Demônio

Mi esposo, Damien Falcone, tenía noventa y nueve amantes. Y yo era la princesa de la mafia por la que los hombres hacían fila para ofrecerme su vida. El día que empezamos a salir, todos en nuestro grupo hicieron apuestas. Decían que no duraríamos ni tres meses. Pero entonces, todo cambió. Por mí, bloqueó a todas de su celular, construyó una mansión y se arrodilló para pedir mi mano. Luego, en nuestra noche de bodas, me dijo que quería un matrimonio abierto. —Podemos estar con otras personas, si queremos. Pero la lealtad… es solo para nosotros. Acepté. Y entonces apareció su amante número cien, Sophia Ricci. Traicionó a nuestra familia en un trato de armas. Casi le cuesta la vida a mi padre. Pero Damien la protegió. Incluso la metió a vivir en nuestra casa. Así que hice lo que cualquier princesa de la mafia con el corazón roto haría: me emborraché y desperté en la cama de otro. Lo que no sabía era que ese hombre era el tío de Damien.

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means

Jae Kyung is a True Alpha, born to dominate, fight and conquer. He never bends to anyone and he never accepts defeat. Even if he is losing, he will go down fighting. So, when he gets forced into an arranged marriage, he finds a new opponent: Anya Morgan, his new wife. His future Luna. Does she think he'll just accept this arrangement? Hell no. He NEVER goes down without a fight. He will make this marriage as painful as possible for his new opponent until he comes out victorious. But sooner rather than later, Jae finds himself realizing that victory isn't always sweet, because Anya turns out to be his Fated Mate. And now she hates him. Jae Kyung was definitely born to dominate, fight and conquer, but he will have to bend this time. He will have to redeem himself to get his Fated Mate back. But Anya is more than a foolish girl now, she is a strong woman. Will she accept the bond after everything her cruel ex-husband put her through?

"He killed our mother with his own sinful hands, elder. I cannot forgive him." When fate takes a very wrong turn Lesley Castell - a wronged alpha female of her pack - is paired with twin Alpha brothers named Jacob Bloodmond and Jean Bloodmond. Jean accepts Lesley as his mate quickly, but what happens to Lesley the moment she finds another wolf in the woods claiming her and kidnapping her from the possession of Jean's territory? What the brothers don't know about Lesley's truth, will shock them and traumatize them for an eternity. Because she carries the same cursed blood in her veins as their dead mother. Will she land in the same fate as their mother...? Or does reality finally settle between the two begrudging brothers?

One year had gone by since my husband got married to me. I went back to the company for a celebration party. I'd just taken my seat when a woman with a Cartier ring around her finger splashed a glass of red wine in my face. "That's the chairman's seat, you slut! Who are you? How dare you take his seat!" The guests surrounded me and grabbed my hands and feet. Someone even kicked me down to the ground. I held my fury back. "I'm the chairman's wife! Matthew Grayson is my husband!" The woman yanked my hair and sneered at me. "So, you're the bitch he's forced to marry. He's already generous enough, letting you marry him. You live on his money, and now you're trying to steal his place and be the boss. I know sluts like you know no shame! Guards, throw her out!" I laughed mirthlessly. The man who leeched off me thought he could call the shots now. Still, I kept my fury in check and called his number. "Hello, Matthew. Did you tell everyone I lived on your money and that you're the boss of the company?"

‎I died on Christmas Eve. ‎Betrayed by the man I gave everything to, poisoned by my own sister, and mocked for loving too deeply, death should have been my end. Instead, it became my beginning. ‎ ‎When I wake up in a blood-soaked alley, a cold voice welcomes me to the “Demon Games" —a brutal survival arena where one hundred humans fight monstrous trials for a chance at rebirth. The prize? Ten years of life restored… and one impossible wish. ‎ ‎I am weak. Near-blind. Unwanted. ‎But someone keeps saving me. ‎He wears a mask, smells of danger, and commands fear without speaking. They call him a demon. A king. A monster. ‎And worst of all—he claims I belong to him. ‎ ‎As the games grow deadlier and the audience thirsts for blood, I uncover a terrifying truth: the man protecting me is the “Lycan King" , an overlord bound by rules that demand my death. ‎ ‎In a world where love is forbidden and survival demands sacrifice, I must choose— escape hell alone… or drag the king down with me. ‎

He was not a hero. And he wasn't aiming to be one. It just happened that he was born in this kingdom. The moment their kingdom falls, as a part of the royalty, he had to die—and he has no plan of dying for the second time. Ainsley Doherty, born from royalty, was given another chance to prevent the destruction of his kingdom. Armed with the advantage of possessing his memories before he died, he was determined to prevent the surrounding kingdoms from successfully capturing his homeland. However, as he ventures on the dreary path to achieve his goal, he realized that the future he was walking towards was not the same as the future he knew from his previous life. [date started: 7/12/21] [date ended:] | English

The story follows Grace and Nickolas Meyer love story from the book, the Tycoon's lost child. "Five years after his disappearance at sea, Nicholas Meyer returns a new man, his re-emergence as mysterious as his disappearance. But this is no joyful reunion. Nicholas has come back with one purpose in mind: to hunt down the people who tried to kill him. Consumed by a burning need for vengeance, Nicholas sets out to solve the puzzle of what really happened on the yatch. But as he digs deeper, he realizes that the truth behind his attempted murder is far more complex and sinister than he ever imagined. As Nicholas tries to navigates a future with his new found wife, he must confront the ultimate question: can their love withstand the fiery of his thirst for revenge, or will he find redemption?”

Rebecca Morris, Stuck in an undesirable situation of marrying the guy who gave his heart to her sister. But her father, who thought of her as nothing but contempt, used the situation to his advantage when Ryan Knight proposed to marry his daughter. By using a cheap trick, he finally threw away his disgrace, bounding her life with a guy who loved her sister dearly. Ryan Knight, when left with no choice but to spend his life with a person he doesn't want to, an arousal for revenge to make their lives hell blind him as he swore to break each and every person of the family who deceived him. Starting with his wife who married him knowing that he loves his sister. ...Being ignorant of the fact that all of them are victims of this.....

My husband constantly ignored my pleas in my previous life, giving his salary to his first love despite my objections. After giving birth, I couldn't produce any milk due to prolonged starvation. My son cried desperately from hunger. When I finally managed to buy formula and brought it home, my husband snatched it away to give to his first love. "Vicky's milk supply is low too, and she's a widow. Let's give it to her child first," he insisted. I fought to take it back, but my husband knocked me unconscious. I staggered to look for him when I regained consciousness, only to discover my husband at Victoria Langford's house, putting on diapers for someone else's child. My son had already starved to death then, and out of despair, I followed him in death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back to the moment I first learned of my pregnancy. This time, I chose to terminate the pregnancy and file for divorce.