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Dear Husband, I wish you all the best. I am letting you go. No more secret glances. No more secret calls. No more secret box. No more longing looks and quiet sighs. I don't want to hear you mumble her name in our bed at three in the morning with your bourbon breath anyway. Go ahead. Love the love of your life freely. Fly to her. Set me free. Just your wife for now, Soon to be your ex-wife, Never been your love, Matilda Whitmore.

❝𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞.. 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.❞ 𝐀 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐲.. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲.. 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐮𝐬, 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." 𝐈 𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦. . . . Z'airee was a caretaker at a old people's home and he took care of many patients. The only thing was that it happened to be one of the few nursing in homes in NYC. So many patients wounded up from the hood where many of the patients were from different gangs. Z'airee wasn't supposed to have favorites but he always had this particular one.. Mr. Sinaloa. Heaven was a drug dealer who visited his grandpa, Tyreek Sinaloa everyday. His grandpa was everything that his parents wasn't to him. The trenches of New York was where he came from. All his mom cared about was drugs and his dad walked out on him. He grew up running the streets because his mom was too high one everything to care, with men coming in and out they house. He never had that support system so he was wit older kids for as long as he could remember. So as soon as his grandpa got custody he was good but he always knew he wanted to move out as soon as possible..Or so he thought. EXT

#2 in YOU series UTKARSH x SAKSHI "Utkarsh, how do you justify locking me in our bedroom?" My voice trembled, drained from yet another argument that seemed to go nowhere. He stood across the room, his eyes dark. "I did what I had to... to keep you safe!" he snapped, as if raising his voice made it noble. I blinked, heart pounding. "Safe? You locked me in, Utkarsh. You kept me prisoner in our own home. I missed a crucial meeting because of your jealousy!" "Oh, right," he scoffed. "Your precious meetings. That's what matters most to you?" "Don't twist this!" I snapped. "This isn't about a meeting. This is about you trying to control me for the past four months. This isn't love anymore it's toxic." He turned away, voice low, bitter. "You always make me the villain. Sakshi, agar tum meri ek baat maan leti, toh yeh sab nahi hota." I stared at him, "I can't keep sacrificing parts of myself just to keep you from exploding." He didn't answer. Tears filled my eyes. "Being with you used to feel like home. Now it feels like a prison. I can't breathe here anymore." His voice cracked. "You don't mean that sunshine." "I do," I whispered. "I'm done." His face fell, then twisted with rage, and without a word, he stormed out. 3:12 A.M. He still hadn't come home. Utkarsh never stayed out late not without calling. Not like this. Worried, I checked the old tracking app we never deleted. His location blinked at Hotel Le Grand. Maybe he just needed space. Maybe he was safe. I had to be sure. The hotel staff gave me the key without question. Room 407. I opened the door. There he was. Utkarsh. Naked. Asleep. With his arm wrapped around her, his secretary. Her head on his chest. Their clothes scattered. Lipstick on the wineglass. They didn't even try to hide it. My breath caught. The man I'd worried about was already gone. I closed the door quietly behind me. I had worried about him. Loved him. But this time, I walked away for me.

posy mclaren and charlie bushnell. sworn enemies. each of their interactions is filled with spite and ends badly for all involved. and yet, despite this, their friends are convinced that almost every single comment isn't hatred - it's flirting. posy and charlie aren't so sure. the hatred feels real....and after all, its not like a few secret kisses will change that, right?

She hides behind her books and she hides behind her power. Neither ready for love, until... they find it living right across the hall. Between hidden identities and stolen glances, Karishma Singh and Haseena Malik are about to discover that sometimes the greatest love stories aren't the ones we write... but the ones we live. Troops→ • Age gap • Slow burn • Old school • Opposites attract • wlw This is not a dark romance. This book has everything I have never written before🥂

When the Martin Family go to an orphanage to adopt a new family member, a charming young man named Braedey is chosen. However, this young man is... smaller than one could imagine. Against difficulties, Braedey resolves to face them with as much pluck, love and courage as he can muster. In doing so, he shows his beloved new family that great things can truly come in small packages. A/N: I only own my OCs. Others belong to their respective owners. The original story idea is from 'Stuart Little'.

Melissa knows what it feels like to be invisible. By day she photographs strangers, by night she drives a taxi through New York, hoping one day someone will finally see her talent. She never expected that person to be Michael. After a chance meeting leads to an unexpected job as his personal photographer, Melissa is pulled into a dazzling world she never imagined. One filled with music, friendship, trust, and a connection neither of them saw coming. But loving someone adored by millions comes with a price. A dream. An arrangement. An album that will change the world. Two people with everything to lose, circling something they won't admit they want. Will they make it? _____ * This is a first draft, it is going to be edited once completed

Two years of secret calls. One long distance love. A plane ticket to a new world. Lilith thought she was surprising her boyfriend for their anniversary. Instead, she walked right into a betrayal she never saw coming. Stranded in a country she doesn't know and miles away from her home, Lilith is forced to survive on her own. But when she runs into a man who is as grumpy as he is mysterious, she realizes that sometimes, getting lost is the only way to be found. Tropes in this story:- - Grumpy×sunshine -green flag male and female lead - age-gap -he falls first and harder

He hears every thought she tries to hide. ⚠️ Even the ones where she calls him an a-hole. Clara Bennett's new boss is Kian Voss. Cold. Arrogant. Wall Street's human icicle. She's been silently cursing him for weeks. Calling him a workaholic. A control freak. A walking suit with no pulse. Then one day, he corners her against a wall and drops the bomb: "You just called me an a-hole in your head, didn't you?" Clara freezes. She never said a word out loud. He smirks. And keeps her around anyway. Then on her birthday, he slides a luxury box across his desk. Inside? The exact bag she's been obsessing over for months. The one she never told anyone about. 🔥 Kian Voss doesn't just run a company. He's been listening to every single secret she has. And Clara is about to learn: The most dangerous place in Manhattan isn't the trading floor. It's within ten feet of her boss.

"𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙚"

This is what I think will hapen in the invetiable movie version of the comic book "Superman Meets Spider-Man"

Sandra seems like just an ordinary girl. For a long time, she was. But her world is turned upside down the moment a spider bites her.

«Una storia romantica e malinconica, dalle atmosfere Dark Academia. Se ami la musica, i segreti e gli amori nati sotto la pioggia di New York, questa è la storia che fa per te. Lascia una stella e un commento se ti va!»

Vivienne is a shy university student who prefers the comfort of books to the noise of the world. Between her studies and her shifts at a quaint bookstore, her life is quiet and predictable. A routine she finds both soothing and safe. Camden is a boxer with a gruff demeanor and a singular focus on his goals. He doesn't let much distract him, but something about Vivienne's quiet presence draws his attention like nothing else. As their paths begin to cross, the question lingers: can two people from such different worlds find a connection, or are they destined to remain strangers? Read on to discover what happens next... #1 in couple #1 in library #1 in cutelove #1 in collegeromance #2 in cute #3 in college #3 in shygirl #3 in booklover #3 in goodgirl #4 in boxer #5 in bookworm #10 in nyc #14 in friendstolovers

Evangeline "Evie" Rossi lives her life covered in flour, fighting to keep her late grandfather's Brooklyn bakery alive. She doesn't have time for corporate suits, let alone Julian Vance-the cold, calculating, infuriatingly handsome CEO of Vance Enterprises who just bought out her entire block to build luxury high-rises. To Evie, he's a heartless predator. To Julian, she's just an eviction notice waiting to happen. But when a devastating PR scandal threatens to destroy Julian's multi-billion-dollar empire, the media labels him the "Goliath of Gotham." Desperate to fix his public image before his investors mutiny, Julian proposes a wicked deal to the one girl who openly loathes him on viral video: Fake an engagement with him for six months to prove he has a heart, and he will hand over the deed to her bakery, completely debt-free. The rules are simple: No catching feelings. Strict boundaries. Perfect smiles for the paparazzi. But as the cameras flash and the lines between hatred and desire begin to blur, Evie realizes the only thing more dangerous than fighting Julian Vance... is pretending to love him.

New York never sleeps, and neither do its secrets. Emma Sinclair has spent her entire life surrounded by Manhattan's elite. As a Columbia University student with loyal friends, ambitious dreams, and a future carefully planned out, she believes she knows exactly where her life is heading. Christopher Vale knows better. As the heir to one of New York's most powerful business families, Christopher has spent years balancing responsibility, legacy, and expectations. But beneath the glittering skyline of Manhattan lies another part of his world-one rooted in the historic streets of Mayfair, London, where family ties run deeper than business and every decision carries consequences. What begins as an unexpected encounter on a Friday night soon turns into something neither of them can ignore. As family empires collide, friendships are tested, secrets come to light, and the distance between Manhattan and Mayfair grows smaller, Emma and Christopher find themselves caught between the lives they were expected to live and the future they truly want. In a world of wealth, power, old money, ambition, and undeniable attraction, one question remains: Can love survive when entire legacies stand in the way? From Manhattan to Mayfair is a story of romance, family, friendship, ambition, and finding your place between two extraordinary worlds.

Professionalism is a mask. Ambition is the mission. He is the distraction. Ciela Solara knows the numbers, the demographics, and the trends. She reads the pulse of the public with flawless intuition, yet she remains a hidden ghost in the competitive world of Corporate Marketing. But Ciela is playing the long game. She built high walls to protect her focus. Her eyes are locked on a singular goal. She wants to become the youngest Communications Director in the history of Calvin Klein. To her, the position is not just a title. It's the finish line she sacrificed her sleep, her relationships, and her own peace to reach. When she's chosen to orchestrate the biggest global campaign of the year, she accepts without a single hesitation. It's the opportunity of a lifetime. The certainty lasts right up until the confidential pitch deck is opened and the new face of the brand is revealed to be BTS's Jungkook. If she executes the project perfectly, the promotion is hers. If she falters, she loses the career she bled for. To the rest of the world, he is an untouchable global icon. To Ciela, he is the secret inspiration that kept her going when the industry tried to break her. She supported him silently for years. Working in his immediate orbit threatens to unravel every boundary she carefully constructed. As the pressure of the campaign mounts, Ciela finds herself caught. She must choose between the ruthless professional she needs to be, and the vulnerable girl who just wants to drop her armor for the boy who saved her. Can she maintain her flawless facade to secure her hard-earned future? Or will her iron-clad ambition soften under the weight of a love that was never supposed to be real? ・・・・・ DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. I do not own BTS, their associated agencies, Calvin Klein, or any of the real-life public figures and brands mentioned in this story. The names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products 04|17|26

He watched her in quiet admiration, flour dusting her apron and clinging to her skin like she belonged to the bakery itself. His chérie. "Do you know what mon amour, ma chérie means?" he asked softly. She glanced up at him, curious, smiling without knowing why. "No," she said. "Are you going to tell me?" 𓂃۶ৎ Jada Sellis is a Harlem girl whose only real passion is making something of herself-and never letting down the people she loves. Seven days a week, she shows up to the same bakery, finding comfort in routine and joy in the small things: familiar faces, warm pastries, and the happiness she helps create. Happiness has never come easy for Jada. But when life gives you cherries, you make cherry pie. Everything shifts when she meets Milan Louvre-a man chasing a culinary dream at a quieter pace. Where Jada's life has always been loud, Milan speaks in stillness, in patience, in a silence that feels unexpectedly safe. When their worlds collide, Jada discovers softness she never allowed herself to claim. Milan learns that love doesn't come from what he can offer-but from who he is when he has nothing left to prove. And in a world driven by greed and self-interest, love like theirs asks only one question: Are you willing to risk everything for something this real?

A story about unspoke words, the people who shape us, and the unbearable truth that we often save our deepest feelings for "someday." But someday is a fragile thing. And sometimes, before we find the courage to speak, the person we wanted to tell is already gone.

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