Woo Do Hwan Dramas

Even the coldest heart would soon grow warm if she kept holding on to it. That was what she believed. That was why she became his unloved placeholder of a wife. Unfortunately, all her devotion only led to a heartless divorce. “She’s awake now,” he told her. “Step down and step away, you miserable knock-off.”Then, he left. When he came back, it was because he needed her to do something only an impostor could do: go to jail for his dream girl’s crime. Deirdre McKinnon was condemned to perdition. She lost her baby before it was born. She lost her face to violence. She lost the ability to see. It was two months of a hell-like nightmare. At last, something died inside her heart. Two years later, she found herself another man, but when Brendan Brighthall met her by pure happenstance, a new feeling was born in his heart: jealousy. There were no means too terrible, no scheme too underhanded—not if it meant he’d possess Deirdre’s heart again. And yet, she simply refused to love him anymore.“What do you want me to do, Deirdre McKinnon?! What must I do to go back to the good old days?” His eyes turned red. “I’ll give you everything I have!”“You gave me a copper trinket two years ago. It was a sorry excuse for a wedding ring, and yet I cared for it as though it was the most precious jewel in the world…“But now? Nothing you can give would be even remotely worthwhile. Not even you.”

（Alpha Trojan） "Just do it!"My wolf Lupus urged. "You're going to tell to everyone anyway, so just say it now. Tell everyone that Nikita is our Luna." I landed my eyes at Nikita's face. "Do it, Trojan!" My wolf kept prodding me, he couldn't wait to mark our mate. But no, I can't do that... I looked at Nikita's worried eyes. I made up my mind. I’m going to say that… "It’s my sad announcement to tell everyone of you that I haven't found my mate yet." *** (Nikita) A few hours ago, the first sight I saw Alpha Trojan I was sure we were mates. But now, he announced that he had not found mate in front of me...

“Do you know a way out?” He asked, as he drove the sword through a guard running towards us. I flinched as his blood splattered all over us. When I did not answer, he looked at me again. “Do you know a way out, your highness?” I nodded. “Then run as fast as your legs can carry you. Do not turn back.” No. “I want to help.” The anger he felt from my words, could be seen as he attacked another guard all the while shielding me from the sword of the enemy. “RUN.” He said his eyes glaring into my soul, fear touching every cell of mine yet somehow his presence wanted me to believe that I had no other option than to run.

Cursed by a witch from birth for the mistake of his father, Jason has to live a life of not being able to shift into full wolf. It is more complicated when he gets mated to another witch. "I would do no such mistake of taking you in as even a slave, talk less of my mate or Luna," he spoke with so much despise laced in his voice. "I also would rather drink poison than even breath the air that you do," I retorted.

"I want to do things to you. Things only a man can do to a woman." he breathed on her neck. "I want to touch you in places that will make your toes curl. I want to have your body pinned under me in my bed. I want to pleasure you until the only thing you can think of is my name. I want to rake my hands all over your naked body and have you beg me for more. I want to hear you chant my name like a spell Allison. That is what I want to do to you." He finally pulled away and looked at her face. He smiled at her flushed and dumbstruck expression. Her lips parted like she is going to say something but no word left her lips. She opened her mouth again and closed it. "Breath." he said to her "Wh...you ... how...I". She closed her mouth again not knowing what to say. ********* A man who is used to getting whatever he wants, he lacks nothing; women, power, money, fame. Promiscuous and unfeeling, he will do anything to get what he wants Allison's only sister has been recently diagnosed of leukemia and a lot of money is needed for her treatment or she might die. Out of desperation, Allison finds herself in the office of the cold CEO seeking for a high paying job as one of his employees but the CEO has another job for her. Will he take pity on her? Will he make her do something against her will? Will she go any length to save her sister? Or will they find something they didn't expect from each other?

Duas semanas antes do casamento, Theo Salles de repente adiou a cerimônia de novo. — A Suzana disse que nesse dia vai inaugurar sua primeira exposição. — Explicou ele. — Ela vai estar sozinha na abertura, tenho medo que ela não consiga segurar a pressão. Com certeza vai precisar de alguém ao lado. — Continuou. — Nós não precisamos dessa formalidade. Casar hoje ou amanhã, qual é a diferença? Mas essa já era a terceira vez que ele adiava nosso casamento por causa da Suzana Lima. Na primeira vez, ele disse que Suzana tinha saído de uma cirurgia e sentia falta da comida da terra natal. Então, sem hesitar, ele foi para o exterior cuidar dela por dois meses. Na segunda vez, ele disse que Suzana ia se isolar nas montanhas para pintar em busca de inspiração. Ficou preocupado achando que não era seguro ela ir sozinha, por isso, foi junto. Esta é a terceira vez. Desliguei o telefone e olhei para Léo Duarte, meu amigo de infância, sentado preguiçosamente à minha frente. A bengala na sua mão, incrustada de esmeraldas, batia ritmicamente no chão de mármore. Você ainda quer uma esposa? — Perguntei. No dia do meu casamento, Suzana, sorridente e encantadora, ergueu sua taça esperando que um homem brindasse com ela. Mas esse homem, de olhos vermelhos, estava assistindo ao vivo o casamento do herdeiro do maior grupo imobiliário do país, o Grupo Duarte.

Welcome To A World Of Different Possibilities! Where Fiction Is Explained. Where Travel Through Space Is a Breeze. Where The Mysteries Of The Unknown And Forgotten Are Rediscovered. Follow Kyrniz as she journey's to Remember What and Who she is. From Different points of view, we will Uncover Mysteries You, have Thought of? Dreamt of? Hear about?.. but probably forgot.... maybe ... A Different Form of Writing that Allows One to Think about Different Things. That do have something to do with the progression of my story. From the Evilness of disappearances, to what goes on when specific events happen unexpectedly, to the past that is a dream but not, What happens when specific 'locked in time' moments that cannot be undone happen? To a new world that is older than the oldest, deadly secret. Do you dare to challenge your mind on being a Descendant of an Impossibiliter? Or Discard this book for being Impossible to read? The Choice Is Yours

A businessman. A stalker. An FBI agent. What do they have in common? Unfortunately, they all have ties to Evangeline Becker. A sassy, no filter, attention seeker author who has dated almost every man in the entertainment sector. The prettier they are, the more determined she is to make them like her. But when they eventually do, she discards them faster than anyone can say run. However, when she meets Mason, the tables turn. She finds herself falling for him and is desperate to make him love her back. But there's one teeny tiny problem. She can't let him find out who the real woman behind the mask is. Will Eva take off the mask and let Mason see the real her or will she do what she always does when relationships start getting serious? Run

What do you do when you’re in love with your childhood best friend, but the words to tell him stay locked inside? For Elle, confessing her feelings to Jack, the boy who’s also her brother’s closest friend feels like risking everything. So she stays silent, wrestling with her heart while navigating the chaos of young adulthood. But as time slips away, new faces enter their lives, and growth pulls them in different directions, Elle learns the hard way that waiting might cost her the chance to ever speak her truth. Her soul ached for him, her one true love, even if confessing meant risking her heart to break she was going to do it. She just doesn’t know it yet, but Jack has been keeping a lot of secrets of his own.

Sabendo que meu marido Otávio fingiu a própria morte para assumir a identidade do irmão gêmeo, eu escolhi não desmascará-lo e pedi ao comando militar que o desse como morto e o excluísse do Exército. Na vida passada, após a morte do irmão, Otávio abandonou a patente de comandante para viver como o irmão, apenas para não deixar a cunhada viúva. Quando o confrontei, ele negou tudo, protegeu a cunhada e me levou à ruína. Fui humilhada, expulsa de casa, perdi minha filha e morri no inverno. Ao abrir os olhos novamente, volto exatamente ao dia em que ele passou a fingir ser Fábio.