desk. She needed to leave, before her embarrassment killed her. Isis grabbed her bag and stalked off towards the door. A grip like iron encased her shoulder and she was spun around to face Mr. Greyson, he pushed her against the door and dropped her bag onto the floor. He pinned her body with his, a hand around her waist bringing her body against his and his other hand cupping her face. He ran his thumb along her lower lips and took satisfaction in her shuddering. He drew her hands up and anchored them above her head, pinning them to the door. His mouth slowly covered hers and moved teasingly. Isis gasped at the skillful movement of his lips against hers. He possessed her fully, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He tasted her, devoured her and nothing was sweeter for Lex. He fought to control his natural instincts firing to life and focused on giving her this but he was certain he would gain the most pain from it. He knew he would never forget this kiss, never meet its equal. He pulled away from her, their breath labored. He rested his forehead against hers and committed the moment to memory. He leaned off her, let her hands drop to her sides, he handed Isis her bag. "Good bye, Ms. Davenport.” He replied with some pain as he turned the door knob and allowed her to leave.

After helping illegitimate son Clifford Johansen rise to fame, Seraphine Lodge gets ruthlessly discarded. Clifford turns around and proposes to his "true love" with a fireworks show worth hundreds of millions. He also indulges her as she makes Seraphine's mother, Andrea Lodge, die from a heart attack. He robs Seraphine of her identity as a true heiress without remorse. Seraphine gives her heart to the wrong man, but she doesn't scream or cry. Instead, she dumps the scumbag, pockets 200 million dollars in breakup fees, and watches her career soar. But Clifford refuses to let her go. He ruins her reputation, turning public opinion against her. Seraphine doesn't bow to power or cruelty. Anyone who dares cross her gets a taste of her revenge, which comes swiftly and brutally. Sweet revenge is satisfying, but an even sweeter thrill arrives one night while cloaked in moonlight. A tall, commanding figure approaches, radiating elegance and dominance. It's Elliott Johansen, the heir to Dirkane's most prominent family. He's powerful, untouchable, and feared by all. Seraphine freezes. Then comes his low, magnetic voice in her ear, "Sera, leave the violence to me. If you get hurt, my heart will ache." Her heart skips a beat. He continues, "Be good. We'll go home together once I'm through with them."

For Alina, the worse has already happened and no longer she closed herself in the chains of the past. She got everything a girl could ask for. A boy who loved her, parents back to normal and the new start. For Kabir, the worse he could see had happened, the love he desired was back to him and at last, he moved on from the haunted past and failure. He got everything a boy could ask for. A girl who loved him and the new start with her. But they forgot new starts are not easy when your past is still there, haunting and crushing you. Maybe this new start wasn't a lovely one but the one to push them back to the start. Maybe they would learn love is not forever. Second part of published book 'Breaking Myself'