After reconciling with one another, Kota Mizushiro and Akiko Chisai are back again. With getting to know one another again, will they ever stay strong with each other?

"I am so sorry Mr. Shah, I can't take your offer"

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"Its not your damn Choice you have to accept it sooner or later"

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She rejected me - he thought to himself, why are you not taking this case Ms. Bose

"Personal reasons Sir!!!, I stood up, held her wrist and pulled her closed, Idk why i did that but i did trying to solve this women's mysteries through her eyes

"I don't give a fuck about your personal reasons Ms. Bose, I just want you to represent me in this case that's all i will pay you ransom amount, will give you promotion, then what's the damn issue"

"Its my personal reasons sir, Also its none of your business go find some other attorney. I m not the only one"

she said her beautiful brown orbs were staring directly at me, she pulled herself out from my grip went towards the door

"If you leave my office consider yourself fire Ms. Bose and i will make sure that you won't be able to practice law ever again"

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Warning - This story may contain some grammatical errors.

When Dora Harding purchases a rare desk at her best friend's antique shop in New York, she never expected there to be an old letter written on the Titanic, in a part of the cabinet that was supposed to be closed shut. And even more so, she never thought that the letter would be addressed to her.

Kota Mizushiro finds a love interest who is addicted to anime. Knowing that he is almost caught up with the modern culture, will he ever understand her?

I made these poems when I was first falling in-love with my girlfriend. It started with how I felt whenever I was talking to her and how she made me feel. Also it made me realize that I wanted to be with her.

A shifter, shunning society as a human and living through his feral form, finds the light in humans again through a simple offering of soup and the kindness of a heart not wanting to give up on it.

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This story is published and copyrighted as part of a shifter competition.

,,Říkám, že zavíráme a pokračujeme jindy!"

,,Nesmysl! Budeme pokračovat."

Skalpel pevně svírám v ruce a nevraživě civím na toho tupce před sebou.

,,Nemáme už čas!" Vyprskne jedovatě a je rudý vzteky. Sestřičky stojící opodál to celé sledují a pravděpodobně netuší, co dělat.

Ignoruji pohled toho pavijáního ksichtu a obrátím se na anesteziologa, který rovněž vypadá v rozpacích.

,,Kolik máme času?" Optám se klidně.

,,No moc už ne, ale když budete rychlí-"

,,To není otázka! Pacient nám může umřít, pokud operaci ihned neukončíme a nebudeme pokračovat jindy!"

,,Prosím uklidněte se, kolego! Pokud pacienta nyní neodoperujeme, budeme ho muset uspávat znovu, což jeho srdce v tomto stavu již nemusí zvládnout. Takže pokračujeme a pokud s mým názorem nesouhlasíte a odmítáte mi při zákroku nadále asistovat, laskavě se odeberte z operačního sálu a fofrem mi sem pošlete jiného doktora."

Příběh se odehrává o devět let později (z pohledu Harper).

Několik let po atestaci a i přesto je Harper Evansová jedna z nejschopnějších kardiochirurgů v celé zemi. Nabídky k práci se jen hrnou, ale pouze jedna pozice se jí zamlouvá nejvíc. Ačkoliv se jedná o vzdálenou destinaci, Harper neváhá a s nabídkou souhlasí.

Od toho momentu se její doposud klidný život opět promění v kolotoč dávno zapomenutých citů, šíleností a intrik v novém prostředí.

Konečný díl trilogie Zrádců Z Coquitlamu je konečně tady! Budu moc ráda, když se půjdete mrknout na můj wattpad, kde kapitoly vycházejí rychleji a pravidelněji. Zároveň se na mém wattpadu nachází i ostatní knížky, které by některé z Vás mohly zaujmout.

This is to my lover

I don't remember much of my life before this almost like a dream . I remember being betrayed watching my fiancé of two years sleeping with my sister experiencing so much emotion then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest and then everything went dark. Whilst I was dreaming or sleeping I saw a warm white light and heard a unfamiliar voice. "I need you to help others and stop the war that is destroying my world .... don't make the same mistakes that my family did and live the life I've given you" When the light faded I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar place a room covered with flowers and candles , looking in the mirror i saw that my face and body was different .

Priya Shah is an Indian neurologist who is working in Seoul. She struggled a lot in her life and didn't have a good past. She is full of secrets and is married to a celebrity, which is also a little secret of her, Kim SeoJoon, a leader of one of the world-famous K-pop bands.

A handsome and successful singer, Kim SeoJoon dated many Korean beauties. But his parents convinced him to get married to Priya whom he barely knew before. He got married to her for his family's happiness, but his thoughts were different about her.

She is a pure, silent, and kind-hearted girl but He is cold and arrogant and hates Priya because of his past experiences with his love life.  What will happen when their entirely different world collides? Will he be able to find out the secrets of Priya? Will these two completely distinct personalities find their happily ever after with each other?

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I leaned to her level, but she squeezed her eyes. I came close to her face, "Let me see your black eyes, Priya." I moved my lips over her cheek. She slowly fluttered open her eyes. She tried to duck her face, but unconsciously I grasp her chin and moved her face up. Our eyes were locked on each other. I was trying to find something for myself in her eyes.I didn't know what to say, but still, I murmured against her cheek, "You look innocent," and then planted a soft kiss on the spot near the jawline. "But you're not. Are you?” She shivered with my touch and puffed out a little breath. She was trying to resist me, but her body was reacting to my touch.

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I will do anything to keep the smile on my nephews little face, but I saw something on my sisters coffee table amongst the paper work that made me question if Jamie my six year old nephew is safe and if not, can I get the mysterious policeman Liam, who I call ‘beast’ since he is so intimidating, to help me Emilia or as he calls me 'Tinkerbell'? It’s obvious that Liam gets all the women to fall at his feet, I’m usually not the main character the way my life goes, more of the sarcastic, curvy best friend. But the butterflies I feel when I’m near him and small glances he gives me can’t help but make me feel different, this has nothing to do with romance, I’m only getting him to help Jamie and when it’s done but that’s it. I’ve never been the main character, especially not with a love interest that I know won’t happen and it’s not going to start now. Besides I am more of a side character anyway…right?

Potom, co se Jeremy náhle rozhodne pro odjezd do vzdálené země, Harper zůstává ve stále stejném, neznámém městě, obklopena spoustou cizích, či nepřátelských lidí. Postupně ztrácí sílu a vůli, ale co hůř? Harper Evansová si uvědomí, že pomalu ztrácí poslední milovanou osobu ve svém životě. Když se tak stane, sama se ocitne na hraně života a smrti. Okusí, jaké to je být skutečně na dně a udělá cokoliv pro to, aby se dostala zpátky na vrchol.

,,Slib mi, Harper, že nikdy nepřestaneš doufat,  že i když se ocitneš na místě, odkud se nebudeš moci dostat pryč- nikdy nepřestaneš bojovat, nikdy neztratíš naději. Slib mi to Harper, prosím."

,,Slibuji."

Kéž bych ona slova nikdy nevyslovila. Kéž by navždy zůstala viset na mých rtech, aniž bych je vyslovila nahlas. Lítost, jež mne nyní sužuje je příliš velká na to, abych ji byla schopná unést. Pokud ji ovšem unésti chci. Roky se potloukám životem, který připomíná jednu velkou tragédii a pro co vlastně? Všichni mí milovaní mě opustili a zanechali napospas zrádným nástrahám existence. Matka raději odjela tisíce mil daleko, než aby se o mě musela starat. Táta zachránil svého parťáka a upřednostnil ho tak přede mnou. Jeremy se rozhodl pro vysněný, šťastný život v zahraničí, jehož nejsem součástí. Tetička vzdala boj s rakovinou, ale její poslední slova byla právě o neztrácení naděje a vůle žít. Není to ironické?