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Dream Brooks is a timid high schooler who hates her body and everything about her. The popular school bullies, NASTIES, uses her timid nature against her, bullying her at any opportunity they get. What happens when the school's popular boy falls in love with a nobody, the inferior one?

Ikinasal ako sa taong hindi ko gusto. Like the other arranged marriage love story, we end up loving each other. However, a dark secret behind our marriage was revealed. Can we continue to feel the warmth of love we have, and stay in each other's arms, knowing that that secret has deeply inflicted us the most painful event of our lives? Are we ready to find out the truth? May happy ending din ba kami katulad ng mga taong nagsimula sa arranged marriage? "Unmarry me." "Okay."

"I want you to be mine." Davon purrs into my ear while his hand snakes up to my neck. "I want to be yours, too..." "Good. Then I shall fuck you till you forget your own name, little flower." His hand tightens against my throat.

Sienna Greenwood I don't know which one hurts more. Loving him while he still loves his past or leaving him in the arms of his past. I thought I could cope with it but I realize I only fall into a darker pit the more I try. So I decided to let it go,to end everything because there was nothing worth living for. But he came once again and saved me. But only this time it was the Vice Versa situation. Only time will tell.

After Scarlett’s father is framed and thrown in jail, making her family go bankrupt, Scarlett takes it upon herself to clear his name but things take a nasty turn when one night, she is drugged and she finds herself the next morning in the bed of a cold stranger, Damian. Trying to make sense of everything, she discovers a shocking truth, Damian is not just any rich cold stranger, he is the Uncle to her of an ex boyfriend who left her at her lowest point.

Caroline James, an eighteen-year-old liberal-minded she-wolf, is devastated when her alpha boyfriend, Noah Frost, leaves her for his destined mate. Determined to protect herself from more heartache, Carrie vowed never to love again and unexpectedly meets Jesse Morris, her fated mate, on the same night. Fueled by her pain, she devises a plan to use Jesse to make Noah jealous and win him back. But as Carrie spends time with the kind and much older Jesse, her resolve starts to waver. Jesse's unwavering love and loyalty break through her defenses, making her question her decision. Torn between her original intentions and her growing feelings for Jesse, Carrie faces a difficult choice. Will she hold onto her past or embrace a new chance at love?

Mi novio, Pablo Pimentel, es el heredero de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Su fortuna supera los cien mil millones de dólares. Para ponerme a prueba, durante siete años de relación, nunca me regaló nada, nunca gastó un solo centavo en mí. Ni siquiera cuando iba a comprar condones: insistía en pagar mitad y mitad. Después, mi madre se enfermó de gravedad. Les pedí dinero a todos los familiares y amigos que pude. Solo me faltaban dos mil dólares para cubrir el costo de la cirugía. Le supliqué, le rogué. Pero Pablo no me prestó ni un dólar. Tuve que pagar yo sola los gastos del funeral de mi madre. Cuando regresé a casa para recoger mis cosas, encontré por casualidad una lista de regalos que le había comprado a Sara García: una villa de lujo, bolsos de marcas exclusivas, joyas valoradas en cientos de millones de dólares… También vi los audios en el grupo con sus amigos: "Pablo, ¿es cierto que Leticia se arrodilló para pedirte dos mil dólares?" Pablo se rió con frialdad, su voz sonó despreocupada, casi divertida. "Sara tenía razón: quien se arrodilla por tan poco dinero no es más que una interesada. Apenas llevamos siete años juntos y ya está desesperada por sacarme dinero." Resultó que siete años de "prueba" no valieron más que un comentario venenoso de su vecinita de al lado. No importa. Desde el momento en que mi madre murió, ya lo había decidido: desaparecer de su vida para siempre.

He needed my bone marrow to live. I gave it to him, and lost my heart in the process. Now my ex is out there living his best life- a baby on the way, fame on the track, and a new woman in his arms... while I can’t even cry without my heart aching. Then his brother showed up. Elias Carter, the cruel, sinfully dangerous biker who shouldn’t even know my name. But he knows more than that. He knows what I am. A wolf. Just like him. He doesn’t want love. He wants to claim me, use me, break me. I swore I’d never let him. But somehow… I ended up wearing his ring. Now I’m trapped in a marriage built on secrets, lies, and a desire that burns too deep to deny. And the cruelest part? The more I try to hate him, the more my heart forgets how.

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

Dos semanas antes de la boda, Nelson decidió posponerla una vez más. —Ivana inaugura su primera exposición de arte ese día —me dijo—. Estará sola y nerviosa. Tengo que estar ahí para apoyarla. Al final, tú y yo ya estamos juntos, ¿qué más da casarnos un día antes o después? Pero ya era la tercera vez que aplazaba nuestra boda por aquella mujer. La primera, Ivana acababa de operarse y sentía nostalgia de la comida de su tierra, por lo que Nelson no dudó en viajar al extranjero y quedarse con ella durante dos meses. La segunda, Ivana decidió irse al bosque en busca de inspiración para pintar y él, preocupado por su seguridad, fue tras ella. Esta era la tercera. Colgué la llamada y miré a César, mi amigo de toda la vida, quien se encontraba sentado frente a mí, relajado, jugando con su bastón de esmeralda, cuyo golpeteo en el piso de mármol rompía el silencio entre nosotros. —¿Todavía necesitas esposa? —le pregunté, sonriendo con picardía. El día de mi boda, Ivana sonreía radiante, copa en mano, esperando el brindis del hombre a su lado. Pero él, con los ojos rojos, observaba en silencio la transmisión en vivo de la boda del heredero del Grupo Santos, el imperio inmobiliario más grande del país.