Young Love

Jevan Hollen, son of the billionaire Evan Hollen, was the most popular boy in his highschool. His excellence made him stand out from everyone, including his friends. Blossom Wright was a normal young lady from Ghana. She earned a scholarship to a college in the US and was transferred to Jevan's school to finish her senior year. Jevan's and Blossom's path crossed and things got romantic between the two but when a jealous ex-girlfriend of Jevan started a plot, Blossom was deported along with her mother. Seven years later, Blossom is back in the US but she's not alone this time. And Jevan is engaged to another woman. Can past love find its way or would it be crushed by the present?

A college love story isn't always about roses, perfumes, fiery smooches, parties, and an happy-ever-after ending. At least, not in this situation.Gunshots, brain wrenching pain, hospitals, kidnaps, more gunfire, bright red galling blood and foul repulsive murders are what this love tale entails. And you just might want to reconsider fantasizing your self being wealthy or working towards it, for that just might be the inception of your termination like it was for Harvey Rhett, his beloved, orphans and the businessman, too. But all this didn't just pop out of nowhere, it begun thus...

After an unexpected miscarriage, I left my ward in search of Victor. I saw him inside the doctor’s office. Just as I was about to knock on the door, I overheard their conversation. “Give my wife a hysterectomy. I don’t need her to bear me any children.” Victor Gayes pulled the woman beside him to face the doctor, his hand rubbing her belly. “The baby inside her belly will be my only child. You must protect it no matter what.” I knew the woman very well. She was Victor’s secretary of three years, Rachel Aniston. Victor reminded the doctor again and again, sternly and anxiously. “You have to give her the best medicine. I won’t allow anything to go wrong with this baby!” I pulled my hand back, all my blood running cold. To think Victor would do something so heartless to me, just after I lost our baby. To think my faith in him would become a dagger, stabbed straight into my heart. If love had another face, it would probably be letting these feelings go with a smile.

Luke Fagundes is the son of billionaire Gonçalo Fagundes. The boy sees his life change completely when he discovers that his father betrayed his mother. Willing to reveal to the world who Gonçalo really is, Luke faces his own father, who sends him to another state, without clothes and without money. Luke will live hell on earth until he meets Aurora. Their lives, even with similar stories, will teach them that love heals many things, including wounds from the past. Will the son and also Billionaire Luke, abandon the idea of revenge to live a love story?

Due to the pressure their fathers put on them, they are forced to be married, to join the two Mafia families. However, Sofia eventually learns that even the devil once was an angel. a/n: I hope you'll enjoy this more romantic than mafia book.

For seven years, I love Cody Rummish, clinging to his promise—once his sister-in-law, Luna Briche, conceives, our ordeal ends, and we finally begin our married life. But reality betrays me. Just months after moving into his home, Cody slips into Luna's bedroom 88 times—starting with once a month, now nearly one or two visits daily. Every night, I sit in the downstairs living room, counting the minutes, clutching a flicker of unrealistic hope. As the sole heir after his twin brother's fatal plane crash, Cody inherits not just power and wealth but also, seamlessly, his brother's widow, Luna. After the 88th visit, Luna announces her pregnancy. But instead of Cody honoring his promise, a public declaration shatters me—he will formally marry Luna. I unravel, demanding answers. Silent, Cody locks me in the bedroom's walk-in closet. "Luna was trapped in an elevator for 30 minutes! She nearly died because of you! Stay here for five days. Feel her fear!" Only on the sixth morning does Cody casually open the door with a chuckle. "Alright, lesson learned. Time to apologize, right?" He finds only the stench of blood and my cold, lifeless body. He's killed the fiancée who's loved him for seven years.

Aria's in love with Mikee, a married man and ten years her Junior. But what is this kind of feeling she felft for Morgan, Mikee's brother?

Sarah fell in love, a decision she believes to be her biggest mistake.Her supposed happily ever after, her carefully planned forever had just been caught in bed with another woman and she had been carelessly cast aside.She's careful not to make the same mistake a second time.But, what happens when love is reignited after the embers have died down?What happens when you can't just let of love?

**Completed**#Mystery # RomanceAaina Sanghvi a beautiful but spoiled girl of rich Sanghvi family. Her family planned her wedding, and forced her into marriage with a guy, Her family did give her right to choose her husband, so She ran away from her destination wedding place on the wedding day. She went on a pre-planned trip with a group. Her family replaced the bride and her cousin married to that boy. She met Harsh Rawat (HR), the arrogant and possessive billionaire on her trip. Their family forced them to marry, they got married. But consequences start in their life when they consider each other's love. Aaina learns about Harsh's dark past and she has to face, she became a victim of it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Who are you?" I raised my hand to slap her hard, I lost my all senses of thinking, as learn her truth."I'm Aaina, " She trembled with fear, lying on the marble floor and scrawled back to save herself."Dadu... Veer.. Help me..." She cried out. loudly."I'm asking you for the last time, who are you and where is my Aaina?" I warned her undid my leather belt."Harsh, have you lost your sense?" Dadu stood between us."She isn't Aaina, Dadu. She is making us fool for a month, " I growled in anger.My words froze Dadu at his place. "Give me the proof, " Dadu ordered me."Dadu..." I screamed with a shock.

By the fifth year of my marriage to Noah Lester, everyone insisted that I, Emma Newman, was his eternal muse. But I knew the truth. Behind my back, Noah cycled through a parade of fresh-faced, eager lovers. He even flaunted them at social gatherings, swapping one for another with shameless ease. When friends teased him—"Didn’t you swear Emma was the love of your life? Why the revolving door of mistresses?"—he’d just laugh, arms slung around his latest conquests. "Once you’ve caught your muse the glow fades. Give me someone new and tender any day—at least they keep things exciting." So I began plotting my escape. What Noah never realized was that I had grown tired of him, too. Tired of this life, of these performances. I was done.