native american story about love

Business woman Ye Qiu was reborn as a sophomore rural student with the same name in 1984, and possessed a spatial spiritual spring. In order to improve the living environment of herself and her family, Ye Qiu worked as a tutor to save her first pot of gold, started cooking food from a street barbecue stall, and became rich step by step. She thought he was just a guardian of her students, but he became a sweet helper on her growth path.

The story begins with Tiffany running away from some guys in white suits. She manages to catch her breath in an alley where she comes across a woman with long hair seemingly changing her shirt. As she comments about the scene, the woman turns around only to reveal herself as not a woman, but as manThere's no time to waste, though, as the men catch up to her. So, attempting to be quick on her feet, Tiffany decides to use the man she's just discovered and pretends to be kissing him as th

This is a love story which remain unfinished seven years old ago....Daniel and Amara were in love but something happens which break them apart. It broke both of them in many ways... After sometimes Amara found that she is pregnant she want to share this good news with Daniel when she try to talk with him he blames her that she cheats with his best friend.Amara parents also don't trust her.. They said she is not their daughter anymore. It breaks Amara in thousands of pieces .She leave them a

Ashton Hayes, since the ripe age of 16 had been cleaning up after the dirty work of the big guns, the Takahashi mafia family. The brutal images his work came with made Ashton's heart and soul numb inside out that is until a fragile-looking, sheltered, girl by the name of Sora stumbles upon his crime scene.Sora Bailey, brought up by her grandmother in a sheltered lifestyle had never felt the pain of heartache or the love of another man but that all changes when she makes acquaintance with As

The bright blue sky, the gentle breeze, the wonderful twitting of birds, light shining into my eyes.Just another morning from dreaming about the Prince my mom had always told me about. His blonde hair, his dazzling eyes just like a shining mirage. His masculine hands firmly holding his father's sword, as his lips called for me. But sometimes, i dream about someone else. Someone entirely different. He looks more handsome and alot more dreamy.