"Skin once broken ,can never be the same. Just like hearts once betrayed, struggle to beat again." ................................................... A broken piece of glass, a shattered heart. Was all that could define Ethan Lockwood's past. The heir to one of the biggest estates in the country, the most eligible bachelor as the tabloids said. With persona cold as ice and presence authoritative and terrifying ,he was making sure to not let anyone come close to him. Not giving anyone the right over him. Until he met her again. By hands of fate, the very girl he despised more than anything. The girl behind everything. But. What if the girl was no longer that beautiful confident rich man's daughter now? What if behind her beautiful smile she veil's a ugliness that made her insecure every night. What if she has been already punished in the worst way which resembled a nightmare. What if she was scarred beyond repair. Will he be able to see beyond her fascade? Does he have it in him to forgive her after everything? Circumstances change, people change and stereotypes break. But what remains is the beauty that lies within. And that's when my friends the journey of 'his not so beautiful wife 2 begins. *Could be read as a stand alone.

"You told them you love me ,huh?" He asks with a raised eyebrows, jaw hardened and eyes narrowed at the shy girl he has hated all his life. She was afraid of his tone,he didn't looked happy with her confession. Was her love going to be unrequited one? "I fuck*** asked you something Ezra! Answer me!" His tone made her gulp,his grip on her arm made her flinch in fear. "Yes" She finally answered looking into his emotionless eyes. Smirking he laughed at her confession,not believing her. "Ezra,do you even know what love is,Oh I almost forgot you are an Orphan,how would you know?" His words were sharp as knife, piercing her healed wounds. She fisted her hands, trying to control her tears. He sighed in frustration running his hand through his hair. "Now mom will not stop till she has made you her daughter in law! Fu**! Why you!" He said ,pacing the room . Oblivion to the tears ,she tried her best to hide. He didn't love her. He never did, she was a fool to even think that he for once did. Hate is all he had for her and those who said hate is the beginning of love,were fools mocking her right now. Gathering the little pride left in her she answers back in a quivering voice. "Yes,I love you. But I don't want anything from you." She says and he stares.Confused at her weird confession. Who says that ? "Nothing you say? Are you playing some brain games girl?" She lowers her eyes and leaves but not before whispering the words that made him feel something after a very long time. "Love is not something to learn ,but to feel Aaron. And I know what I feel. You may name it infatuation and lust,but I proudly call it my selfless love" ....................................................................

Marcelo DeVille is a man on the edge-his perfect life with his fiancée, Pamela Green, crumbling under the weight of his own anger and frustration. When Pamela suggests counseling, Marcelo, fed up with the endless cycle, agrees-if only to appease her. Little does he know, the session with Isabella Pressly will be anything but ordinary. Isabella, a seasoned psychiatrist with two decades of experience, is used to the emotional minefields of her patients. But Marcelo is different. He's rude, dismissive, and locked inside his own world of resistance. His defiance, paired with a disturbing intensity in his gaze, forces Isabella into a dangerous game she never expected to play. With each session, their fiery clashes become more than just therapeutic sparring. Marcelo's fury meets Isabella's unwavering calmness in a tumultuous dance of desire and tension. The attraction between them is undeniable, but so is the line they're both walking-a line that could destroy everything they've worked for. As their connection deepens, so does the pull of forbidden temptation, and the real world outside their sessions becomes a prison they can't escape. Both are trapped by the consequences of their desires, unsure of how long they can keep up the charade. But temptation is a dangerous game, and when it comes to desire, some boundaries are meant to be crossed. The question isn't if they'll break, but when-and what it will cost them. [The Ninth book of The V series] A Stand-alone novel.

"Say it. Say you hate me. Say you want to leave. But remember-no one will ever touch you like I do. No one will ever love you the way I do" "I hate you,I fucking hate you" "Liar" "You'll destroy me" His lips finally meeting hers, slow and possessive. "Only to build you back up. Piece by piece. As mine. Forever" [Not edited. Typos included]

Soul Mates A bond stronger than any other. A bond forged with love and resilience, respect and care, in immortality and for eternity. Soul mates are your other half. The one made exclusively for you. The one that completes you and your existence. The one who makes you believe in love at first sight and cheesy forevers. The one perfect love story. But not all tales end with 'Happily Ever After'; some end in rejection and tragedy. Like the rejection by a particular Alpha. Like the tragedy the Alpha inflicted. All upon one person - his soul mate. All for one crime - for being his soul mate. However, some stories end simply for new ones to emerge from the ashes. A new story of renewed hope, trust, loyalty, and friendship. A story of two lost souls, trapped in darkness, alone and afraid. A story of courage. Of determination. Of a connection that transcends all bonds and pain. A story shaped in the crucible of suffering, and destined to endure. It's a story of true love.

❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❞ Series of different stories which are filled with care, tears, emotions, regret but at last ends with a lot of love. Collection of desi romantic short stories from my wild imagination which will lead your imagination wild. Come and join the journey of infinite love with little spicy romance here. (Not edited.!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) ●This book will contain mature content. ●This book will have Hindu/ Muslim short stories. Started on:- 26/02/2022. Roy♡

18+ Only. Massage therapist Kyrie Montana agrees to bend the rules and help make Businessman Ian Frost's wife have a birthday massage she won't soon forget.

**This is the second book in the Raw Love Story line. Go read Raw Love Vol. I before you read this book!** She was his and he was hers......right? With war pending with the French, it doesn't leave Klarissa with much of Lorenzo's time or patience. He's irritable, distracted, and frustrated which doesn't combine well with the early challenges of marriage. All Klarissa wants is to see more of the man that she fell in love with. However, the French aren't the only ones causing stress in their relationship. Klarissa's family isn't so quick to forget who her husband is. Despite how much Klarissa has tried to unify both sides, no one seems to desire reconciliation. Her family hates him too much and Lorenzo doesn't care enough to try and repair things. Everyone says that marriage is hard, but no one ever said it was going to be this hard! Will their marriage and family fall apart or will their relationship rise to the occasion? Warning: Mature Content/Some examples of self harm/sexual themes!!!

Re-posting. The common story is that finding a mate is supposed to make the wolf stronger. For an alpha, finding his mate, blessed by the moon goddess, strengthens the pack. But there can be such darkness hidden in that dynamic. Even those of cruel hearts can seek the power of a mate. And the damage they cause might not ever be healed. ***** Prologue: Drip. Drip. Drip. The rhythm or the water would have been soothing if it hadn't been so cruel. Drip. As it was, it was nothing more than a taunting form of torture. Drip. Ears could hear the soft thudding of raindrops at the end of the hall as a door was pulled open in squeaking protests and then shut with a harsh metallic clang. How the rain made its way into the depths of the cement room, it didn't matter. It was there. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. The footsteps were strong and full of purpose. Though just as unwanted as the drops of water that fell too far out of reach. Unable to quench the dehydrated desperation chained to the wall. Drip. Step. Drip. Step. Only one set of footsteps. There was no question of the destination or purpose that carried them down the hall. Not that it was a surprise. It was always the same. First the pain, then the visit. The cell door opened to darkness. There was no energy to move, not even enough to will eyelids to open. Not that it mattered. The visit never changed. What more could be said? What more could be done? All that mattered was that stale, barely edible food was only given after he was done. Only then, could there be any comfort from hell. ***** WARNING- This story does delve into topics of kidnapping, imprisonment, rape, murder, and violence. Though the scenes are not explicitly detailed, underage readers are discouraged. Also note that I do not own the rights to any photos I have or might post for this story. Just photos I found online, cropped and edited. The story however, is all mine. No copy of content is permitted.