Kujtonte qe ate mbremje kish enderruar per fusha te gjelberta, qiej te kalter e njebriresha fluturues. E fundit enderr femijenore, e fundit enderr e bukur sepse me pas kish patur vetem makthe, makthe qe sfidonin realitetin e kurre nuk triumfonin mbi te sepse makthi me i keq ishte ai ne te cilin zgjohej cdo mengjes - ose cdo pasmesnate.

Ajo nga Veriu Ai nga Jugu Ajo ishte e llastuar. Ai i matur. Por asnjeri prej tyre nuk e linin te qete njeri tjetrin. Asnjeri nuk thonte po, por asnjeri nuk thonte jo. A/N: Per te shkruar kete liber kam marre pak ndihme nga nje shkodrane ketu ne wattpad. Besoj se e dini te gjithe kush eshte....

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

"Your problem is that your heart is too big, it leaves you vulnerable and makes you weak." He spoke in such certainty that it brought tears to my eyes, because it was the truth. I was vulnerable and delicate, I was weak and let my guard down too much. "You put your heart on your sleeve. You are oblivious to evil and peoples capabilities because you cannot imagine a person like that, you are blinded by your good nature." "What about yours?" I asked hesitantly, trying to keep the shake out of my voice. He looked at me with confusion for a second so I continued, "What about your heart?" I questioned. He looked at me with his dark eyes, his stare like stone. "I haven't got one." ******* Angela and Adriano are like fire and ice, they are complete opposites. But what happens when Angela gets thrown into Adriano's dangerous lifestyle? Can Adriano protect her from the evils he faces every day? Or does it become too much for the innocent Angela to cope with? *Warning: There maybe be strong language in some of the chapters.* #26 in Romance 10/04 #4 in Romance 19/06 #2 in Romance 28/07 #1 in Romance 03/09

Bazuar ne ngjarje te verteta. Ania,një 17-vjeçare e kompletuar. Nxënëse shumë e mirë,instruktore baleti dhe nje femer me pamje dhe edukate perfekte. Leo,nje 24-vjeçar i kompletuar nga ana profesionale. Arkitekt i cili ka biznesin e tij,me nje pamje fizike mahnitese,por me sjelljen e nje adoleshenti qe ka "harruar" te rritet. Çfare do te ndodhi kur ata te takohen????

-Degjo vajze ti e di mjaft mire arsyen e kesaj martese. Eshte pikerisht ai flliqesira qe ke per xhaxha . Fakti se je ketu nuk do te thote se do te te dua ndonjehere besoj se i ke kaq mend! Te urrej ty dhe keto qe ka mbiemrin Gjoka! Ju urrej me gjithe forcen e qenies time! Dhe po te mos harroj te premtoj se do ta bej jeten FERR! . -Nuk foli. Nuk kishte cfare ti thoshte! E dinte mjaft mire se ai kishte te drejte. Kishte qene ajo qe kishte zgjedhur te sakrifikonte! . A do ia dalin Kristi dhe Adea ta mundin hakmarrjen me dashuri?!! . . . Cover by me! . . © Mos kopjoni! . Rankings: 💫1 - #albania 💫1 - #dashuri 💫1 - #hakmarrje 💫1 - #dhimbje 💫1 - #kristi 💫1 - #familje 💫1 - #shqip 💫1 - #sweetrevenge

Idiot dhe Idiote Kur dashuria i kalon kufijte e largesise edhe ndjenjat jane me te fuqishme se cdo zenke edhe ndarje Ishte aq i bukur sa dukej sikur e kishin krijuar Engjejt me reren magjike.Edhe emri i mbeti ENGJELL I YLLIT Yll Engjelli⭐🌙

Mesnata mberriti si cdo dite...dite te njejta,dite rutine,dite te veshtira per tu ndryshuar,sepse ashtu ishte realiteti...i veshtire,qe ndoste cdo dite te jetes se saj,te jetes se saj te qelbur,te ndyre,te mbushur me mekate dhe frustrime...nje jete qe ajo nuk e deshironte as per personin me te keq ne bote. Makinat shkonin dhe vinin si cdo nate,makina burrash qe kerkonin shoqerine e nje nate,beqare apo te martuar,te shemtuar apo te bukur,te shendoshe apo te dobet,te gjate apo te shkurter,te te gjitha permasave,shijeve dhe aromave...aromave qe ngjiteshin ne lekure duke torturuar ndergjegjen dhe duke kujtuar duar qe e preknin,buze qe e puthnin...fjale te pista,te ndyra... E ndyre ndjehej edhe ajo nate pas nate,pasi burri "perfekt" i ndonje zonje te paprekshme dilte nga shtrati i saj duke lene mbi te parate per te paguar "sherbimin" e marre dhe kalimthi duke lene edhe turpin ne nje ambient te pandershem, frustrues dhe vetmitar te nje prostitute... PS : Une nuk jam autorja e historise.Kete histori e kam lexuar perpara disa vitesh ne nje blog dhe me ka pelqyer shume,per kete arsye vendosa ti bej nje pershtatje ne shqip. ENJOY !