Too hurt to forgive

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few.Cover by @forcade

The Best Self-Help Books: A Journey to Personal Growthbest self help books have long been a cornerstone of personal development, offering readers guidance on everything from achieving financial success to improving mental health. These self help books often provide practical advice, strategies, and motivation to help individuals make positive changes in their lives. The best self-help books have stood the test of time, offering timeless wisdom that continues to inspire millions. This article will explore some of the most influential self-help books ever written, analyzing their key messages and explaining why they remain relevant today.

My own Fnaf story with May as the main character..-Enjoy reading

It's a kareena story

Hi guys. So y'all read the title so yeah. Enjoy. (This is real btw)

[This story is now FREE!] When Andie Bank agreed to take a job to help save her friend's reputation, it wasn't supposed to end up in a romance-fueled galactic rescue mission with her irresistibly hot boss. *****With a merciless tabloid set on destroying the Hollywood career and reputation of Andie's best friend, Andie accepts a job offer with the same company on the condition that they leave her friend alone. She knew about her smoking hot boss when she accepted the accounting position, but the tabloid failed to mention small details like celebrity kidnappings, alien imposters, camera-shaped ray guns, and their absolutely abysmal knowledge of the American tax system.Unable to deny their atomic attraction, Andie and her boss's kisses quickly evolve into a forbidden affair that must remain secret at all costs. When a certain vengeful ex-fiancé discovers their secret, the laser guns come out and Andie is forced to flee for her life. As time runs out, Andie must choose between love or committing a crime that goes against everything she stands for.Plus hot alien sex! ...[[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]Cover designed by Eva (Fathima) Ismail

As one of Georgia's most successful ranchers, Rhye Collins doesn't have time to even consider dating, but that changes when he meets Katrina Davis. When he sees the beautiful, but broken, girl. It is an instant attraction. It isn't a sexual attraction, but an urge to protect the innocent beauty from a horrible past and an even less desirable future. When he finds out her caregiver is trying to force her into a marriage with a man who thinks she is useless, he steps in and does the only thing a southern cowboy can do and asks her to marry him. Katrina quickly accepts his offer, but doesn't believe she can be the wife he deserves. She has been brought up to believe a woman's place was in the home. A wife, by her definition, is someone who can cook, clean and bare children, things she has never been able to do, not that she has been given the chance. Rhye doesn't believe that, he feels a marriage is a partnership and he is so proud that God gave him Katrina as a partner, but can he convince her of that? Find out in "My Cowboy, My Hero".

"Come out to play, my pet." The voice purred, but each time she would turn to the direction of the voice, she was only to be met with humour bereft cackling. "You are mine. Mine to own. Mine to rule." A oil lamp flickered to life, bathing the concrete walls in an eerie glow.A figure approached in a striking black dress, dragging across the tile like a wave. Yellow veins spider crawled upon pale skin from the rotten-black claws to the hilt of a defined collarbone.The figure moved closer. Eleanor tried to step back, but the rusted chains bounding her to the wall prevented her. She tried to shut her eyes, but they felt pinned open to witness her own suffrage. But as strong jawline and high cheekbones of this creature was to be illuminated, the room began to fill with crimson, the stench of copper making her head spin.