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This book is meaningless. It is simply coom over and over.

Mira died because she was stupid enough to trust the people around her. Her reputation, her career, her identity and her... Marriage. All of it disappeared while she was powerless to do anything. At death's door, she swore that if she could restart it all, she would change everything. She would avoid the tragedy. She wouldnt fall in love with the same man. Now given another chance, she vowed that she will get the happiness that she deserves and definitely live a good life. Screw everyone who wronged her in the past! [tags: weak to strong FL, school life, friendship, time travel, fantasy] (This is the edited version of my first uploaded book Tempest Heart.)

Some doors, once opened, cannot be closed again. Vikram Singh spent twenty years serving his country across four conflict zones, earning respect and recognition in every corner of the world. All he ever wanted in return was simple — to come home. On the evening of his retirement, he finally does. By midnight, home is ash and rubble. Everything he fought to protect, everything he lived for — destroyed in a single act of devastating precision by an enemy he cannot name, wielding resources that should not exist in any ordinary world. What follows is not a story about justice. It is a story about what grief does to people who refuse to let it make them weak. His eldest daughter Kavya — a national taekwondo athlete who once carried her family's strength as naturally as breathing — finds herself standing in the ruins of everything she has ever known. Beside her is Karan, her closest friend and a national MMA athlete, who has quietly decided that he will burn the world down before he lets it burn her. Together they begin pulling at a thread that leads somewhere enormous, somewhere dark, somewhere that no amount of athletic training could have ever prepared them for. Because there is a difference between fighting to win and fighting to survive. Between a competition and a war. Between an opponent and an enemy. As Kavya and Karan descend deeper into a world operating entirely in shadows — guided by fractured information, forged by violence, and tested by losses that don't stop coming — they begin to understand that whoever destroyed their family did not act on impulse. This was deliberate. Precise. Personal. And it goes back much further than one evening in Ranchi. Some wars never officially end. They simply go quiet — and wait.

A story of pettit monster companions. Battle, taming, evolution and beautiful interspecies friendship.

Quando Leila vai a um encontro no Tinder com Kelvin, a última pessoa que ela espera encontrar é seu novo marido. Então, quando ele faz uma proposta irrecusável, ela se vê dizendo sim. A vida de mulher casada não deve ser tão difícil. Ou pelo menos é o que ela pensa, até chegar ao escritório no dia seguinte e descobrir que seu novo chefe é seu marido. Com o clima esquentando e seu marido bilionário e irresistível tentando seduzi-la no trabalho, Leila se esforça para manter seu casamento em segredo. Quanto tempo os dois conseguirão manter as aparências?

Outwardly, Taren and Ian look like any other upper middle-class working couple. Good jobs, nice house, nice cars, nice clothes. They’re in love and it’s clear their marriage is meant to last.<br><br>Happily ever after doesn’t just happen. In the case of Taren and Ian, a healthy sex life where each is free to explore his deepest, darkest desires and live out his fantasies is the key to their happiness. Behind closed doors, Taren becomes Master while Ian wears nipple clamps and cock cages. Ian’s purpose is to satiate his Master. Ian’s wish is that his own pleasure, when granted, is laced with sweet pain. It’s the pain which intensifies Ian’s senses and his pleasure.<br><br>Master Taren has a special trip planned for their anniversary, one of which Ian doesn’t yet know any details. No matter, simply preparing for this trip is fulfilling more than one of Ian’s dark cravings.

16 year old Samantha and her family are grieving over the death of her 8 year old sister Emily.Ever since the death of Emily her brother is acting strange and shes trying find out why...

The fight between them sparked when they were kids. She hated her but she loved her back. What happens when after so many years, it is still on but now it is not for toys anymore... Inaaya is a girl who has been invisible to people and lives her life surrounded by books. "Can family be enemy?" she used to ask herself everyday. After 7 years, she returns back to her hometown, to a family which will never be part of her life... But there is a tension between the two sisters. What happens when a boy enters this equation and creates a war between the two?? A challenge between two people makes the worlds of fours people entangle and turn upside down.

Before marrying Silas, Joyce had only met him three times. A marriage of convenience, a secret agreement, for a term of three years. She's fresh off a heartbreak — the man she chased for years told her they "weren't a good match." Silas has his own baggage: rumor says he's still hung up on a white moonlight who happens to look just like Joyce. So that's all she is. A substitute. ** In the second year of their marriage, on Joyce's birthday, she drank too much and, in front of everyone, tugged on his tie, pinning him underneath her: "You look... a lot like my husband." The Thorne family's second master, known for being rational and unfeeling, was flustered by her that night. He leaned in close to her ear and coaxed in a low voice, "Be good." The next day Joyce woke up to find her lips were swollen. This… Who did this! When she went to question him, she discovered Silas's lip was bitten. He stared at her and said slowly, "You crossed the line first." ** The scandal leaked. At a party, her ex-boyfriend stepped in: "She's mine. Who dares talk?" Then Silas walked in. The room went silent. "Yours? Since when?" "Joyce, tell me. Whose are you?" So much for the secret marriage. So much for being a substitute. This was supposed to be fake… wasn't it?