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Life is unsure and unfair for her. Her parents were already dead and she grew up in an orphanage. When she reached 18, they told her to move out so she had no choice but to do what they wanted. She started to work for herself since then. She tried to do a lot of jobs, making her forget what sleep feels like. In this world, a weak omega like her is like trash. Alphas are the only people that are valid in this unfair society. If you want to have a good life, you have no choice but to give yourself to thos alphas or worse, be their slave and let them stomp your dignity. In order to survive, an omega like her needed to stick like a leech to those alphas who the society respects. She even thought of selling herself just to have money. Maybe her life would be better if an alpha brought her. Maybe everything would be better if she had parents she can lean on. All of this came to her faster than bullets and she found herself clinging to that bridge, feeling the chilly air coming from below. Hazel is prepared to end it all, until a child suddenly appeared out of nowhere and clung to her legs. The child kept on calling her “mama” and didn't want to let go. Followed by this, men in black came to her, accusing her of kidnapping the child. “Please don't take me!! I didn't know this child!” Hazel exclaimed.

Nora Jensen has a plan for everything. Senior year? Mapped out. College applications? Done. Feelings for Cole Whitaker, Millbrook High's infuriatingly charming hockey star? Absolutely, categorically, not part of the plan. But when Cole shows up at her locker with that look — the desperate one he'd never admit to — and says you owe me one, Nora finds herself agreeing to the most ridiculous favor of her life. One family dinner. One fake girlfriend. Simple, clean, transactional. Except nothing about Cole Whitaker turns out to be simple. Not the way he remembers her coffee order without being asked. Not the way he describes his favorite color as pre-game ice, before they turn the main lights on. Not the way he looks at her on the porch after dinner like she's something worth keeping — and she's supposed to be pretending he isn't looking at all. Nora made a deal. She just didn't read the fine print. The part where fake dinners turn into real conversations. Where negotiated terms start feeling a lot like feelings. Where the boy you agreed to pretend to love somehow becomes the one person you can't imagine pretending about. The rules were simple. Don't hold his hand. Don't look at him like you like him. Don't fall. Two out of three isn't bad.

Los Angeles was supposed to be my home. Instead, it had always felt like a golden cage. The Smith mansion stood tall behind iron gates, glittering with wealth and silence. Servants bowed. Cameras watched every corner. And the man who called himself my uncle smiled sweetly for the world while hiding knives behind his back. I was seventeen when I heard the truth. “He will take care of the girl tonight,” my uncle said over the phone, his voice calm. “Make it look like an accident.” The girl. He meant me. Fear became the only thing that kept my legs moving. I ran from the driver who was meant to take me home, sprinting through unfamiliar streets until the bright city lights disappeared and the world turned darker. Detroit. Wrong place. Wrong time. Engines roared in the distance when I saw him. A man sitting on a black motorcycle like a shadow carved from danger. Tattoos curled up his neck. His eyes were cold enough to freeze the night. Everyone knew men like him were monsters. But monsters were sometimes the only ones who could save you. I jumped onto the back of his motorcycle and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me.” That single moment would destroy his life. And change mine forever. *******

All I did was reach for a pastry Lila had her eye on, and my childhood sweetheart Luca, the Don's heir of Galvani family, had me thrown in the estate cellar for three days and three nights. His voice was as cold. "I've told you before, Lila is like a sister to me. Why can't you just let her be?" This time I didn't cry or beg. I just looked at him. I had been half out of my mind over this man for more than a decade. I had even slashed my own wrist in front of his father, just to force him into marrying me. Luca looked at me like he was disappointed all over again. "With a temper like yours, how could you ever be the Donna of Galvani family?" "Get down to the cellar and think about what you've done. Come back when you've come to your senses." Then, as if he couldn't quite help himself, he dropped his voice: "Look, as long as you come around and stop making Lila's life difficult, everything goes back to how it was. Okay?" I clenched my jaw. It felt like a blade pressed against my chest. "Okay," I said. Next month, the Don of the Ferrara family will marry me as his Donna. This time, I am done with Luca.

Death is like a rain you cannot stop. Are you bound to be saved? Or bound to die? I saw you die.

Fresh out of Med school, Paris Martinez feels like the sky is her starting point, a perfect time to start chasing her dreams. Her dreams had to come to a halt when her father wants her to take over the family's business after his retirement and work for New York's most eligible bachelor, Dante Melendez. Abandoning a medical degree doesn't sound bizarre as having to work for the arrogant Dante Melendez. Paris would rather be in a theatre than anywhere near Dante but her father's wish has to be obeyed. Paris had a tiny plan, which frustrates Dante to the point of him firing her then she goes back to pursuing her dreams as a surgeon. Everything sounds easy until Dante craves a little plan of his too, frustrating Paris till she accepts he's above her. Maybe beneath all of the hate, there's something weird. Something that feels like passion and smells like love.

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

I receive news of my husband being hospitalized after accidentally eating mushrooms causing hallucinations. I ignore the pain in my sprained ankle and limp to the hospital. When I enter the hospital ward, my husband sidesteps me. Instead, he excitedly throws his arms around the young woman behind me. "You're finally here, honey! I missed you so much!" The young woman gives me a challenging look. Then, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him, her face red. They cling to each other and act all lovey-dovey like there's no one with them. After a while, my husband seems to realize I'm there. He scratches his head in embarrassment, looking like a young man who's just fallen in love. "Mom has done a good job in maintaining her appearance, honey. She doesn't look like she's 50 at all."

Sometimes we feel like its actually love but we maybe confused not its not may be its an attraction i guess

Being a fresh university graduate, all that Claire needs is an adventure of a lifetime. Her life as a beautiful Rapunzel in the castle is something any woman her age would desire to have, but she knows what's hidden behind her exorbitant smile. But everything changes on one stormy evening.He'll appear like a knight in shining armor, and then he'll stay like a King of her heart. Healing and destroying her at the same time will become his ability, but eternity with him will become her heartfelt wish, even though her question remains unanswered--Is it love?