Yoon Mi-rae Always

After discovering her longtime boyfriend cheated on her, Evelyn Hart walks into a blind date arranged by her family angry, heartbroken, and determined to erase the past. Sitting across from a calm, sharply handsome stranger, she blurts out the most reckless idea of her life: “Let’s get married.” To her disbelief, Jesse Ward agrees. Evelyn thinks she’s marrying a stable, ordinary man who might give her a quiet life. What she doesn’t know is that Jesse wasn’t her intended blind date at all and that he’s secretly a powerful billionaire who lives far from the spotlight. As they settle into marriage, unexpected feelings begin to grow. But Jesse seems haunted by something unspoken. And Evelyn can’t understand why he sometimes looks at her like he already knows her. A sudden accident shakes loose a buried memory in Evelyn’s mind: a reckless night years ago, a stranger whose face she never forgot and that face matches her husband’s perfectly. In that instant, everything clicks into place. Their marriage was impulsive. Their meeting was accidental. But their connection? It began long before either of them realized.

Cora Watson held onto her husband’s promise from three years ago and did whatever she could to please him. She loved him dearly even if he, himself forgot about his promise and shattered her heart, ruthlessly. Now, she’s had enough! She would get divorced from him and would never let him or anyone trample over her ever again! *** I watched as she bent her head and kissed his lips while gyrating her hips at the same time. She seemed to be on cloud nine as she rode him faster and harder. My breath was stuck in my throat. Though I could only see his side view I couldn’t miss the shirt on his body. He was still clad in a shirt though the lower half of his body was exposed. It was a shirt I had specially picked for my husband this morning. A custom-made shirt that I had gotten for him on his last birthday and he was currently on it while being fucked by another woman.

Good luck and Bad luck. Sometimes it's just a matter of perspective. With a little bit of both. Font Pride & Prejudice

Ariana se esfuerza al máximo por cumplir sus obligaciones como hija de un alfa. Pero su vida se desequilibra cuando conoce a su misteriosa pareja. Él es fuerte. Es feroz. Y, de hecho, puede que sea su enemigo. Ahora se siente dividida entre el deber y el amor… ***** "Por favor, no te vayas", susurré mientras empezaba a besar su cuello una vez más. Me acarició la cabeza, pero empezó a decir las razones por las que sabía que estaba mal. "No podemos hacerlo, Tritón", me dijo. "Nos está matando y está destruyendo a nuestras familias. Imagina cómo reaccionaría la manada si nos descubrieran aquí. ¿Si descubrieran que estás en el bosque conmigo, besándonos y acariciándonos? Por mucho que te quiera y por más que seamos pareja, también somos enemigos, Tritón". "¡No!", dije, con mi cara aún enterrada en su cuello."¡No me importa lo que piensen! ¡No me importa lo que pueda pasar! Todo lo que quiero eres tú". «Mi enemigo, mi pareja», es una obra de Emma Levy, autora de eGlobal Creative Publishing.

Dawn Lewis and David Empire are sweet and lovey-dovey couple since they were in college. They were so in love to each other every single day. Until one day, Dawn suddenly asking for breaks up. He wanted to end their relationship. David didn't agree, he asked Dawn what's his reasons but Dawn didn't give him answered. Then at the end, David never agree instead he walk outside their house then go somewhere to cool off his head But he didn't know that Dawn planning to leave that night. Dawn disappear in 5 years and never came back. But fate never fails. They meet again in unexpected event. They become coworkers. David become his boss. Dawn become his secretary. What will happen to their feelings? It is remaining pure or it become nothing. Is their feeling for each other has a change to forget everything in the past or it will turn everything in the past.

“Life will always bring you surprises, even if you don't want it.” She caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her friend, Layla. She even caught them with her own two eyes making out. But hindi pa d'yan nagtatapos ang lahat. After 6 months, isinugod siya sa hospital only to find out that she have PCOS. The gynecologist told her that she will struggle to bear a child. Heartbroken and devastated with her situation, Amara decided to get pregnant without a partner. She planned to undergo artificial insemination in Denmark. Kailangan niyang gawin ito dahil wala na siyang tiwala sa mga lalake at ang angkan nilang mga Hernandez ay isang beses lang nagkakaanak. Nakahanda na ang lahat ng plano niya. Unfortunately, habang sakay si Amara ng kanyang private plane ay biglang nagkaroon ng pagsabog at aksidenteng bumagsak ito sa dagat. Napadpad siya sa isang island na kalapit lang ng Batanes. Ang Vohas Island kung saan makikilala niya ang lalakeng bibihag sa puso niyang ilang ulit ng nasaktan. Si Dakila ay anak ng isang Datu ng Tribong Itbayat. Isang lalakeng may prinsipyo sa buhay. Naniniwala ito na kailangang manatiling dalisay ang isang lalake kung gusto nitong pamunuan ang tribo. Will she allow herself to fall in love o mas pipiliin niyang iwasan ito? Paano na ang plano niyang pagbubuntis? Kung ang lalakeng iniibig ay may panatang manatiling dalisay habambuhay? Halina't sabay-sabay nating tuklasin ang pag-iibigan nila Amara at Dakila.

"You left like I was never a reason to stay"- Sebastian Antonio For Him... She cannot be tamed. She loves freedom. She says whatever she wants to say. She is someone you cannot just easily handle. And she hates him. For Her... He is so lame! He just kept on following his parents' orders. He is her manifestation of jail! And he is the only man that can keep her heart beating fast.

He fell in love with the girl he had a one-night stand with. When her true nature revealed, he hated himself for loving her and decided never to see her again. However, his fate took an unexpected turn and entangled him in a contract marriage with her, turning the girl he despised into his temporary wife. Will their love-hate relationship lead to a deeper connection, or will it keep them forever bound by the terms of their contract? * “Stand up and bend over the bench.” I comply with his orders. “Are you yearning for me, Wifey?” “Yes. I want to feel you deep inside me.” “But do you deserve it?” He taps his hardness on my wetness. “Just f**k me, Steve.” “Seriously, you think I’ll listen to you after what you did today?” He asks, rubbing my with his thumbs agonisingly slow. As I grind myself against his hand, he tugs at my hair, pulling my head back. “Stay still if you don’t want me to spank your little this time. Understand?” “Yes.” “Good.” He pulls my hair and jabs deep into me without a warning. “You’re my wife.” He pulls out, but his tip remains inside me before thrusting himself into me again. “You belong to me”

Emma Blanton twists her ankle, and my fiance, Matthew Harrison, insists on becoming her personal chauffeur. When I voice my disapproval, he makes an even more outrageous decision. He moves Emma into my apartment at Bellemont District—the apartment I bought with my own money. He argues like he's the victim, "You're being selfish. She's injured, and living alone is too dangerous for her right now. I'm just being a decent human being. "And that place is sitting empty anyway. Having someone there helps with security." On the morning we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, he doesn't show up. I call, expecting apologies. Instead, I hear, "Emma had a fever this morning—101 Fahrenheit. I had to take her to urgent care. We can postpone getting the marriage certificate. Her health can't wait." To hell with postponing! I grab my phone and call David Rockefeller. "Do you want to marry me? Then get to City Hall. I'm serious—right now."

Tres días después de mi muerte, mi prometido Alberto recibió una llamada identificando mi cadáver. Con impaciencia, dijo,-No me importa su muerte. Avísenme cuando la entierren. La policía, impotente, llamó al segundo contacto de emergencia: mi amigo de la infancia, Luis. Él se burló con indiferencia,-¿De verdad muerta? Pero no me toca recoger el cuerpo. Entonces quémenlo. Hagan lo que quieran con las cenizas. Hasta que publicaron el acta de defunción en línea. Solo una noche, el pelo de mi prometido y mi amigo se volvió gris.