love and romance

An accident cause Sylvester to forgot the past six years of his life, including his dearest Fiance. He remembered that he has a Fiancee but it's not Ashyrel who he remembered, he remembered another woman. Sylvester want to broke up with Ashyrel but Ashyrel begged him to give her 2 months to make him remember the love they had, she even give herself to him. As they go back to their past, will the forgotten Love of two people be remembered? Or it will remain forgotten?

Jaden was the second son of The Castle's family known for their riches in the business sector,But his father pressured him into marriage but he wanted to fall in love then get married in his own time.But later met a girl Isabella who was from a poor background.they both agreed on a business relationship deal.Isabella needs the money. while Jaden needs time but along the line a misfortune of Isabella was connected to The Castle's family.

Yolian will stop at nothing to find her missing children, even if it means going back to the mate who rejected her. As she and Abien journey to rescue the triplets, they face betrayal and danger from all sides, including a vengeful arranged mate, a second chance mate and a deceptive team. Will their love be enough to survive the trials and bring their family back together? This captivating werewolf romance will have you on the edge of your seat until the very end.

This book gathers different love stories, yes, love stories. All these stories that I collected over time, that were told to me by friends, acquaintances, relatives and others from my own imagination ink. And perhaps, there is some coincidence.

“Be my slut, I'll protect and provide for you,” Zayn said to her while pinning her against his father's door.****Notoriously known for his involvement as the leader of the school's bad gang and his cruelness, Elsa Jameson has made it her life mission to avoid Zayn Black at all cost but when she started making friends with the daughter of a legendary basketball player, she knew she was losing it, especially when Zayn turns out to be her friend's brother and he has picked interest in her.

Being orphaned in teenage, Noor is tied down in a sacred bond to her cousin Arman Mustafa Malik, a Mafia Leader. Arman finds his wife alluring but leaves his house just to keep his sanity intact, because at the end of the day she was still a little girl. Coming back after two years, he promises her hell, and returns back again to the states for his business. But this time when he comes back, he makes sure she knows her place, that is right under him, on his bed. --- Noor Haider Malik loathes Arman Mustafa Malik from the core of her heart for making her life a living hell, but on the other hand, Arman love's her in his own sadistic way. It was indeed only his love that was forever never-ending. _________________________

Grace was living her normal life with a decent job in New York City until she met Aldrik Kingsley the CEO of the Kingsley architecture and design. Aldrik was orphan who has worked hard to reach on the top of the world. Their journey starts when Aldrik's past decided to came back to him and Grace accidentally become a part of it. They don't have any other choice but to face it together. Is it was a accident or their fate decided to bring them together. Join Aldrik Kingsley and Grace Alder to see what fate has planned for them.

"Don't wear a white colour dress and please don't let your hair open. I would appreciate it if you never use this pink shade lipstick" he said in a full serious yet husky tone that surely gives chillness to her spine. She never gets intimidated by anyone like this. Who the hell he is? She battled her eyes and looked to meet his brownies. She took the courage to ask him "why?" He smirked at her flustered face and bends to her height. She took steps back and hits the wall behind. "Because. I can't stop myself from kissing you" he said while the train just went away along with Clara who stood there paralyzed hearing Alex's words. Did he just propose to her? ###### Clara looked at the frame which they clicked before. A lone tear escaped her eyes. Will she be able to forget everything and move on?  Alex regretted the moment he fell for that girl. He doesn't want to remember anything related to her. But is it even easy?  Both looked at the stars and wished to forget everything, 

"It won’t fit," I whispered, my breath hitching as he leaned closer, his lips grazing my ear. His voice was dark, commanding, and impossibly seductive. "You have no idea what your body is capable of. Relax and let me teach you." Alessia never believed in fairy tales. Life had taught her that happy endings were a cruel illusion. Struggling to care for her sick mother, she’s spent years working dead-end jobs, her sharp tongue and stubborn nature ensuring she never stayed anywhere for long. Now, she’s a bartender in a shady Sicilian bar, juggling rowdy customers and a boss who thinks a raise is only for women willing to strip. Then he walked in. Luca Romano is a man of few words but commands a room with his presence. The whispers about him are conflicting—billionaire, recluse, criminal mastermind. Women throw themselves at his feet, but his cold, detached demeanor makes one thing clear: he doesn’t care about anyone. Yet when Alessia crosses his path, everything changes. What begins as a business arrangement—a desperate woman agreeing to play the role of his date for one night—quickly spirals into something much darker. Luca’s possessiveness knows no bounds, and Alessia finds herself drawn into a world of power, danger, and unrelenting desire. But Luca has secrets as deep as his scars, and his love is anything but gentle. He’s a man consumed by vengeance, his methods ruthless, his emotions raw. Alessia thought she could handle his intensity, but the closer she gets, the more she realizes there’s no escaping him. He doesn’t just want her. He owns her. And as their twisted romance unfolds.

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.