Would've Could've Should've

"Did you ever, even once, imagine yourself loving me?" Sarah posed a hopeful question to Philip. "Don’t make me laugh, Sarah. Everything between us has been purely about pleasure and business.” Sarah had harbored feelings for Philip ever since she first saw him in a sports magazine. When his fiancée abandoned him at the altar to elope with another man, Sarah selflessly offered herself as a replacement bride to spare his embarrassment. After enduring three years of a loveless and toxic marriage, Sarah finally summoned the courage to divorce Philip, who was still pining for his former fiancée. She vowed to herself that she would find another man who would love, trust, and worship her like a queen. This is what she sought if she were to marry a second time. A year later, their paths crossed again. Philip confronted Sarah in a ladies’ restroom, demanding, “Do not let other men touch you!” Sarah remained indifferent; her demeanor noticeably changed. “And what if I do?” she retorted. Philip’s tone grew menacing, “You won’t like what I’d do.” Unfazed, Sarah shot back, “Mr. Cornell, I’ve never liked what you’ve done, even in the past. There’s nothing new about that, and please stop whining like a baby,” before turning and walking away, disdainfully leaving him behind.

I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.

My boyfriend is summoned away by a phone call on the day he proposes to me. Once he's gone, his true love forces hard liquor down my throat with everyone watching. "You can drink on Oliver's behalf since you claim he can't drink. You've done this plenty of times over the years, anyway." I've carefully protected Oliver Sansbury for the past four years due to his heart condition. However, all I get in return is a slap to the face. Later, when I make his mother end up behind bars, he falls to his knees by my sickbed. He cries and begs me to marry him. It's too bad I'm about to die.

"I've spent a thousand years finding you, little mate and now that I've found you, I'm never letting you go! Even if I have to imprint it on your body, you belong to me, Celene!" Celene caught her boyfriend who was supposed to be away from the pack and her stepsister, tangled in the sheets and claiming to be fated mates. As if it wasn't enough, her stepmother is bent on marrying her off to the Lycan king. What she doesn't expect is that the ruthless and possessive Lycan King is none other than her fated mate. And now, he swears to never let her go. She was the salvation that he sought after all. He owned her---body, soul and mind!

Ce qui se passe lorsque vous tombez en amour avec l'homme de fantaisie dans vos rêves seulement pour découvrir qu'il est vrai... mais, pas humain? C'est la question que Gertie Hitchcock confrontés. Non seulement a-t-elle chaude et sexy homme de rêve dans la chair, mais c'était beaucoup de situations inattendues qui inclus forme exotiques shifters et fou amoureux qui filée et kidnappée ! Son rêve l'amour peut venir à son secours et la sauver de certains mauvais sérieusement les erreurs de jugement ?

“I’ve always knew you’d be the man to fuck me to heavens.” The door opened on that comment and the man she least expected waltzed in. “Tell me, how many times have I f*cked you to heavens in your wild little imaginations, Gina?” …………… He was my father’s best friend, a father figure to me. But he’s also the hottest man I’ve ever seen alive. With his fit, toned, and athletic build. He has plagued my dreams more time than I can count. Fucking me to heavens and back, and when the chance comes to experience him. It doesn’t matter what it costs. I’m willing to let him ruin me.

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”

"I can't love you" "I'm philophobic" she added softly as she stared into his glimmering blue eyes. "Then we've got a deal" he replied with an icy tone.

Karma is like a boomerang, what you give out would always come back to you. Bullshit. Absolute bullshit. Karma doesn't reciprocate what you give. She just gives. Indifferent to the consequence of her biased distributions. Why else would I be at the receiving end of a punishment I don't warrant? I've been beaten, belittled and my wings were clipped off by the person meant to teach me how to fly. And yet, I can't bring myself to hate those who have wronged me. For I'm nothing but a victim of ill fate and twisted vengeance. But would I ever get what I truly deserve? Or would karma keep being a bitch and forget that she owes me?

Lilith: I don’t believe in love, I believe in truth. If you can tell me what’s on your mind and accept what’s on mine we will get along fine. I just discharged from army intelligence and am looking to calm my life down with my handsome man. My son Jax. I’ve been single since my ex passed and am not looking but my friend Kelly seems to forget that. God love her she is the best friend a girl could ask for but I could do without the matchmaking... Damian: I don’t know what’s out there. Don’t care either. All I care about is my club, my bike and my best friend Brody. We’ve had each other’s backs forever. And even though he is a playboy he always comes through when your in a bind. And that’s why he’s my VP. He thinks he’s found his One and while I’m not too sure about this girl he’s happy and that’s all that counts. Now he believes I need a woman and he can kiss my ass. I don’t need anyone on the back of my bike when I got a whole club on my shoulders.