"Broken Promises" is a tale of shattered trust and the enduring power of hope. It explores the complexities of relationships, the consequences of betrayal, and the arduous journey of forgiveness.
The city was alive that night, a symphony of laughter, clinking glasses, and the hum of neon lights casting soft glows on the wet pavement. It was the kind of night where anything felt possible, where strangers became lovers, and where love stories began.
Mitchell didn't expect his life to change when he stepped into The Blue Orchid, a bar tucked away in a quiet corner of downtown. He had only come because his best friend, Clara, had insisted.
"You need to get out more," she had scolded, dragging him through the doors.
"Clara, I'm perfectly fine staying in and watching bad reality TV."
"You're twenty-eight, not eighty. Come on, one drink won't kill you."
One drink had turned into two, then three. And then, somewhere between the rim of his glass and the slow jazz playing in the background, he saw him.
Michael stood near the bar, his fingers lazily drumming against the polished wood as he spoke to the bartender. He was effortlessly handsome, with tousled dark hair and a sharp jawline, the kind of beauty that felt both classic and unattainable. Mitchell wasn't usually the kind to be drawn in by strangers, but something about Michael made the air thinner, made his pulse drum against his skin.
Their eyes met-brief, curious. A flicker of recognition, though they were strangers.
"You're staring," Clara whispered, smirking.
"I am not."
"Oh, you so are. Go talk to him."
"Absolutely not."
"Why?"
"Because I'm terrible at flirting."
Clara rolled her eyes. "Good thing he's coming over here, then."
Mitchell's heart slammed against his ribs as Michael approached, a confident ease in his steps. He held a glass of whiskey in one hand, the dim lighting making the amber liquid shimmer.
"Mind if I sit?" Michael asked, his voice a deep, velvety timbre that sent an involuntary shiver down Mitchell's spine.
Mitchell cleared his throat. "Sure, but if you're trying to sell me something, I'm broke."
Michael chuckled. "Good to know. But no, just thought I'd say hello."
"Hello."
"Hello," Michael echoed, smiling.
It was the kind of beginning that should have been ordinary, and yet, it wasn't. They talked for hours-about nothing and everything. About how Mitchell worked in publishing but secretly wanted to write. About how Michael was a musician, a pianist who could never stay in one city too long because the world called to him.
Somewhere between the stories and the drinks, Mitchell forgot how to be careful. He forgot the walls he had built to keep himself from hoping too much.
By the time the bar was closing, Michael leaned in, his breath warm against Mitchell's ear.
"Let me take you out sometime."
Mitchell hesitated-not because he didn't want to, but because something about Michael felt dangerous in the best and worst ways.
"Alright," he said softly.
And just like that, the first chapter of them began.
This story explore the complex emotions of a woman who, driven by societal expectations and the allure of romantic love,finds herself unexpectedly pregnant with her first child.the narrative delves into the protagonist internal struggle as she navigates the overwhelming responsibility of motherhood while wrestling with the reailzation that her decision was fueled by a fleeting passion rather than genuine commitment.The story examines the societal pressure surrounding marriage and motherhood,the complexities of love and regret,and the profound impact of a life altering decision on a womans journey.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.