Why Doesn't Gimli Know About Moria

When Keenan's and nivea's world's meet what will they do? will they end up as mates? or will her independence drive him away?

"Why would you do this to me, i am your wife, i deserve to be respected too" i breath out in tears "Why won't i do this to you, you clearly said it yourself that you are my wife. I have every right over you. Now go down on your kneel and do the needful. Unless you want me to go out for it." "Go out for it. After all you are Leo Luthur, the heir of the Luthur empire." "Wow. You sure have grown wings Em remember this." He moved closer to me. "I will make you beg me for sex. And then i will torture you to the extreme. " i glared at him. "I would be waiting Leo. " ------------------------- I rolled on the bed trying to get a firm hold on the sheet.. he was all over me. I never ever thought i could open up to this demi-italian god staring at my soul through my eyes.. his hands were working on me.. i couldn't take it anymore "Leo please touch me"

Christina "Christy" Ross, as Poppy her friend had called her, had been a runaway bride for five years already from her billionaire groom Everette Watson. Christy thought she had already hidden away from him, but when she was going to meet her blind date from an online dating app, she was horrified to see it was none other than Everette! Five years ago, Christy had escaped their wedding. But now... Everette had promised not to allow her again. ******* STAND-ALONE BOOK Book 2: Forget About Me, Billionaire Book 1: Mommy, I Want My Daddy LOVING THE BILLIONAIRE SERIES You can read this book directly even if you have not read BOOK 1.

On Christmas Day, eight months pregnant, I struggled through the kitchen,cooking for my husband and his secretary. When I finally sat down, hoping to taste a piece of turkey I didn’t even get during Thanksgiving, my husband shoved me aside like I was nothing. He slid the turkey in front of his secretary instead. “Alison,you’re already so fat. Stop eating. Let Daisy have it—she deserves to enjoy your cooking.” Daisy，chewing on the turkey I had painstakingly prepared, had the audacity to mock me under the guise of playing truth or dare with my child. “So, what do you think your mom looks like?” “Mommy looks like a fat pig on a farm!” “Her stretch marks? They’re like disgusting worms crawling all over her. Even Santa would run for his life!” Their laughter erupted like daggers piercing me from all sides. Humiliation and rage burned through me as my dignity was stripped bare. I demanded an apology from that vile woman, but my husband—my husband!—turned his cold, cruel face toward me and said, “Get out of here.” Pregnant, exhausted, and humiliated, I stood there in shock. Then I snapped. I grabbed the Christmas cake and turkey and threw them in the trash. I walked out without looking back. This wretched family doesn’t deserve a second of my effort or a single ounce of my love!

'สำหรับผม เด็กดื้อไม่ใช่เด็กแลาด แต่เด็กดื้อก็คือเด็กดื้อ' ‘หนูต้องโตแค่ไหนถึงจะยืนข้างเทนต์ในฐานะคนรักได้คะ’ ‘ตอนนี้ตั้งใจเรียนก่อนนะครับ เป็นเด็กต้องตั้งใจเรียนก่อน’ ‘หนูพิ้งค์ไม่เคยขาดเรียนเลยนะคะ เทนต์บอกให้เรียนเก่ง ๆ หนูพิ้งค์ก็ทำตามที่บอก หนูสอบได้ที่หนึ่งของห้องตลอดเลย’ เด็กสาววัยละอ่อนยิ้มแก้มป่องอวยอย่างภูมิใจ ‘หนูจะได้ของขวัญจากเทนต์อีกไหม’ ‘เอาไว้คุณหนูสอบได้ที่หนึ่งอีกผมก็จะให้อีกครับ’ ‘สัญญาก่อน’ นิ้วก้อยน้อย ๆ ชูขึ้นมาหมายจะเกี่ยวก้อยทำสัญญากับชายหนุ่มทว่าพี่เลี้ยงสาวกลับจูงมือเธอเดินเข้าไปในโรงเรียนก่อน เด็กน้อยหันมามองตาละห้อยพลางเม้มปากแน่น แววตาฉาบด้วยม่านน้ำตาจนแพรวพราว ‘หนูอยากยืนอยู่ข้างเทนต์..เหมือนที่หม่าม้ายืนอยู่เคียงข้างปะป๊า’

For someone who nearly dies because of an accident that wipes the memories of her 23 years of existence - the only thing that Sammia Avileigh can do is to depend on everything that her family told her. With the help and support from them, she did her best to live a normal life. She follows everything that her parents told her about who she was, what she likes, what she does, what she wants, what's her favorite, how she dresses, what she hates, and what she's not good at. A year later, she finally recovers, she's happy with her life despite forgetting those memories that define her. But her almost perfect life turns upside down when she saw a strange note on the empty abandoned room on the back of their house. 'Aliano Silvanus Rivvero, you need to kill him. Remember that.' What does the note mean? Why does she feel like it is connected to her? And if that's the case- why would she kill the man she is bound to marry? The man that she really likes, according to her parents? They say a memory can be a star or a stain, and Sammia Avileigh didn't know that the latter defines her lost memories. And that's, what they will never let her know...

Aksidente at hindi inaasahan na mangyayari ni Kristina na basta-basta niya lamang maibigay ang kaniyang iniingat-ingatang Dignidad at Kalinisan bilang isang babae sa binatang nakilala niya lamang ng isang gabe. In short Kristina got a One Night Stand to the man she just meet. Dahil sa kalasingan ng dalawa at pagkawala nito sa kani-kanilang matinong kalagayan at kaisipan ay nagawa nila ang isang bagay na kailanman ay hindi nila akalain na magaganap. Ngunit sa kabila ng askidendting kaganapan sa kanilang dalawa ay magiging kabuluhan pala ito kay Kristina, kahit pa minsan na siyang nagsisisi sa kaniyang nagawang pagkakamali kung bakit niya naibigay ang kaniyang sarili sa binatang hindi niya lubos na kilala. Tila basta na lamang siya nagkaroon ng kagustuhan at interest sa binata matapos ang mainit na kaganapan sa kanila nang gabing iyon. Na tila humantong pa na may namumuong pagmamahal sa kaniyang puso para sa binata sa isang iglap lamang. Ngunit magagawa ba ni Kristina na ipagpatuloy ang kaniyang pagkagusto sa binata kahit na iniwan lamang siya nito na parang isang bayarang babae, na matapos pakinabangan ay iwan at pababayaan na lang? Magagawa ba niyang mahalin ang binata kapag sila'y magkikitang muli matapos nawala na parang bula? This story contains mature content! So, please! Read at your own RISK!!!!

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.

Hiding your fantasies is hard, especially when your best friend features in every one. I'm the good, innocent girl with a guilty obsession for erotic books. And the man who fuels all those fantasies? My best friend. Those veiny hands set my thighs on fire, and his deep voice twists my insides with desire. But he never knew. And I could never tell him– not when he flirts with everyone and only sees me as his baby sister. Until one reckless night of drinks and games lands me in his bed. Now I’m not sure I ever want to leave. But best friends shouldn't touch you like this. Best friends shouldn't make you squirt this good. But when a sudden arranged marriage threatens to tear us apart, our secret is exposed in a blaze of scandal, turning stolen moments into a bitter need for revenge. So how do I explain this to my parents? Since they still think I'm a virgin?

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.