When Ashley found out that she was pregnant with twins, she couldn't wait to share the good news with her husband. But when he got home later that night, he told her that he wanted a divorce without really giving her a reason why. Heartbroken, Ashley does the only thing that she could do. She signed the divorce papers. Now she's forced to go through her pregnancy alone with no one to help her but her friend, Mayla. During her pregnancy, complications occurred that gives Ashley a new outlook on life. She realizes that not everything is as it seems and not everyone can be trusted. *Originally written by ForeverInfinities* Descriptions are not my best but hopefully, the actual story would be better. :))

"So this was all just a game to you . . .this whole time, you pretended to like me in order to humiliate me in front of the entire school?" An air of melancholia surrounded me, eyes watery like never before. "Were your feelings for me ever real?" There wasn't even a trace of an apologetic expression on his features as he tucked his hands in his pockets, before he gave a nonchalant shrug. The sudden urge for revenge became a prominent priority. He regarded me passively. "It's not my fault that you fell for me in the first place." he justified as he advanced my way, closing the gap between us. Unstably, I strode backwards on the concrete. ". . .stay back." I whimpered. "You're nothing but cold hearted." ·•● Two years ago, Emery Roy was tragically exposed to what some could call an intense betrayal all thanks to the originator - Dean Darnell. Everything went downward spiral after they started dating. What appeared to be a match-made in heaven, turned from blissful to disastrous the moment Dean humiliated Emery in front of the entire school, leaving her completely heartbroken. So to avoid him at all cost, she did what any person would do: transfer school. Fast forward two years later. What happens when she's returning back to Roosevelt High, for the first time during senior year? She only has a few tasks: avoid Dean and face her obstacles. The only question is will she succeed or will she get fooled again? Highest Rankings : | Teen Fiction #5 | | Romance #24 | | Basketball #1 | | Drama #2 | August 8th, 2020 | Humor #3 | September 6th, 2021 WARNING: Contains Uncensored Language Copyright © All Rights Reserved 2014

Cassie never expected her husband to leave her, not six months after giving birth to their little boy, and especially not for her younger sister, Carrie. After a revelation from both her cheating husband and home wrecking sister, Cassie decides to do what's best for her and her son; move away. She plans to live a man free life: barring her baby boy and her father, of course. That is, until her handsome new neighbor, Ward knocks on her front door. His smooth southern drawl, sly half-smile and delicious backside knock her off her feet and she fights the attraction for the sake of her heart, but Ward is determined to have her in his arms as soon as possible. H.E.A ending Breathtaking new cover by @southernTXkindagirl.

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

Love. It was infuriating yet strangely addicting. It swirls in unknown waters, testing its limits before striking. The sensation of its claws digging into your flesh was all it took for it to become entranced. And then everything collapsed. Everything began to untangle. Everything slowly crumbled to ground. Everything began to fall apart. And you found yourself in the centre of it all, your hands cradling your heart as tears trickled down your cheeks, the salty liquid creating a dark patch on your jeans as it hit the soft fabric. You're vulnerable. You're scared. You're hurt. You're broken. But when you finally have the courage, to wipe away an trace of a broken heart. When you finally lift yourself from the dark pit you had created. When you finally patch together the remnants of your shattered soul. When you finally close your eyes. When you forget. When you become invincible. When you finally heal. It all comes back. Everything. Like an arrow that had been shot in your back, your eyes widening from the unforeseen attack. That's what happens. Because love is dirty. Love was the ugly, ever changing shadow that would snarl at you, jeering at your pitiful state. But then it was also the beautiful stroke of the paintbrush, as the brush winded across the canvas, the colours flourishing into life. Love was a demon, yet also an angel in disguise. That was love. _____________________________________ [ WARNING ⚠ : I wrote this as an inexperienced pre-pubescent so prepare for a cringefest. So before you call me out, think about the kid you're swearing at :) ] COVER BY SAMUELSTORMBRINGER [ COMPLETED ] HIGHEST RANKS: #31 in romance 09.11.17 #1 in heartbreak 17.12.18 #1 in friendzoned 21.05.18 #1 in ex-husband 21.05.18 #1 in marriage 30.03.19

They say that true human growth in humans is not their size or shape but their characters. I think that Helen Keller put it quaintly when she said "character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved." Truer words have never been spoken. Once upon a time I was an easy going child, immature and naïve and head over heels in love with a man. I gave him my all in gentleness and character. Then my trial began, I was thrown out, sabotaged and humiliated. That was but five years to this day. Now I have developed MY character through the suffering and trial. I am a new person. The line between virtue and vice is unclear to me and quite frankly makes little to no difference to me. Now I have to return to the place and to the people that wounded me, traumatized, took everything from me. Then killed me. I have no choice but to return. However I will say this: To you Zach, to you his family and friends, I have but one thing to say: You have been weighed. You have been measured. And you have absolutely. Absolutely been found wanting. Welcome to the new world. MY world. God save you, if it is right that he should do so. Authors Note. Each chapter will be a theme about a virtue or vice, like, mercy, anger, rage and forgiveness.

"If you prick me do I not bleed? If you tickle me do I not laugh? If you poison me do I not die? And if you wrong me shall I not revenge?" - William Shakespeare "If revenge motivates you, go for it! But the main thing is to set your game in order" -Viswanathan Anand Anand and Shakespeare sure do have a way with words. Who knew this poem would be talking about me. I have been poisoned. I have been pricked. I have been motivated. I shall laugh. I shall revenge. I swear with every fibre of my being I shall revenge. My affairs are in billions of order. I am Nathan Arriaga and this is my story.

Cousins Kevin and Georgina Peterson were not so lucky to be in a "family" that respected and wished for their joy. Being 3 years older, Kevin has always felt protective over Georgina. That might stem that they are the last close-linked members of the Peterson family. No surprise there when they are more like twins than cousins. Call it fate, or just a freak chance, they end up marrying into the same family, hoping for respect, joy and togetherness. However, they will not find that in the Davis clan. Their lives were made miserable by the members and friends of the powerful and wealthy Davis. People said they only married for the money and prestige but they didn't care, after all, words can't hurt people right? Oh, but they can. And they do. Topping that with the emotional and mental abuse they suffered at the hands of their respective spouses was enough to drive them away. Unwittingly, the Davis gave them more than the Peterson's came with. No, not 50 percent of the Davis wealth. They received nothing. But they received a will power and a drive and most of all a promise to never let any person hurt them ever again. And that mantra has done them well. Really well, if you consider them being in the list of the wealthiest family in Europe and Asia. Ever expanding the wealth and money, brings them back to where it all started. And with a wink and a smirk, they can confidently decree three little words; "We're back baby!" So sit back and read as hell unfolds.

I stood outside his door, suddenly nervous. I knocked and heard a gruff 'come in' before stepping into his office. He didn't even look up at me when I entered. "I'm pregnant." I blurted out. He continued writing, not paying me any mind. "Take off whenever you feel like it, then. Lisa will escort you out." I reeled back, anger creeping up my spine. He thought I was one of his employees. "It's yours." I stated and that's when he froze, looking up at me for the first time since I'd entered the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arielle Fortunato is the heir and daughter to the famous Italian billionaire, Antonio Fortunato. She wants for nothing and the press says the line of suitors she's dismissed is almost as long as the ones she entertains, which is false. Daxton King is the CEO and founder of Kingston, Inc. He's an overachieving billionaire and a sought after bachelor. The press says he will sleep with anything that walks and he always, ALWAYS uses protection. So when Arielle Fortunato struts into his office, claiming to be carrying his baby, he automatically assumes she's after his money.