Ash Ketchum Mati

« J'ai besoin de votre aide pour simuler un crash de jet privé, » ai-je dit calmement. « C'est le seul moyen pour moi de quitter Lucas Moreau. » Les gens disaient qu'il avait renoncé au trône de la Mafia pour moi. Ils l'appelaient l'homme qui avait troqué le pouvoir contre l'amour, l'héritier qui avait abandonné le sang et l'or pour épouser une serveuse des bas-fonds. Pendant des années, il a fait croire au monde en notre histoire. Il a bâti des empires à mon nom. Il m'envoyait des roses tous les lundis. Il a déclaré à la presse que j'étais son salut. Mais l'amour ne signifie pas toujours la loyauté. Pendant que je croyais encore à l'éternité, il construisait une seconde maison dans mon dos – une maison remplie de rires, de jouets, et des fils jumeaux qui ont hérité de ses yeux. La nuit où j'ai disparu, son empire a brûlé. Il a ravagé des villes, corrompu des gouvernements, et enterré des hommes vivants pour me retrouver. Mais au moment où il y est parvenu, j'étais déjà partie. Et la femme pour laquelle il était autrefois prêt à mourir ne l'aimait plus assez pour rester en vie.

Luna Baxter and Simon Fulmer have been married for five years. One day, she receives a provocative voice message and intimate photos from Simon's first love. They're sent from his phone, too. "I've only been back in the country for half a year, but he took the bait as soon as I laid it. He's prepared blue fireworks for me tonight, but I don't like the color blue. To avoid wastage, you can have them on your wedding anniversary." Luna and Simon's fifth wedding anniversary comes a month later. She looks out the window at the blue fireworks lighting up the sky. Then, her gaze lands on the empty seat across from her. Simon's first love challenges her again. She sends her a photo of them having a candlelight dinner. Luna doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. She silently signs a divorce agreement and asks Simon's secretary to prepare for a wedding. "What are the bride's and groom's names, Mrs. Fulmer?" "Simon Fulmer and Sophie Sutherland." Seven days later, she flies to Naavi to give them her blessings. She throws them a wedding.

Sienna Calder swore she’d never touch her father’s world—Dorian Ashford, shipping mogul and billionaire king, left her mom to rot while he built his empire. She’s there to curse his grave when he dies, not to claim a dime. But his will traps her, naming her co-heir to his $50 billion legacy alongside Roman Valtieri, the brooding, hard-edged protégé who’s clawed his way into Dorian’s shadow—and now into hers. They’re to run the empire together or lose it all, and Sienna hates him for it: too slick, too close, every look a spark she doesn’t want. Then a letter from Dorian’s cold hand ignites the fire—he was murdered, and Roman’s name’s scratched beside the truth. A silver key and a vial of blood—hers, his—drag her deeper, promising answers locked in Ashford estate.But the walls crash in fast: Ezra Locke, a scarred snake with a grin like a blade, wants that key, and he’ll drown the place to get it. Roman’s her lifeline—gun drawn, hands steady, pulling her from the flood—and she loathes how his touch burns, how his voice steadies her when the water’s at her throat. Caught between rage and a pull she can’t name, Sienna fights the heat growing with every near miss—Roman’s too damn solid, too damn close, and she’s torn between shoving him away and pulling him in. The empire’s crumbling, the cliff’s falling, and Ezra’s not the only shadow circling—something darker watches, waiting. Love’s a gamble when blood’s the stake, and Sienna’s playing with a deck her father rigged. Can she trust Roman’s hands to hold her up, or will the crown they’re fighting for crush them both in its ashes?

After passing through the lowest point in his life, the trash son-in-law has risen. After passing through the lowest point in his life, the trash son-in-law has risen.

Lola always assumed that her and her boyfriend Alpha Tyler were mates. On Tyler's 18th birthday, her world comes crumbling down. Broken hearted, she flees from her pack for an entire year. Tragedy forces Lola to return home where she finds the infamous Alpha Asher in charge. This time around, Lola may actually have a shot at happiness. That is, until she finds out who her mate truly is~~~for updates, aesthetics, and more, follow my ig xendmostmarsx, or my fb at Author Jane Doe!

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

When 19-year-old leukemia patient Rose discovers an urn in her father's basement, she's flipped out from believing the ordinary. Her life would have been perfect if she had left in ignorance of the unknown. Out of her curiosity, she had woken him. Emmett, of history, an ancient werewolf who was said to be the last of the three originals. He possessed a strong black magic that threatened the existence of the werewolves, was drugged by his lover, and was burnt alive by the Alpha of their time. His remains were stored in an urn Civilization had come. The history of Emmett had faded. No one believed in werewolves anymore. But Emmett’s ashes remained locked up in an urn. His urn is passed on from the hands of his lover to her last generation as a special art piece. Rose has six months to live, but she's a fighter; she learns more about Emmett while fighting for her life. She felt like she had a purpose she could fulfill in a short-term life. They both set out on a mission that will reveal the hidden things Rose didn't know of. What could be Rose's fate to live past her limited lifetime? What would happen when Emmett finds out who Kayla, his former lover's last blood is?

She writhing on the sand, her plump, pale body shining in the moonlight, that same intoxicating strawberry milk scent wafting off her in waves. “Please,” she whimpers. She arches her back, her coat sliding down enough to expose her ripe, perfect breasts as she bats her eyelashes up at him. “Please help me.” It’s at that moment that the moonlight shines down on her face just right and Landry feels like his knees are giving out on him.The light glints off her big eyes, so familiar Why this Omega in heat look exactly like the female Alpha he’s fought beside so many times? As the only female alpha, she is strong and brave, and fights alongside alpha King Landry, achieving victory after victory. But one day, she went into heat in front of him ...... When he learns the secret of her disguise as an alpha, will he fulfill his duty to torture her severely? Or will he personally help her ease the pain of her heat?

Di kehidupan sebelumnya, suami dan ibu mertuaku jatuh dari tebing saat memetik jamur di gunung. Aku yang sedang hamil besar mendengar kabar buruk itu langsung pingsan. Karena tak bisa menerima kenyataan, aku melahirkan bayi secara prematur. Setelah beberapa hari koma, seorang tetangga memberitahuku bahwa bayiku kemungkinan tidak selamat dan memintaku untuk melihatnya untuk terakhir kali. Jenazah suami dan ibu mertuaku juga tak ditemukan. Setahun kemudian, keluarga mertuaku mendapat ganti rugi dari proyek pembebasan lahan. Namun, aku yang makan sayuran liar, malah keracunan herbisida dan mendekati ajal. Di saat-saat terakhirku, aku melihat ibu mertua dan suamiku muncul di hadapanku. "Akhirnya kami berhasil menyingkirkanmu. Sekarang menantu dan cucuku bisa masuk ke rumah ini dengan sah." Jane, anak tetangga kami berdiri di sebelah ibu mertuaku, dengan seorang anak laki-laki kecil.

My wife, Alisha West, has always been obsessively frugal. After marrying her, my single guilty pleasure became blowing money on luxury watches—almost like revenge for how absurdly tightfisted she was. By the time our daughter, Elyse Day, turned 7, she had inherited every bit of her mother’s penny-pinching nature. The two of them looked completely out of place in our sprawling mansion. And I loved it. I’d slip into my latest custom-tailored suits and watch them wince at my credit card statements, their expressions twisted in quiet pain. Until one day, lines of floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [This spendthrift idiot is still shopping? Doesn’t he know his wife’s company is about to go bankrupt?] [She’s been drained dry supporting this parasite. Her T-shirt collar is practically worn out from washing. Good thing the financially savvy male lead is about to show up and save her.] [Can’t wait for Alisha to file for divorce and kick this useless freeloader out. Let’s see how he survives fighting stray dogs for scraps under a bridge.] I slammed the limited-edition Richard Mille watch onto the table. Alisha, who was crouched on the floor breaking down delivery boxes for recycling, and Elyse, who was helping stomp them flat, both jumped in shock. A chill ran through me. I lunged forward, snatched the battered cardboard box from Elyse’s hands, and held it tightly against my chest. "No… no more buying. I’m returning this watch. "And these boxes… don’t sell them. I think we might need them someday… to lay out under a bridge when we’re sleeping outside…"