Âme Sœur

As a young age she was forced to work just to provide her parents vices and to support herself for study.A battered child of her alcoholic parents. Experienced having bruises everyday. She have suffered a lot until she met this guy who will become her savior.

Pertemanan yang Malik jalin bersama Isha semenjak mereka masih anak-anak berujung permusuhan karena sebuah kesalahpahaman. Satu sama lain saling menjauh. Apalagi ketika suatu ketika Malik mengatakan bahwa dia memang mencintai Isha, sehingga Isha marah dan menuduh Malik mengkhianati persahabatan mereka dengan membiarkan perasaan cintanya berkembang untuk Isha. Malik yang pasrah hanya bisa mencintai dalam diam dan putus asa ketika mendengar Isha akan dipersunting oleh laki-laki lain. Namun, sepertinya takdir sedang mempermainkan mereka ketika Malik justru mengajukan diri untuk menggantikan posisi Murad, laki-laki yang hendak menikahi Isha tetapi justru tidak hadir pada hari yang dijanjikan. Bagaimana Isha mengambil sikap? Apakah dia menerima uluran tangan Malik untuk menyelamatkan nama baiknya dan menerima pernikahan itu? Atau memilih menolak dengan banyaknya konsekuensi yang harus ditanggungnya? Jika memang Isha membenci Malik, mengapa dia membenci semua perempuan yang dekat dan mendekati Malik?

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT Elena is a simple and naive country girl who falls hopelessly in love with Kyle from the moment she sets her eyes on him, even though he seems way out of her league. Things surprisingly seem to work out in her favor as Kyle takes an interest in her and promises to marry her. What happens when Elena gets heartbroken and Kyle disappears without a trace?

With a slight blush of embarrassment, she nods, and her boss smiles. " You know it isn't free, right?" Even though she can't speak, she made up her mind to do it for her grandparents. "yes," she says as tears run down her cheeks. "Okay good, a deal is a deal," he said with a smirk.

I’m done with men! Not because I hate them, but because everyone I meet, and is just fine enough to pique my interest, I compare to him. And it ends right there and then. The ridiculous thing is that my love interest isn’t real. He is a figure that hunts my nights and brings pleasure into the few seconds that I’m captured by my sleep paralysis. I know that, and I am totally okay with it. Just as I start a new job, and my life seems to take a better turn, determined to forget the man from the shadows, I find my forbidden pleasure standing right in front of me. Suddenly my dream man wears a tailored suit and frowns at me. He is my boss. And he is very real.

Blurb: Desire isn’t polite. It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It comes like a spark in the dark; unexpected, magnetic, impossible to ignore. This book was written for the readers who crave more… More heat. More tension. More forbidden touches and reckless nights. More moments that make your breath hitch, your pulse race, and your imagination run wild long.

My husband had lost interest in me for many years. My son's classmate taught me how to flirt with my husband. However, when he was doing so, he placed a hand on my butt and said, "Open up, Mrs. Jackson!"

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.

"You were just a tool, Imogene." Her heart stopped. "And I was foolish enough to believe you cared." *** Imogene Scott had always known her place—by Damien Shaw’s side, even when his love was a distant dream. Marrying her only because of an unexpected pregnancy, Damien’s affection never blossomed. Instead, her devotion turned him from a mere sales manager into the billionaire CEO of IMU, one of Europe’s most powerful tech empires. But her sacrifices weren’t enough. After losing their baby, Damien’s coldness deepened, sealing their marriage with an unspoken “no meddling” rule. Imogene’s reward? Watching Damien parade countless mistresses, all while she buried her own dreams to fuel his. She believed, naively, that one day he’d see her worth. But when he fell in love with her stepsister and served her with divorce papers, Imogene’s world shattered. Realizing she was nothing more than a pawn in Damien’s game, she vanished—pregnant and determined to protect her unborn child. Three years later, Imogene returns, not as the broken woman who fled but as a renowned artist and mother to their two-year-old daughter. Now, Damien realizes what he’s lost and wants her back. But this time, Imogene is ready to fight, and she’s not making the same mistake twice.