TikTok- Inlovewithfictonpeeps Don't really know where this is heading, I'm just writing for the sake of it. Might turn into an enemy's to lover or something like that.

He ruined her relationship. He introduced her fiancee to another girl. And now, her fiancee is getting married to this other girl. There's the wedding invitation card for her. Can she go alone? Can she save the little pride she has left? What is she goes with the man who ruined everything? What if he pretends to be her fiancee just to save what's left of her pride? What if he falls in love with her through the pretense? What if she falls for him? Will she move on from her heart bleeding experience? He is Raphael. She is Emillianna.

"You can't marry her Keith, she's not from a prestigious or renowned background and it'll ruin our family lineage!" An angry outburst from Keith's Father leaves Annalise startled and flushed in the corridor. Fed up and hurt she walks into the room, a bit apologetic for interrupting their conversation, she takes a deep breath before turning to George Anders, Keith's father. "With all due respect sir, I'd let you know that all my life I've worked hard to get to where I am at the moment. Regardless of the fact that my parents died when I was young, I didn't let that stop me, I waited tables, even ran errands just to make sure I finished my education and made a life for myself, one my parents would be proud of, one that doesn't involve hardship or suffering. So I will not let you stand here and belittle all my achievements and hard work. Yes, I might not be from a 'prestigious or Renowned family or of high social class' or heck I might not even be a billionaire yet but my money is very long too. I'm proud of myself and the woman I've become and that's enough for me. So if you'd excuse me I'd like to go and be with my family now, thanks for having me" She walks out of the room sassily never looking back. ******* Ever wondered how it feels to be an orphan in this cold world? Well here's a front row seat to the imperfect life of Annalise Johnson a young woman who maneuvers through life with her unwavering ethics determined to create a beautiful life for herself and her sister Lily. She least expects it when she falls in love with a young billionaire and all that she stands for is put to the test.

"I want to love. I want to feel safe in your arms. I want to let my guard down. I need to be happ-" "Then why don't you?" Gianni shouted hurt and broken by the woman in front of him. "What if you hurt me like Mark and Oscar did?" Anya asked as she stared at this man, a man she knew deep down that she loved, a man she knew she was too good to her. "I'd never hurt, let alone do what those two pigs did to you! You don't understand what you do to me Anya. I love you beyond words, I've loved you from the first time I saw you. When you came into my office asking for a job and handing me your resumé I knew you was special. I love you Anya, but I love myself enough to know that I can't do this." Gianni cried out in pain as he held Anya's face in his big hands. Crying too he wiped her tears with his thumb. Letting go off her face he held her chin with his index and gently kissed her lips. "Goodbye Anya." ***** Anya Jones is a rape survivor who is often busted by the demons of her past. Unable to get through it by herself she finds comfort in the arms of her boss, Gianni De'Luca. MATURE CONTENT.

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Adanna was a simple girl who grew up with her grandmother and lived in the suburbs of Lagos Nigeria There were strange tatoo like marks on her body wish she has had since birth She has always wondered what they meant She has always thought she was meant for another purpose more than just being what she already is °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Astra is the future empress of Nak a planet in three million galaxies away from the Milky galaxy Her father sold her half away when the Bokos invaded their country Now she has to assume the the throne But she can't do so without the missing part of her ••••• Will Astra find what she's looking for before time runs out? Will Adanna find her purpose? Read Negro Astra 🍁

What would you do if you witnessed your crush murder someone? Sara has been in love with Vincenzo since she first met him, his casual disregard for everything around him was irresistible. On a mission to finally confess her feelings to him, she stumbled across an imaginable crime that he committed. - "I like you.. I like you a lot" I said shaking in fear as I stared into the gun burrow. The man chuckled darkly, for the first time since I met him. "Even now when you're inches from death." He asked. "E-Even now." I said, my lungs filling up with burning air as the gun is moved and pressed into my temple. "Then you're more of a psycho than I am."

What would you do if you old bully not only moves to your town but now works at your job? Keanna Carter is soon met with this question when she recognizes that her new coworker is her old bully. Read to find out how she handles it all. ✨hope you like the book✨ 💘Top 200 in Romance💘

It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The heat wave however, had nothing to do with why people associated Messalina projects with Dante's Inferno. No, that honor went to the infestation of dealers, crack heads, boosters, and hoes. Dope boys handled their business like it was legal, and everyone learned to look the other way. If they didn't learn, then they never got the chance to look again. Life in the ninth operated by the code of the wild, predators ate and prey got eaten. The drug dealers sat on the top of chain. Boosters, strippers and hoes fell somewhere in the middle, while the crack heads and the civilians clung to the last wrung. Everyone knew their assigned roles and no one ever deviated from the script. Cleopatra James, an unremarkable thirteen year old girl, understood better than anyone, her dictated place in the procession. But that didn't mean she accepted the role she'd been given to play.