February I thought we had something real-me and Arlo. We moved fast, but it felt right. We laughed, raced motorcycles, shared silence like it was sacred. I believed him when he said he wasn't the romantic type. I believed I was enough. Then he crashed, and while he was healing, I found the letters. Not for me. For her-Lyra, the girl who broke his heart. And suddenly, everything shifted. Every kiss, every quiet moment, every almost-I-love-you.

I've dreamed of the perfect marriage ever since I was a little girl: a marriage complete with a hardworking husband while I tended to the home and our children, preferably four little rugrats to call my own. I dreamed of a life filled with laughter, joy, and success, a life we built together. I dreamed of growing old next to my husband, creating a great love story to tell our grandchildren someday. It all seemed so possible. I was raised to be the perfect wife, after all. From the outside, it seemed I had exactly what I dreamed of with the rich, determined husband; the brilliant, gaudy diamond ring; and the beautiful home filled with the hope of future children. Yes, it was all a dream come true. I should have felt grateful, really. The problem is, I also wanted a marriage based on love, passion, and affection, but those are the only things my husband cannot give me . . . . . . because they're reserved for her. For readers: * I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! * Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. * Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. It takes a lot of courage to publish your work and for others to actively engage in a community. I'd like to keep this a safe and fun place to rage at imperfect heroes and cheer for darling heroines! * I'm not a spicy writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! * Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating. Happy reading, everyone! ADS/Imaginationgirl35

Claire: I loved Andrew from the moment I met him, but love can only get you so far. We have been together for four years, and his family still treats me like I'm the other woman. I finally decided to choose me and love myself to walk away. Andrew: Claire is the air I breathe, I have loved her from the moment I laid eyes on her, but Becca has been a family friend since we were kids and I promised her a happy ending and that promise is now messing with my happy ending. I can't lose Claire but I'm afraid after all is said and done I will lose her anyway but I will try, I will beg I will grovel I will do anything to get my happy ending with Claire I just hope it is enough.

She had his heart, his future, and the kind of love people envy. But when the girl from his past reappears armed with old memories and a too-familiar smile. Everything begins to shift. Loyalties blur, trust fractures, and the life she thought was unshakable slowly begins to slip away.

In the wake of his wife's return from the dead, Andrew finds himself torn between two loves-Lauren, the woman he swore would be his future, and Norma, the wife he once lost. Caught in the middle of a love triangle that he never anticipated, Andrew is forced to confront his deepest emotions, questioning everything he thought he knew about love, loyalty, and the promises he made. As his heart is pulled in two directions, Lauren is left to face the painful reality of his indecision, all while her world crumbles around her. Will Andrew choose the life he built with Lauren, or will he follow the pull of a past he can't escape?

Seren thought she had everything, a loving husband, a peaceful life, and a future full of promises. But when trust is shattered and the lines between friendship and betrayal blur, her world begins to crumble. Faced with manipulation, emotional wounds, and unbearable loneliness, Seren walks away, hoping to disappear for good. But love, even when broken, has a way of holding on. "He Changed My Story" is an emotional journey through heartbreak, healing, and the painful beauty of finding your voice again even when it feels like no one's listening. Highest Rankings🎖️ #1 in angst #1 in angstwithhappyending #1 in cheating #1 in betrayal #1 in grovel # 1 in redemption # 1 in betray # 1 in sorrow # 1 in owoman # 2 in otherwoman # 3 in sad # 12 in heartbreak # 12 in struggle # 20 in emotional

[COMPLETED][UNEDITED] WARNING: Not your typical story. A forbidden relationship awaits you. 18+ I felt his fingers move within me once more, slipping out only to be replaced by two, then three. His wedding ring gleamed in the dim light, now slick with my juices, a symbol of everything wrong with this moment-and yet, it thrilled me to see it there, marked by my pleasure. The sight sent another pulse of heat through me, twisting that forbidden excitement even tighter around my core. "Do you like seeing that?" he asked, his voice low, taunting. "Do you like marking me while my wife waits at home?" I shivered at the raw edge in his tone, my hips pressing harder against him, wordlessly begging for more. "Yes," I whispered, my voice barely a breath. "I love it." _______ On the eve of her wedding, Esmeralda's life was torn apart by her best friend's ultimate betrayal. Two years later, with a broken heart still simmering beneath the surface, she set her sights on her revenge: seducing her ex-friend's husband, Sebastian. What begins as a calculated plot to make her best friend pay for her betrayal soon turns into a dangerous web of desire, where every encounter deepens the pull to that married man. But as their trysts spiral out of control, Esmeralda finds herself caught between the thrill of retribution and a love she never anticipated. When the lines between revenge and passion blur, she's forced to confront the truth-can she truly walk away, or has she fallen too far into the fire? Highest Rankings: - #1 in Affair - #1 in Chick - #1 in Possessive - #5 in Billionaire

A drunken one night stand three years ago, that's how it started. And Matty never finding out he has a son, is how she wants it to stay. But she's a fool if she thinks it will end that way.

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"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!