Asian Doll King Von

Jayden and Jaden Bruno have been the bosses of The Falcons since they turned twenty. They're twin brothers who have nothing in common, they're popularly known as The Bruno brothers. The Falcons is the largest mafia empire in Mexico, ferocious and home of brutes. It's rare to see two bosses bossing over an empire but theirs is exceptional, along with their underground business, Jayden takes care of their family company in Italy. They fight daily, in fact almost every minute, but they make up as soon as they fight. Jayden is the gentle tiger while Jaden is the hotheaded lion. They're both different, but they love each other still. They take hostage of their enemy's daughter as payback. Jaden gradually falls for their enemy's daughter but stays ignorant.

Adelaide should have died on Selection Night. Instead, the Devil carried her across the veil—bleeding, furious, and burning with magic she shouldn’t possess. They're bonded, like it or not. Her power destabilises his realm. Their desire threatens to consume them both. As Hell twists and reshapes itself around her presence, one truth becomes impossible to ignore: Adelaide isn’t just his chosen. She’s the spark that could remake the underworld… or rule it. If she survives him long enough to claim the crown. ****Excerpt**** Adelaide hung suspended in the Devil’s ropes—breathless, trembling, every inch of her alive with flame. He circled her like a predator savouring the final moment before the kill. But he wasn’t hunting her. He was devouring the sight. “Look at you,” Apollo murmured, touching a glowing fingertip to the curve of her hip. Her body jolted, heat spiralling through her so sharply her vision blurred. “My Little Flame… you burn so beautifully.” The ropes tightened at his silent command, lifting her chest, arching her spine. Her breath broke. Magic crackled between them, alive and ravenous. He dragged a slow trail of fire up her ribs. She shuddered. “Tell me you feel it,” he whispered against her ear. She hated how fast the answer came. “Yes.” His grip closed around her throat—not harsh, but claiming—and her pulse leapt into his palm as if reaching for him. “You deny me with your mouth,” he said, “but your body kneels.” Heat built—pressure, light, something too big for her ribs. “Apollo—please—” “Yes,” he whispered, voice breaking. “Give in.” She did. Her flame erupted in a blinding burst, racing along the ropes, lighting the chamber in gold. Apollo inhaled sharply, awe and hunger twisting his features. “Good girl,” he breathed, ruined by the sight. “Burn for me.”

Since the very first time Hunter Jones laid his eyes on a petite Asian , Mey Wang, he couldn't take his eyes off her. The resident bad boy is willing to duck his nose deep in Harry Potter books and learn every spell known just to get closer to the Potter-head . Mey likes Hunter but not in a romantic way. She thinks they're too different. She's a nerd and he's a bad boy. Of course, there're a lot of books about a bad boy and a nerd falling in and walking to the sunset together but she's not just a nerd, she's also an Asian. Her parents are old-fashioned people, they'd never approve of someone like Hunter. So she tries her best to escape him. But can you really escape ? There's a potion in the spellbook but there's no un- potion, right? QOTD: Don't let fear or insecurity stop you from trying new things. Believe in yourself. Do what you . And most importantly, be kind to others, even if you don't like them. Stacy London. Started: 08.01.18 Completed: 22.02.18

I was New York’s golden girl, the perfect princess. But for three years, I loved a monster, Don Damien Costello. I finally got the courage to propose. And I found him kissing another woman, Sophia Marcelli, the princess of our rival family. "I'm bored with you, my perfect little doll. I need a real queen. Sophia is the only one fit to be by my side." All of New York was talking. Damien Costello had tossed me aside. So I moved on, Found another man. Left my old self behind. We kissed in a cramped elevator. I did something I'd never dared to do. I just never expected the doors to open. And there he was. My ex. Don Damien. His face was pure murder.

An unserem fünften Hochzeitstag schenkte mir Alpha Liam nichts weiter als eine schlichte Schutzmarkierung des Rudels. Noch in derselben Nacht feierte er die Bindungszeremonie mit seiner ersten Liebe, der Wölfin Seraphina. Ich wollte das nicht hinnehmen. Er warf mir vor, unvernünftig zu sein. „Meine Bindung mit Seraphina gilt der Zukunft des Rudels, nicht meinen Gefühlen für sie.“ „Du bist nur ein Mensch. Sollte die Rudelmarkierung dir nicht genügen? Das war deine letzte Bewährungsprobe, Elena, die du nicht bestanden hast.“ Ich drehte mich um und ging. Daraufhin wandte er sich Seraphina zu und machte ihr einen Heiratsantrag. ... Fünf Jahre später trafen wir uns wieder in einem exklusiven Hotel, das vom Alpha-Rat ausgewählt worden war. Sein Rudel stand kurz vor dem Aufstieg zur Elite. Seraphina an seiner Seite trug ein seidenes Gewand in Mondscheinfarbe. Als er mich erblickte, wie ich sandbedeckt knöcheltief im Zierbrunnen des Hotels stand, runzelte er die Stirn. „Elena“, spottete er. „meinen Schutz hast du früher verachtet. Und jetzt sieh dich an. Ich wette, du findest kein einziges Rudel in dieser Stadt, das bereit wäre, einen Menschen aufzunehmen.“ „Und denk bloß nicht, dieses erbärmliche Schauspiel würde mich dazu bringen, dich wieder aufzunehmen.“ Ich beachtete ihn nicht. Der kostbare Mondstein meines Welpen, ein Geschenk, das es am Strand gefunden hatte, war in den Brunnen gefallen. Der Kleine war außer sich, und ich musste sein wertvolles Amulett finden.

His hand fisted in my hair while the silk tie kept my wrists helpless above my head, his voice dark and thick with lust against my neck. “You’re soaking my fucking pants, Celeste—moaning like a needy little wife who wants to be fucked until she forgets her husband’s name. Is that what you want?” I arched into him, breath hitching as the words tumbled out, “Yes, sir.” ___ Celeste Maddox is the picture-perfect political wife, composed, elegant, and utterly unwanted. Behind closed doors, her marriage to golden boy Ethan is a hollow performance: no affection, no passion, just cold smiles and a carefully curated public image. But everything shatters when she walks in on Ethan tangled in the sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken and reckless, Celeste lets herself unravel for one night in the arms of a commanding stranger—someone who touches her like she matters, who makes her ache and moan like she’s never known pleasure before. She never planned to see him again. But fate has other plans because the stranger? He’s Dr. Rowan Wolfe, the couples therapist Ethan hires to fix their broken marriage. Now, every session is torture. Every glance, a spark.And when Ethan stops showing up, Rowan doesn’t stop seeing her. Talking turns to touching. Therapy turns to sin. And Celeste finds herself tied to the bed of the one man who makes her forget every vow she ever made. She swore she’d never cheat. He swore she was only his plaything. They’re both liars. However, some sins are worth every damn consequence.

Am Vorabend unserer siebzehnten Hochzeitsplanung schwor mir mein Mann, der Mafia-Boss, dass die Zeremonie diesmal ungestört bleiben würde. „Diesmal verspreche ich es dir, Vicky.“ Seine Stimme klang ernst. „Ich habe Klara gesagt, dass sie morgen selbst zurechtkommen muss – selbst wenn der Himmel einstürzt.“ Das Baby in meinem Bauch war bereits im fünften Monat. Lorenz und ich waren seit drei Jahren zusammen, ich war im fünften Monat schwanger, und dennoch hatte nicht eine einzige Hochzeit stattgefunden. Denn zuvor hatte er die Hochzeit bereits sechzehn Mal abgesagt. Jedes einzelne Mal wegen seiner Ziehschwester Klara. Beim ersten Mal behauptete sie, Fieber zu haben. Noch im Brautkleid wartete ich die ganze Nacht mit Lorenz im Krankenhaus – nur um festzustellen, dass sie lediglich eine leichte Erkältung hatte. Beim zweiten Mal klagte sie über Herzprobleme. Lorenz ließ mich stehen und rannte zu ihr. In Wahrheit saß sie gemütlich beim Nachmittagstee mit Freundinnen. Beim dritten Mal sagte sie, sie hätte Angst vor dem Gewitter. Mitten im Ehegelübde ließ er mich allein – vor allen Gästen. Aber diesmal war alles anders. Vor drei Tagen war ein Brief aus Nordmark angekommen. Mein Vater, der Don der Familie Delbrück, hatte persönlich eine Einladung zur Rückkehr geschickt. Wenn Lorenz mich zum siebzehnten Mal wegen Klara im Stich lässt, werde ich für immer verschwinden.

Als ich weit entfernt von unserem Territorium von mehreren Abtrünnigen umzingelt war, kontaktierte ich meinen Gefährten, Alpha Luke, per Gedankenverbindung und flehte ihn um Hilfe an. Er lehnte die Verbindung fünfzehn Mal ab und schließlich blockierte er sie sogar vollständig. Am Ende brach ich vor Erschöpfung zusammen und verlor das Bewusstsein, während meine Wölfin vor Verzweiflung heulte. Als ich in der Krankenstation aufwachte, saß Alex, der Anführer eines Werwolfstammes, still neben mir. Er war es gewesen, der meine verzweifelte Gedankenverbindung empfangen hatte. Zehn Minuten später stürmte Luke mit Kristy, seiner sogenannten Adoptivschwester, und unseren Zwillingswelpen im Schlepptau in den Raum. „Hast du dieses ganze Theater etwa nur inszeniert, um Kristy in den Schatten zu stellen? Ist dir eigentlich klar, wie viel Kraft unsere Krieger aufgewendet haben, nur um deine Eitelkeit zu befriedigen? Du bist es wirklich nicht wert, eine Luna zu sein!“ Mein älterer Sohn Chris warf mir einen scharfen Blick zu und spottete: „Wo ist überhaupt deine Wunde, Mama? Du siehst völlig unversehrt aus. Hast du das alles nur vorgetäuscht, um Aufmerksamkeit zu bekommen?“ Mein jüngerer Sohn Collin starrte mich mit enttäuschten Augen an. Er schüttelte langsam den Kopf und flüsterte: „Mama, hast du uns schon wieder angelogen, nur weil wir Kristy mehr mögen?“ Kristy umklammerte Lukes Hand. Ihre Stimme zitterte vor vorgetäuschter Unschuld, und Tränen liefen ihr über die Wangen: „Es tut mir so leid, Christina! Ich werde meinen Geburtstag nicht mehr feiern. Aber bitte hör einfach auf, Luke und den Zwillingen Probleme zu bereiten!“ Dann sah ich zu, wie die vier sich umdrehten und ohne ein weiteres Wort mein Krankenzimmer verließen. Ich wandte mich an Alex und sagte mit eisiger und klarer Stimme: „Dieses Mal habe ich keine Zweifel und werde es auch nicht bedauern. Ich gehe! Ich werde mit dir ins Nordterritorium gehen. Und ich werde meine Worte nicht zurücknehmen.“

Her life was written in stone. A perfect life one she always dreamt of. Everything Cassandra wanted was within reach until one night revealed the love she'd trusted was a lie. Betrayal and deceit from those she trusted the most made every belief she had crash down. What she didn’t expect was to stumble into a stranger's arms, into his bed and wake up married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted; now she can't take it back. One reckless mistake became a wedding vow. Now she’s trapped inside Alaric’s empire of lies. Married to a stranger who knows more than he’s letting on He’s dangerous. He’s charming. And in front of everyone, he claimed her as his . Caught between Sinclair’s obsession, Alaric’s shadowy intentions, and her family’s betrayal, Cassandra doesn’t know if this marriage will be her downfall… or her salvation. ****** "Would you give me your surname or better take mine then? Will you be the lucky man?" I blurted out having no idea of what I was saying. My head was already in the clouds and blinded by his smile. It calmed the storm in my mind. He laughed. Those dark abysses were truly alluring when they sparkled. His fingers grazed my cheeks, wiping off my tears, before cupping them in his callous palms. "If you love my surname so much." A foolish smile graced my lips, oblivious of the fact that he wasn't joking. "You can't back down now, hubby. You just got a wife." I thought I lost everything when I walked away from Sinclair. I never imagined I’d end up as Alaric Von Duvall’s wife.

Before being sold to a 60-year-old man by her parents, Rosalynn Carter quickly made a daring move – selling her virginity to a handsome man to save herself. However, she never expected that the one-night stand would be an ironic twist of fate, dragging her from one hell to another! "I will never love you!" Rosalynn cried, repeatedly punching the chest of the man who held her tightly. The bottom of her eyes were filled with helplessness and fatigue, but he was always the one who could easily bury her in the depths of despair. He traced his lips gently along her delicate face, whispering into her ear with a voice reminiscent of a demon's. "Not loving will turn into love! You have no other choice because your body, your heart, and even your soul—all were bought by me!" He always emphasized that love couldn't exist in their relationship, why was he now forcing her to love him? Was winning the heart of a demon her misfortune or her sin?