Novel & Cerita Why Didn't Mirabel Get A Gift In Encanto

Three days before my wedding, Adrian canceled it for the fifty-second time. He came to the Palermo workshop to approve my gown’s crest embroidery, but the moment I stepped out from the fitting curtain, he snatched up his holster and radio. “Torino bastards smashed Bianca’s vineyard, surrounded the estate. Lia’s terrified, so I have to go. The wedding is off.” Once, I would have stopped him and demanded to know who mattered more to him, me or Bianca. This time, I simply let him go. Thirty minutes later, Bianca posted an Instagram Story: [You’re the only shelter for me and my daughter.] The photo showed Adrian holding Bianca close, with Lia in his arms, calling him Dad. They looked like a real family. My parents sighed. “Seraphina, is the wedding in Hawaii off again? We’ve already sent the invitations to every renowned Italian family. What will this do to the Bellini family’s honor?” I shook my head, tapping the backup invite. "The wedding goes on.  In three days, I’ll still be a bride. Just not Adrian’s."

It was supposed to be Lyara’s happiest day. Instead, it broke her. With a positive pregnancy test clutched in her trembling hand, she found her husband and her best friend betraying her in the one place that should’ve been sacred. She said nothing. For her own reasons, she chose silence. He chose divorce papers, a threat, and the street. She vanished. Five years later, she returns unrecognisable. A single mother. A shadow CEO who rules the city from behind the scenes. And the man who destroyed her? He’s begging for a second chance. She rebuilt herself from ashes. Should she let him back into her world?

My husband, a regiment commander, once promised me he'd only accompany his depressed first love ninety-nine times. But when I finally reached that ninety-ninth tally, I saw the two of them locked in a tight embrace. After that, I stopped crying and begging him not to go to her. I only asked him for a safety locket—a small blessing for our soon-to-be-born child. At the mention of the baby, his expression softened. "When I get back," he said gently, "I'll go with you to the hospital for the checkup." I nodded obediently. I didn't tell him that ten days earlier, I had already filed for divorce. Now, our divorce was final.

On my fifth birthday, my parents showed up at my birthday party later than usual. They brought with them a skinny little girl who couldn't seem to speak at all. I rushed over, hoping to hug Mom, only to get knocked down by her. That was how I fell into the ten-foot cake that my parents had specifically picked out for me. Buttercream filled my nose and mouth, suffocating me to no end. When I managed to climb out of the mess, I burst out in tears and asked Dad to cuddle me. But Dad retracted his hands while looking conflicted. "Don't blame your mom, Willow. From now on, you must take good care of Maple, your little sister. As long as Maple is happy, your mom will be happy." Later on, the mean kids in the neighborhood shove Maple Thompson, my new little sister, into a pile of sand. I rush over to protect her immediately. Once we get home, I mimic my parents by drawing a bath so that I can clean Maple up. That's when Mom suddenly barge into the bathroom and slap me heavily across the face. "You've already enjoyed our love for the past five years! Why are you still greedy for more? I can't believe you're trying to drown Maple right now!" Mom's eyes have gone bloodshot. She drags me by the hair and stuffs me into the washing machine. "Only a washing machine is capable of cleanse that filth out of your soul! You can only scramble out of the washing machine and apologize to Maple once you've decided to quit bullying your sister!" In the living room, Dad lowers his voice. "Keep your voice down when you're chewing Willow out. Maple is about to fall asleep. Don't go around waking her up now." Mom doesn't want to look at me anymore. Instead, she slams the lid onto the washing machine forcefully. I can't get out of the machine. What she doesn't know is that the washing machine will activate. "The 212-degree-Fahrenheit wash cycle has been activated." Scalding hot water is soon dumped onto my body. It hurts so much that I gradually lose my consciousness. Will Mom love me again once I'm squeaky clean after the wash cycle?

He's everything Kelsie Anderson shouldn't want: cocky, smug, and very annoying, always trying to get on her nerves. Lancelot freaking Wolfe. The guy she knew nothing about. But he caught her attention from the time he wanted to run her over with his Harley. She thought she wouldn't meet him again, until he showed up at her red room (the viper's den) as his new bodyguard. Through a race she lost, he ended up being, not just her bodyguard, but her biker prince. One kiss aroused many feelings and he was all she could think about. She tried to fight it, but her feelings won. The same goes for Lancelot too, whose sole reasons for swinging into the Andersons' lives weren't honorable. Revenge had him seeking her family, but as events unfolded, tension thickening he began to question his motive. Plus, his insides were always on fire when she was near. But it seemed fate didn't want them to be together, not that easily. Truths about his family's death unfolded in ways he couldn't imagine, but he tried to keep Kelsie away while trying to unravel it all. It turned out that the bane of his existence wasn't Gerald Anderson but someone else close to him. He was put in the middle of it, made the villain behind Kelsie's sister's death, and now, Kelsie had to choose between standing for her love or letting him be sent to jail. Did Lancelot take the fall for what he didn't do, or was he able to persevere and bring his family's killer to book? Was their love strong enough to pass the test of time that shook them both?

There are a lot of twists and turns in this romance novel about a billionaire and his assistant; it's unlike any other story. Raven Snow meets Ace Black at a party where she almost kissed him. When she goes for a job interview and enters the office of the CEO, she then recognizes Ace Black as the CEO of Black Global Group of Companies. Ace denies her the job she applied for because she didn’t kiss him. Raven grows to hate Ace. But little does she know that the story of how love grew from hate begins here. Ace eventually employs Raven to be his assistant. Raven has no choice but to work for him since she is in dire need of a job. Things get interesting in the office as they work together and that’s when Raven starts falling for Ace. When her ex, Todd, appears in the picture, Ravens get entangled in a love triangle and things get complicated. Life, or Ace’s mother and Raven’s father in this case, hit them with the news of an arranged marriage. This complicates things further as they learn that they are betrothed to each other. For some reason, Raven hates the idea of being betrothed to Ace. But love always conquers. Ace and Raven find themselves so badly in love with each other that they can’t seem to have enough of each other. But with all the good thing that come are also the bad things. Lana, Raven’s best friend and Ace’ ex, grows jealous of Raven and Ace’s relationship and plans to separate them with Todd’s help. In the end, their plan fails thanks to Ray, Raven’s sister. Raven and Ace continue to love each other unconditionally. Love conquers all.

I was the belle of the school, good grades and all. But I wasn't the nerd they thought I was. I had been secretly dating my adopted brother's sworn enemy for three years. Lucian Palma had a strong desire for intimacy, so I went along with him in unlocking countless places to make love. He promised that he would marry me after graduation. Once he took over the family business from his wealthy father, he would make me the happiest woman alive. I believed him, even indulging him in his kink of recording us sleeping together. Lucian assured me that those videos were for his eyes only, and that no one else would ever see them. But then, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Lucian and his friends. "Lucian, you had deliberately staged a hero saving the damsel in distress situation to make Nina Etienne fall for you, all just to get it back at your archnemesis, Aaron North. If he found out his little sister had been sleeping with you, wouldn't it kill him with rage? "You've filmed hundreds of intimate videos, haven't you? When do you plan to release them? We'd love to see the nerd stripped bare under you." I didn't confront him about this. Instead, I quietly walked away and agreed to meet the fiance my father had arranged for me.

It was no secret that Ryker Frost would burn the world for one person…his little sister, Summer. So when their rapacious father sold her off to Zarek Lachlan…a sadistic billionaire rumored to have buried his brides before dawn…Ryker did what no sane man would dare. He took her place. Now bound in a marriage meant to be a death sentence, Ryker finds himself face to face with a monster… one who watches him like prey instead of a sacrifice. Two S-class Alphas. Two predators forced into one cage. Ryker—twenty-four, F1 champion, tech prodigy, and a schemer to the bone. Zarek—twenty-eight, a man wrapped in blood and secrets. This was never meant to work. Because when two dragons meet, one doesn’t survive. On their wedding night, Ryker smirked victoriously. “Bet you didn’t see this coming.” Zarek only smiled. And suddenly… it didn’t feel like Ryker was the one in control. [Alternate title: married to my sister's fiancé]

Ashley Grey knows better than to get involved with her bestfriend that's in a relationship. She has been keeping her feelings for him a secret for years. Until one day they are dared to kiss each other. Then everything is flipped between them. Stolen kisses, touches and a whole lot of tension. These two go on a journey that will either drift them apart or pull them even closer. “ I can’t be your friend Ley when I know how you taste.” This book is part of a series: Book 1: Badboy Asher Book 2: His Blonde Temptress Book 3: Loving The Enemy Book 4: Bestfriends Shouldn't Know How You Taste

A month before I was set to present my life’s work—the Moonlight Therapy—Marcus, my Alpha and fiancé of five years, asked me to give the entire research project to his old flame, Isabella. I refused. He spent the entire month trying to convince me, insisting he was only fulfilling her dying wish. Then, two weeks before the presentation, a link from a friend arrived. That’s when I discovered Isabella was already promoting my research online as her own. He had never intended to ask for my permission at all. In that instant, I chose to sever our five-year bond. What Marcus didn’t know was that the core research he’d stolen was critically flawed. On the very day Isabella presented that faulty data to the world, I walked through the doors of the Boston Werewolf Medical Institute instead. I never looked back.