Love stories
The gentle rustling of leaves whispered a soft lullaby as the sun set behind the hills, casting golden hues over the small town of Everbrook. The air smelled of autumn – crisp and fresh – and for Claire Williams, this season always marked a change. As a writer struggling to finish her first novel, she spent most of her days sitting by the large window of her apartment, sipping on tea, gazing at the quiet streets below. It wasn't an exciting life, but it was safe. Predictable.
Claire had always been the kind of person who preferred stability over adventure. After a series of failed relationships, she had come to believe that love – real love – was a fairytale made for others, not for someone like her. So, she buried herself in her work, building worlds of romance on paper while avoiding it in real life.
That is, until the day she met him.
It was an ordinary afternoon when Claire decided to take a break from her writing and stroll through the local park. The air was cool, and the sun dipped low in the sky, giving the world around her a soft, dream-like quality. As she sat on a weathered wooden bench, watching the world pass by, she noticed a man walking toward her. He was tall, with dark hair that curled slightly at the ends and eyes that seemed to reflect the depth of a stormy sea.
There was something about him that immediately caught her attention. Perhaps it was the way he carried himself – as though he was lost in thought, yet fully aware of his surroundings. Or maybe it was the way his gaze seemed to linger on everything, as if he saw the beauty in the mundane.
Their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and Claire felt her heart skip a beat. She quickly looked away, embarrassed by her reaction. She wasn't the type to get flustered by a stranger's glance, but there was something about this man that made her feel... different.
Before she could collect herself, he sat down on the bench beside her, his presence warm and inviting. For a moment, they sat in silence, the only sound the rustling of leaves and the distant hum of traffic.
"I've seen you here before," the man said, his voice deep and smooth, breaking the silence. Claire turned to look at him, surprised by his words.
"I come here often," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "It helps me think."
He nodded, as if he understood. "I'm James," he said, extending his hand toward her.
"Claire," she responded, shaking his hand. His grip was firm but gentle, and she couldn't help but notice the warmth of his touch.
For the next hour, they talked about everything and nothing – their jobs, their favorite books, the weather. There was an ease to their conversation that felt natural, as though they had known each other for years, not mere minutes. And yet, beneath the surface, Claire could feel an undercurrent of something more – a spark that she hadn't felt in a long time.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft glow over the park, James stood up. "It was nice talking to you, Claire," he said with a smile that made her heart flutter.
"You too," she replied, watching as he walked away, disappearing into the fading light.
For the first time in years, Claire felt a flicker of hope. Maybe, just maybe, love wasn't a fairytale after all.
It's an emotional story of a rich man's daughter and the poor guy The story begin in a prestigious university where Jacob and Emily meets for the first time.
Steve, Pretty and Micheal are the key actors and character in this story.
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.