Found 9 break shot chapter 144 Stories

She was scared of being caged up in her home where no one acknowledged her.
April seek for freedom and to be free comes with a great price
Eloping with her lover wasn't the best option but only option and answer to the very thing she desired most, freedom.
Her fears came rushing back in a strange city with no one to run to when the very person she trusted turns out to be a monster
Just when she was about to accept the scary fate staring at her, light came shining on her dark part. Philip, ...

This is a story of a triumphant rebirth. After being betrayed, she bravely divorces and embarks on a path of success. Using her skills as a painter, she amazes everyone. Her ex-husband, filled with regret, turns into a desperate suitor, madly pursuing her. At the same time, she uncovers the mystery of her origins, finds her biological father, and gains abundant family affection. Her life seems to be on a winning streak, with both love and career flourishing, making it an addictive read that will...

Stella Moore only wanted Revenge.
Ten years ago, her family was murdered by King's corporation.
Forced into hiding, she and her aunt fled to another country, taking on new identities to escape their enemies. Now she's back– to make every one of them pay.
As the president's secretary, she can access the corporation's secrets. Step by step she gathers evidence to bring down King’s corporation. But there’s one problem in her way–the president–Liam Carson.
Handsome, charming, and kind, he stirs f...

Mandy Lawson mistakes Jason Cole's intentions as a power grab and, in her anger, attacks him and flees. As the truth slowly emerges, their relationship becomes increasingly strained, and the identity of the real mastermind remains shrouded in mystery.

Adrian Kane entered and the air crackled with a strange energy. It was no longer gelled to appear straight, his curls giving his serious persona a more approachable look. I'd run my hands through those curls once, I thought and bit the inside of my cheek, hating how the memory assaulted me. His signature steely hazel eyes scanned the room, and for a fleeting moment, they locked onto mine.
"Amelia," Adrian said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "We've met." A flicker of so...

"I, Chris Holland, reject Anna Winchester as my mate."
His voice is cold. Final.
Pain explodes in Anna's chest, raw and consuming, as every soul-thread binding her to him is severed.
"I, Anna Winchester, accept your rejection," she gasps, even as her body crumples.
The sentence comes swiftly. "On behalf of the Alpha, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging."
The crowd roars for blood. The gallows await.
And then—
"Let go of her. This instant!"
Alpha Dylan staggers through the chaos, bloodie...

Synopsis/blurb
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"He had six months to break her. But she had six months to save him, and she didn't."
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Aria Bellani never expected her wedding to become a kidnapping. But that’s exactly what happened when Luca Moretti... ruthless Mafia don and sworn enemy of her family... snatched her from the altar and declared her his prisoner.
For six months, she’ll live under his roof. And if her father doesn’t beg for her life? She dies.
What Luca didn’t plan on was falling for the woman he mean...

"Quiet, girl!" I growled. Her body stiffened. I fumbled her breast with so much anger. "See, boys?" I said, with a low growl, "She is so soft." I laughed, cold and harsh.
Lucian and Jamil roared with me.Her eyes squeezed shut, a blush creeping up her neck. This was better. Broken. "This is how you should behave," I muttered to myself with raw satisfaction. My hand moved lower, smacking her butt hard.
Crack! Lina whimpered. It was a small, painful sound. Her pain was mine. I dragged her towards...

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in ...