Point If View Novels & Stories

"You were born to be mine , you are mine and you are going to be ...... only mine." He spoke in his Hoarse , deep voice sending shivers down her spine. Her petite body trembled as he gaze at her with his Hawk eyes. His hand slowly caressed her cheek , lovingly as he took a careful view of her face. " Stay away ! " She screamed as she tried to push him away but he was not gonna let her push him away. He looked dead mad hearing her words. His blood shot red eyes dug holes into her brown orbs and her back sank into the wall behind her as he slammed his both fists onto the wall. " you belong to me " He made it clear to her but she was not gonna let him play with her like that. " I-I'm- getting engaged- " She looked up to him in the eyes and she witnessed his darkened eyes. He licked up his dried up lips and all of a sudden , stood up straight , letting her breath in relief but that did not last long when he grabbed her frail arm in his tight grip and dragged her all the way towards his bed , pushing her onto the bed as her body bounced twice. " do you really think you can get enagged to him ? Let me show you tonight and after that you will know ......... Whose sinful obsession you are "

On my five-hundred-and-twentieth flight into Chicago, my boyfriend finally came to the airport for me. He held a bouquet of air-flown Blue Moon roses, and the diamond ring inside the velvet box caught the terminal lights. The moment he dropped to one knee, I heard the shocked gasps around us. “Eliana Lowe,” he said, his gray-blue eyes lifted to mine. “Marry me.” My fingers tightened around the handle of my suitcase. I held out my hand, my voice already shaking. "Luca, we--" The ring had barely slid over my finger when Luca laughed. He wasn't looking at me anymore. He was looking over my shoulder at the row of black SUVs idling by the curb. "Told you she'd say yes. Hand over the key to Warehouse Three." Laughter burst from the SUVs. Luca's circle spilled into view: casino managers, dock supervisors, rich kids who lived off the Moretti name, and Vivian Gray at the front in pale fur, laughing hard enough to wipe at the corner of her eye. “No wonder she stayed at your heels for ten years. If I had a pet this obedient, I wouldn’t have the heart to throw it out either.” Luca smiled and patted my head soothingly.“Eliana, it was just a joke. Don't be angry. I’ll make it up to you later.” I looked at the ring on my finger, then at the people laughing behind him. For ten years, I had played along with his games. This time, I didn’t want to anymore.

My adoptive younger brother, Jonathan Arden, is getting married soon, so he has invited me to his wedding. It turns out that the bride is Charlotte Vaughn, my childhood sweetheart-slash-fiancee. My parents think that I'm going to steal Charlotte from Jonathan and cause a huge ruckus at the wedding. That's why they've hired 100 bodyguards, who soon have me surrounded. When things are getting tense, Jonathan rushes down the stage and starts pleading with me. "Mom, Dad, I'm sure Harrison showed up without an invitation just so he can give me his blessings. Please don't blame him." Charlotte takes my hand and says to me pleadingly, "Jonathan is diagnosed with cancer. He's afraid that you might be worried about him, so he's hidden his condition from you. I'm pretending to marry him just so he won't die single." I express my understanding toward the couple before giving them my blessings. Delighted, Charlotte promises me, "Don't worry, you're the only one I view as my actual husband. Once the wedding is over, we'll register our marriage right away." What she doesn't know is that I've already booked an appointment in a fake-death program. A week later, I will leave this place for real. After all, I don't want anything to do with my parents and Charlotte anymore.

The expression he had on his face when I asked him for a divorce left me in shock. Why? Why does he look hurt? He never liked me. Five years in marriage, I tried everything I could to make my husband accept me, to make him look at me as a woman in his life as his wife. But instead, he goes around the city with his mistress and even brought her to our home. He disrespected me to the point I shouldn't take anymore, but I accepted it all and stayed back, all for Grandpa Walton. And now that Grandpa was gone, I had no reason to remain in the marriage anymore. “Let’s get a divorce,” I muttered again, as he stood, still puzzled, unable to believe this words were coming from my mouth.

"Mommy, I found my daddy, and he looks like me!" "I'm sure this time!" Cecilia Eldritch heard her daughter, Celeste, scream as she ran inside the house. Celeste would always find random men and claim that they were her dad. She had already gotten used to Celeste's mischievousness and decided to ignore it. Until Celeste showed her the "daddy" that she randomly found. Sure enough, Celeste brought home her daddy. "I found you." "You can't run away again, Cecilia," Eon Eno said with a triumphant smile. How could he find her after all these years? How can one steamy night with her sworn enemy lead up to this point? "Yay, now I have a daddy!"

My daughter, Tina, locked herself in her room, crying so hard her body shook. I pried the door open and saw that she was clutching a test paper that was torn to shreds and pieced back together. It was a math Olympiad selection test. She should have gotten a perfect score, but was given a score of zero instead. "Mom," she sobbed, "the teacher said 3x5 is not equal to 5x3; that it's taking shortcuts. She tore my paper up in front of everyone, revoked my eligibility for the competition, and told the whole class not to talk to me…" I looked at the deep red scratch marks on my daughter's wrist and immediately picked up the phone to call the principal. "What good does it do for your school's reputation to drive a kid who loves math to their breaking point?"

My fiancée is a DINK. She lies to me about going abroad for a year to further her education—she's actually left to have a child with her childhood sweetheart. He shares a photo of her after she's given birth. It's captioned, "This is the world's best childhood sweetheart. My family's line shall continue!" I'm furious when I see their mutual friends leaving comments urging them to get married. I comment, "May you be together forever and end up with no descendants." My fiancée immediately calls me and snaps, "What the hell are you doing? I'm just fulfilling a promise I made to him during our childhood!" I hang up and call off the engagement. There's no point in continuing with this relationship!

You force me, I don't like what you have just done. I tell you, I'll never love you even a bit. No… I want this house because of my mom. My mother always left our home and stayed here then. And at least, my memories with her are more in this place than at Isaac's house. You get this point?! So now, let me go!"   "No, sorry. I can't let you go," Edric forced Irene to Marry him though he had a woman on his own. For The sake of his Mother, he continuously bothered Irene and forced her to marry him, but Irene managed to run away until time made Edric fall into Irene, and his desire became bigger to make Irene his own self.

BLURB For sixteen years, Skylar Adams built a man who slowly destroyed her. At 36, she is invisible in her own home, mocked by her children, controlled by her mother-in-law, and betrayed by the husband she sacrificed everything for. Jason Lawrence didn’t just cheat. He erased her. But the day she reaches her breaking point becomes the day everything changes. Zane Lawson,the man she once saved years ago steps back into her life. Powerful, composed, and quietly devoted, he offers her something unfamiliar: safety… and a chance to become herself again. As Skylar rebuilds her life, Jason is forced to watch the woman he broke become the woman he can no longer reach. And when he finally wants her back… It’s too late.

I had never imagined my life would eventually turn into a business deal. But when my father's hospital bills reached a surprisingly huge amount, I thought that was all not until my landlord decided I was better off homeless. At this point, I had no choice but to sign a contract with Alexander Pierce, a man whose presence alone screams arrogance and pride with power. The deal was simple: marry him for a year and three months, feign to be his devoted loving wife, and in turn, I will regain my financial freedom. But I can't say there was something simple about Alexander. His gaze burns too deep, his touches linger too long, and harder it becomes to state what's real or fake. I signed a contract. I never signed up for falling in love. But tell that to my heart.