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We’ve been best friends since we were five.But nothing’s as simple as it seems.Relationships change and so do people.Especially now.When innuendos and hints aren't enough, it’s time to confess.I’m in love with my best friend.…And I think I’m too late.Small Town Girl is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

The doctor told me I would never have a baby, so we took a fifteen-year-old girl we found on the street out of pity--to adopt her. But as she got older, her wants grew, and by the time she was twenty she wanted my husband. With all the emotional turmoil, should I share my husband with my own adopted daughter?

The things between truth and lies, honesty and secrets, trust and doubt. We surround ourselves with the right people and good people. People we trust and most of all, people we think they deserve to be a part of our lives. Truth can be manipulate. Lies can destroy. Trust can easy to break. Honesty can set aside. Secrets can keep you guilty. Doubt can bring out your fears. But what if your life of truth is full of lies, and those persons who you trust are keeping secrets and what if your life of honesty turn into doubt. I am Divina Clare Reyes and this is my story, life that I thought full of truth, full of trustworthy and honest people but it turned out to be full of lies and secrets.

Destiny is something we all believe to be fixed right? Something that we can't fight against. Pero naisip mo na ba kahit minsan na baka ang tadhana ay para ring tao? Na pwedeng magbago ang isip? Na pwedeng may baguhin sa isang parte ng isang kwento sa kahit anong oras niya gusto? They say some stories end not with a happy ending, but some people also believe that a story's real ending is a happy one. Because, after all, that's what we all deserve right? Happiness. But what will happen if destiny really changed its mind on a life story of two people who were supposed to meet anyway?

ALPHA SERIES: BOOK II Sebastian El Venuel, the son of a well-known alpha, is next in line and the only son of his parents. As he is bestowed the title of the next in line alpha, the elders assigned him to a difficult job. And that is to chase away the rogue that trespassed on their wolvendom. They thought it was some ordinary rogue but the one before him is none other than the Tyrant Rogue that have been roaming in different boarders bringing nothing but chaos. “We ask for nothing but peace. Ask anything that you want and we will grant it, even so, after that... We shall never see your face again” “You said anything that I want?... Alright then .. I'm bringing you with me”

"How about meeting again so we can continue from were we left." Raphael asked in his husky voice, his hand still squeezing my breast. He was really good at it. "You were good but not good enough for another night baby boy." I winked, leaving him with a shocked expression on his face.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Emilia wondered, a cacophony of feelings turning inside her – bewilderment, rage, and something else she was not yet prepared to acknowledge. "Honestly? I wasn't sure how,” Alexander admitted. “And then everything with NexGen started unfolding, and I… I tried to convince myself it was better if we left things professional. Emilia made a small, cynical noise that was almost a laugh. "Professional? After we… after we…. you… promoted me to your personal assistant..." "Right after the most passionate night of my life?” Alexander completed. ... After a single night of heated passion, environmental engineer Emilia Thatcher was promoted to be the personal assistant of Trident Holdings' CEO, AlexandeKane. But she had no idea she's stepping into a carefully orchestrated trap.

I become unemployed when I'm four months pregnant, and my husband asks that we become independent of each other in our marriage. We manage our own finances and pay for our own expenses. Even when I'm suffering from major blood loss during labor, he's unwilling to pay to save my life. My child and I both lose our lives. When I open my eyes, I find that I'm back to the day my husband asks that we become independent of each other. I readily agree. What he doesn't know is that I can morph into a seahorse and transfer the baby to his body so he can carry it to term.

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"There Are THREE SIDES To Every Story. YOURS, HIS And The TRUTH."We both hold distaste for the other. We're both clouded by their own selfish nature. We're both playing the blame game. It won't end until someone admits defeat. Until someone decides to call it quits. But how would that ever happen? We're are just as stubborn as one another.Only one thing would change our resolution to one another. An Engagement. .......An excerpt -" To be honest I have no interest in you. ", he said coldly almost matching the demeanor I had for him, he still had a long way to go through before he could be on par with my hatred for him. He slid over to me a hot cup of coffee, it shook a little causing drops to land on the counter. I sighed, just the sight of it reminded me of the terrible banging in my head. Hangovers were the worst. We sat side by side in the kitchen, disinterest, and distaste for one another high. I could bet if it was a smell, it'd be pungent."I feel the same way. " I replied monotonously taking a sip of the hot liquid, feeling it burn my throat. I glanced his way, staring at his brown hair ruffled, at his dark captivating green eyes. I placed a hand on my lips remembering the intense scene that occurred last night. I swallowed hard. How? I thought. How could I be interested?I was in love with his brother.