"You really don't care" i whisper tears running down my eyes i wipe them furiously, today i will not understand him he as to understand what i want. "No....!!, you can do anything" he said pulling out his clothes roughly i march to him. And jerk him around. " Really....!! Its ok with you if i go out with any other man.... If i get close to them..." i yelled in his face. " MEERA...!!.. Mind what you say... I will rip off every man's s head if he lays a single finger on you." I pushed him away...." Then why......? Why Mohit....?? You always behave like i don't matter in your life... Why...!! Why being your wife i am still nobody to you." Taking a deep breath i looked at him in his eyes " i can't live like this anymore!!" his face visibly paled......... --------------------------------------------------------- Journey of love between Non Romantic Mohit and a bubbly but determine Meera.

'We always say what's gone is gone but it's not, Evan. Past is always present. It's present in my memories, in my scars, in my nightmares.' Ramona's voice croaked. 'You're right, Ramona. Past is and will always be there but it's our choice to look back at it.' Evan's fingers were now drawing slow circles on her arm. 'Past doesn't come back to haunt us, Ramona. We go back to the past, it drags us back to it so that we can haunt ourselves.' Evan said. -- Evan had experienced the glory of love and the sadness too. He was left scarred by the loss of the love of his life. Her parting gift to him - their newborn child Julius, the only string that connected him to life - that kept him alive. He had experienced his heart transforming to a piece of stone at the grave of his wife when he had seen the last drop of his warm tear falling down and disappearing into the ground beneath which she laid. Wanting to concentrate solely on his baby child and to run away from his lost love's memories Evan moved into a small town of Vermont. Things were about to change for him when Ramona, the slightly crazy and extremely infuriating, alcoholic woman next door, might be the only one to make that stone melting. And he, didn't see it coming... But Ramona had her walls up too, to guard her own broken heart which was reminded constantly of the darkness inside it by Evan's uncontrollable anger issues. How would they ever draw a future together when Evan only saw Ramona as a threat to his child and Ramona compared Evan to her past? Next to them they still didn't know that the evil crept in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to pounce with a purpose so vile. And they, didn't see it coming... *** Book 2 of You're Still The One. (YSTO Book2, spin off.) It's a stand alone book.

"Ian? Please. Why are you not answering me?" Lisa shouted raising her voice to probably gain his attention. "You want to know the truth?" Ian replied shifting his head away from the painting to look directly at her, staring into her eyes. While he started taking small steps in her direction. "You really want to know why we are here." He asked again still moving forward. His voice was deep and hoarse and the way he was looking at her, made her take some steps back that was until her back hit the wall. Without saying anything he leaned forward placing both of his arms around her so that she was now trapped between him and the wall. He moved his face forward directly in front of her. Lisa could feel his hot breathe on her neck as he bent forward to place his mouth on her neck, placing a tender kiss there. Lisa took a large gulp of air trying to control the tingles, she was feeling down there. "I was jealous, Lisa," He breathed out in her ears placing yet another kiss just below her earlobe. "I was jealous when you took hold of Cole's hand. I was jealous when you let that piece of shit place his hands on you. I was jealous when you danced with him. I was jealous, Lisa, very jealous." He continued as he removed his mouth from her neck, leaning forward to stare directly into her eyes. "So let me tell you the truth. I am a very possessive man, Lisa and I don't share what's mine. And when it comes to you I certainly can't control myself." He concluded as he closed the gap and placed his lips on her.

To many, he is known as Fallon "The Fury" - relentless and formidable, feared and admired for his prowess in battle and his striking golden appearance. But during the rise of William the Conqueror, Fallon is ambushed and left for dead. When he awakens, he finds himself in the hands of his enemy - and irresistibly drawn to the red-haired beauty tending his wounds. When Alana McKenna discovers a beaten, unconscious man - unmistakably handsome and undoubtedly dangerous - her instincts tell her to walk away. She has no idea he is the infamous Fallon "The Fury." Yet her compassionate nature and healer's heart will not allow her to leave even an enemy to die. Haunted by dreams of the fiery woman who saved his life, Fallon will stop at nothing to find her - and make her his. But others seek his death... and desire the very woman he longs to claim. Will the uncertainty and peril surrounding them destroy their love before it has a chance to flourish? Cover created by Heitcleff.

Penny Campbell has been Dr. Samuel Evers's housekeeper for over two years and he is still a mystery to her. She realizes that she has probably done the very thing that she shouldn't have and fallen in love with the polite and standoffish heart surgeon. Sam noticed Penny the moment she was hired by his sister to work in his house, but having been burned once, romance and relationships were not in his future. After a misunderstanding between the two leads to the possibility that Penny might have to leave, will they both realize just how much they depend on each other, and how much they stand to lose?

Clarissa Langston loved a man for four years only to be dumped mercilessly. Now, although she still believes in love, she is afraid of getting hurt the second time...until she meets the French man Nicholas Renoir who introduces her to an adventure she never expected... Nicholas Renoir is known as the shadow by both his family and his employees because even though he is around, he never associates with anyone other than his nephew, Christian. He is used to getting what he wants and when he wants it. People tend to his every whim until the day he is scolded by a beautiful, corky and loose tongued Miss Langston. She was something entirely different from what he was used to and he wants her all too himself...even if it means a forced engagement...

'There's nothing worse than meeting the right person at the wrong time.' Rosie Williams, a married woman with two kids, meets a handsome doctor, Julian King, during a visit at the hospital. Julian is instantly attracted to Rosie as if some weird magnetic force is pulling him to her. However, Rosie doesn't feel the same way since her heart belongs to someone else; to her husband who lies at the hospital bed battling a losing fight with cancer. Five years later, they meet again in different circumstances. Rosie is now a widow who works as a waitress to provide for her two children. Julian becomes persistent this time about getting to know this beautiful lady. Will he be able to do that or will other problems arise making it impossible for them to become close? Will it always be the wrong time for the both of them? *New chapters every Sunday and Wednesday.*

A billionaire met a runaway bride. Their first meeting was literally filled with fire and explosion! In an accident where fate and destiny propelled them toward each other. Highest ranking: #1 Chicklit - April 5, 2017 ChickLit ranking: #37 - March 25, 2018 #35 - March 22, 2018 #4 - December 11, 2017

The story is of two individuals Siddharth Khanna and Anusha Singh. Both were gems to their parents, both spoiled, both stubborn, friends adored them and siblings love them. Like something very unexpected happens whenever you were least expecting it to be, exactly the same way, the marriage bomb was thrown on to their heads. Their happy days are actually going to die? ~•~ Anusha was a stubborn girl, who thinks she's the queen and her independence means everything to her. She was forced to get married when she turned 25, her marriage was arranged to Siddharth Khanna, the steel industrialist, son of one of her father's friend. A typical Billionaire, she thought. Siddharth Khanna was a successful 27 yrs old man, living his bachelor's life lively. But when it comes to marriage, he rejects every girl his parents select for him, coming up with weird excuses everytime. He thinks no one else deserves his attention, as in no one is better than him. But the day he saw her his life flipped and he fell in love without thinking twice. Usually people fall in love with a smile but he fell for her frown. It doesn't took him long to accept his feelings for her and seconds to confess it to her. One the different side,there was a war going on between her heart and mind, she was confused of her own feelings. She was afraid of his expectations. Everything was going perfect but the only thing pending in their story was her confession. Read the story of their super romantic journey together and fall in Love with them. **Story might contain mild swearing and steamy scenes** Editing in progress ( don't complain about slow) ~Started 14/Dec/2017~ ~Ended 21/Nov/2018~ .Now complete.

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down and my dad could not face the shame so he killed himself leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructress, and an entertainer in order to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He my family's debt so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer and on-call bedwarmer of my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband. Note: This is originally a story written in Filipino but since there have been requests for its English version, I am going to slowly upload an English translation of this story.