After Greg, Lucia's father, left her and her mom, Lucia is left to pick up the slack after her working yet alcohol-addicted mother, working a 9-5 at a grocery store with an occasional sub art teaching at her former high school to pay for the rent, and maybe earn enough money for that art program. Her life just isn't working as she'd always hoped. Then again, she hadn't been much of a dreamer since she overheard her dad call her a mistake when he was arguing with her mom, but she at least hoped it wouldn't be this...messy. So, what's a mistake gotta have a dream for, right? Maybe wrong. Maybe right. Her life is upside down. Her relationship with God is a mess. Her relationship with herself is a mess. Heck, she doesn't even have friends for her relationship with them to be a mess. And maybe much won't change even after her supposed book-inspired night in shining armor appears. Who knows? But there is one place she doesn't feel a mess--The Saint Patrick's Cathedral. There is one being who's loved her despite not feeling loved--God, and there are people who love her-- Priest Dixon and... someone else (find out in the story). So come aboard on this rollercoaster and have fun. Passengers, please don't forget to breathe.
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***(Don't discount it because it's a Christian book, and you don't want mushy or cringy or Christian-y stuff. Please give it a try. I guarantee you'll like it.) ***
"You don't need to pretend, Zoya!" Logan shouted over the radio noise.
Zoya's heart ached as she tucked in her lips, wishing she could turn back time to when she was a teenager. She was baffled by how the only man she had ever loved could cause her such heartbreak, one that couldn't be diagnosed under an X-ray machine.
In the past ten years, Zoya had invested her time and emotions into the marriage, neglecting her own needs and desires.
Her parents had never supported her relationship with Logan, advising her to focus on her studies when she was just 16. But she had threatened to run away, using her status as an only child to force them to accept her early marriage.
After graduating high school, Logan convinced her to become a full-time housewife. Initially, the marriage was perfect, with Logan taking her on dates, shopping sprees, and vacations. He swept her off her feet, and she abandoned her plans for further education.
However, as Logan became a successful business tycoon, their time together became limited. Whenever she complained about his late nights, he would wrap his arms around her and give her a gentle squeeze, silencing her protests.
Now, Zoya felt a tiny bump in her stomach, followed by a sour pain, but she remained silent. "I can go on a three-month trip," she bargained, her voice discreet but frail.
Logan's response was a dirty smirk, and he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. "My sweet pretensions, Zoya, I don't need you to think for me or go on a vacation."
Zoya felt rejection crawling into her shattered heart, wondering if their love boat had crashed long ago. She remembered her father's fury ten years ago, her mother's attempts to pacify him, and how her father had blocked all communications with her after the wedding.
"Can't you give us a try?" she asked, her voice sounding like a plea.
Logan's lips moved closer to her ears, his words barely audible. "Taste changes, people move on." He shrugged expressively, and Zoya saw his mouth move but couldn't hear properly due to her own emotional deafness.
She crawled on the floor, begging him not to end their marriage, desperate to save it. Logan stepped on her hands, grinding on them in circles, and Zoya swallowed the pain.
He stumbled back, spat on her injured hand, and threw divorce papers on her lap. "It's over, Zoya. Keep the house; I don't want to be stuck in the disgusting memories you've forced on me over the years. Sign that, and I'll have someone collect it in the morning."
With that, Logan turned and walked out of the house, leaving Zoya shattered and alone.
He wanted her.
No, he needed her.
A need so deep and potent, it could quench earth’s sin.
She was the only thing keeping him alive and sane, but also insane at the same time. Her slender hands, her sad eyes, her lips that’s always painted red, her electrifying touch, her mere existence.
He never knew love until he met her.
With each passing day, he loved her more. And he never knew just how engulfing her flames were. It had hit him like a tornado.
Above all, he despised himself for loving someone that loathed him.
He hated the the fact that his cold heart was at her mercy.
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Bibiana didn’t know what to expect when she heard there was going to be a change of management at Moreau Tech where she was employed.
However, with the new management came a new adventure.
"Are you okay? Jungkook?" Lisa whispered as they stop dancing. Her hands brushed his cheeks as he looks at her. He smiled as he said the words Lisa would never forget.
"After this, you're not allowed to leave my side. Be it snowed, rain, sunshine, or storm, I won't let you leave me. Because. . . you're mine."
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Lisa, the daughter of the world-renowned Swiss master chef, moved to Seoul, South Korea, to find her missing brother. Leaving her home, Switzerland, and joined by her friends, it feels like the new place wouldn't be so boring after all. Little did she know that her new life will turn upside down as danger slowly comes knocking on her door. Meeting new people, allies and enemies, it seems like her life would never be peaceful. Especially meeting Jeon Jungkook, a man full of mysteries and dark secrets, who throws fastballs and meeting her 'coincidentally' at every opportunity seems not to take the hint of leaving her alone.
Mila Davidson, a calculative and talented woman, CEO of the company founded by her Grandfather falls in turns of events that brings her close to Edgar Taron, a young entrepreneur who becomes The CEO of Taron Enterprises established by his hardwork.
What happens when two Billionaire Clash?
Sparks of love in their dearth Heart blooms something unexpectable.