Ron Anderson Twd

As she collapsed to the floor, she swore that Andrei would die at her hand. Eight years later, she reinvented herself and became his assistant. "You put something In my drink?" He asked incredulously. "Yes, I did Andrei. You thought you could kill my father and go scot-free right?. Well, karma is a bitch, isn't it?. You sent my father to jail for a crime he did not commit and he died in prison because of you. Now you know how it feels to lose everything including your life Andrei. "You're wrong Selena. I'm not an opponent that can be killed easily. I rule this game you think you are playing Selena " he hissed darkly. He smirked suddenly. "There's this special clause in my company rules which say if I were to marry anyone who owned shares in my company then their shares become automatically mine, did you forget to read that all the while you worked here" "You must be out of your mind. I will never marry you in this world or the next" she fired hotly. "It's not up to you anymore Selena Martinez, I always get what I want and as you might have noticed, I go the extra mile to get what I fucking want," he whispered darkly...

When I was four months pregnant, my fiance, who was a doctor, left me hanging when we were supposed to get married. This was not the first time; this was the sixteenth time. The first time, his nurse fainted at the sight of blood during an operation, and I waited for him for an entire day at the city hall. The second time, his nurse called, and he left me behind on a viaduct to buy daily necessities for her. Whenever we were about to get married, his nurse would call him for all sorts of problems. The final time was when he told me he was sick. Despite the rain, I rushed to the hospital, only to find that it was his nurse who was sick. He stayed by her side to care for her while he lied to me without batting an eye. At that moment, I began to hate him. I aborted our baby and left. But he chased after me and even traveled out of the country just to apologize.

I slid under his arms, seeking a safe place to catch my breath. I noticed a playful smile on his lips, but I chose to ignore it. "Will the transformation hurt?" I lowered my gaze and whispered. "First, your bones start to break, sending you to the ground," his eyes were closed. "Then, thick fur will grow all over your body. The limb stretching, I think that's the most thrilling part of the pain." The Alpha teased with a flicker of his tongue before continuing. "Next comes the shortening of the snout and the development of sharp claws and fangs." "Will I become irrational?" I covered my mouth, trying to control the knot that had formed in my throat. "How do you control it?" Laughing, he had already reached me and pulled me close, digging his claws not too deeply into my hip, causing a painful moan. "It takes strength, training, and having the goddess on your side, human..." He withdrew his claws, leaving only a long scratch, and returned to my chin, scratching it and collecting a drop of blood. He licked it and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll be here throughout your trial..." "To make sure I die?" With tears in my eyes, I took a few more steps towards his dangerous game, realizing that his breathing was slightly heavier. "You remind me a lot of her," he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. "To ensure your transformation doesn't get out of control and to witness the deity's choice." With more pressure on my forehead, he forced me to take a few steps back in pain.

My best friend and I were thrown into the beast tribe where females were rare and the law was polyandry. Last time, she chose the alluring serpent man as her mate, while I chose the loyal wolf man as mine. Her harem grew, her mate got jealous and caged her underground. My mate cherished me, and when he became chieftain, he placed the tribe at my feet. That was until my best friend shoved me off a cliff. I woke up back to the day of choosing our mates. She claimed my wolf man with a triumphant smile, in return, I simply pointed to the white tiger priest. Being the wife of the chieftain was too small a dream, after all. In a world where females rule, I'll take the throne.

Belle Li was betrayed by her husband Bruce Wang. He stole her family's company, causing her grandfather to commit suicide, killed her parents, and made her uncle disappear. He did it all for vengeance against her grandfather's betrayal. He believed that her grandfather left with the secret formula thus making his company successful in business and finance, while he left his grandfather in a failing business and debt. Due to that he lived a life of misery, poverty, and abuse. Bruce's beautiful wife Belle was just a casualty in his war to get the secret formula. While they were married, she was humiliated, bullied, and tortured by his mistress. She was left with scars on her face, burn marks, whiplash, dried blood, and a starved woman. On her last dying breath, she made a wish to be reborn to correct her mistake. However, the goddess who granted her wish warned her that Bruce is her destiny, and she cannot escape him. If she accepts that fate, she will grant her her wish. Belle, full of rage, anger, resentment, and hatred didn't care. She will deal with him, as long as she can go back and save her family. As her wish is granted, nothing happened like she expected. She was once again under the man whom she hated.

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

คำชี้แจง สำหรับนักอ่านที่มีอายุตั้งแต่ 18 ปีขึ้นไปค่า นิโคลัส คอสต้า หรือเชฟนิค เชฟหนุ่มสุดฮ็อตวัย 33 ปี เขาหนีมารดาไปใช้ชีวิตอิสระที่เกาะอังกฤษเป็นเวลาหลายปี เพื่อเลี่ยงการถูกจับคู่ให้ จีน่า อัสตัน สาวน้อยวัย 25 ปี หญิงสาวอ่อนหวาน ที่ถูกคุณป้าเดเลียจับจองเอาไว้ให้ลูกชายของท่าน

Drei Tage nach meinem Tod erhielt mein Verlobter einen Anruf, um meine Leiche zu identifizieren. Er spottete nur: „Sie ist tot, na und? Ruft mich an, wenn sie unter der Erde liegt.“ Die Polizei, ohne andere Optionen, kontaktierte meine Notfallnummer – meinen Jugendfreund. Er lachte gleichgültig: „Wirklich tot? Nicht mein Problem. Verbrennt sie doch oder so..“ Dann tauchte meine Leiche im Internet auf – und plötzlich sahen beide aus wie Geister.

‘ถ้าต้องการเงินและอยู่ที่นี่ต่อ ขึ้นเตียงกับฉันคืนหนึ่ง’ 'ขอพระเจ้าส่งคุณไปหลุมที่ลึกที่สุด...อาเมน’ สเตฟานจ้องมองข้อความในกระดาษโน้ตอย่างแทบไม่เชื่อสายตา หึ...เจ้าหล่อนกล้ามาก! “พวกมึงหาผู้หญิงไทยคนนี้มาให้กูให้ได้!” …… สเตฟาน แม็คเคนซี่ หรือฟาน วัย 32 ปี ทายาทเจ้าของธุรกิจเงินทุนและหลักทรัพย์ในลาสเวกัส เขาเป็นเจ้าพ่อเงินกู้ทั้งในและนอกระบบที่ทรงอิทธิพล บุคลิกหล่อเข้ม ดุ เอาจริง กินดุ สำหรับเขา... ผู้หญิงคือที่ระบายเท่านั้น! วีรตา รัตนวัลย์ หรือ น้องไวน์ สาวไทยวัย 22 ปี เรียนจบปริญญาตรีด้านการบัญชีและการเงิน แม่ของเธอแต่งงานกับชายอเมริกันเจ้าของผับหรูในลาสเวกัส พาเธอมาอยู่อเมริกาตั้งแต่อายุ 10 ปี เธอจะทำอย่างไรเมื่อโชคชะตาเล่นตลกให้พบกับเจ้าพ่อผู้ทรงอิทธิพลที่เธอแสนเกลียดขี้หน้าและอาชีพของเขา... แต่ดูเหมือนยิ่งหนีจะยิ่งเจอ...ยิ่งต่อต้านยิ่งพ่ายแพ้ต่อพลังอำนาจลึกเร้นที่ค่อยแทรกซึมเข้ามาครอบงำหัวใจของเธอ

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."