Azur Lane North Carolina

I dated my younger brother’s best friend, Dylan Lane, for three years. More than once, he told me how much he loathed arranged marriages and how he hated being chained by family interests. However, one night, after another bout of indulgence, he wrapped his arms around me and begged me sweetly to design a wedding ring for his fiancée—someone he had never even met. The smile froze on my face, yet he just said indifferently, “Aren’t people like us all destined to marry for our families' benefit?” Seeing the blood drain from my face, he even chuckled. “Vee, don’t you tell me you're still as naïve as a 20-year-old girl, thinking I would ever marry you? At most, we're just… pillow friends." Later, I agreed to the marriage my family had arranged for me. Dylan showed up on my wedding day, disheveled and red-eyed. He fell to his knees and begged me not to leave. I stood beside my new husband, hand in hand, and smiled faintly as I chuckled. “Didn’t you say people like us were born for arranged marriages? I’m simply doing what you always wanted me to do. Shouldn’t you be happy?”

After I studied and lived in Descensio for five years, I finally graduated and was ready to return to my home country to take over my dad's company. When I arrived at the Sullivan Group building, I took a picture and posted it on my Instagram story with the caption. 'Since you're the man I love most, I'm here to see you immediately after graduation.' Yet, a woman appeared out of nowhere and slapped me as soon as I arrived at the company's lobby. "It's her! She's the hussy! She had seduced my husband back in high school. Now that my husband has become the director, she shamelessly showed up here to flirt with him. So, I want you girls to beat her up. I'll take the blame if anything happens." While the woman was cooking up a story about me seducing Marcus Lane, a director of Sullivan Group, others around simply looked on coldly and judged me. She slashed my limited-edition bag to pieces and smashed the expensive seal I wanted to give my dad. "You're just a gold digger wearing and buying fake luxury goods. It's just a few hundred dollars. I can still afford to pay you." However, little did she know that everything I had was real. Even if she and her director husband worked for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to afford to pay for the damages.

Rashid Zadir, a billionaire CEO and the heir to the throne of Al Zayed, the ever ruthless and possessive Prince. He knows what belongs to him, and yes... Janelle Parker belongs to him. Rashid would make sure he doesn't only take her as his, but break religion to make sure, she sticks to him forever. Rashid suffers untold loathe from his mother and younger brother, they detest him so much, with reasons best known to them Will their marriage be their doom, with both families standing in between their hallway of happy ever after? How mentally and physically strong is he to make sure his marriage and his birthright, doesn't go down the lane? ~~~~~~~~ Khalid always had eyes on Fiona, Rashids' stripper and sex slave, after his bestfriend, Rashid left for Jamaica, he officially claims Fiona as his new sex toy. There had been love between them from the first day she had been auctioned until when an email was sent to Fiona. The outcome has to break her in so many ways, since Khalid has to deny sending it to her. How would their love turn out to be?, Is Khalid ever ready to outgrow his monsters and face the woman he feels for?. Does the secret he has been trying so hard to keep, will it affect the relationship between him and Fiona in a positive way?, Or would she just leave him to dally away in his misery?.

I had just won the Hawthorne Scientific Laureate on the international stage when my father called me back home. "Bring the betrothal gifts to the Hayes family. That childhood engagement should finally be fulfilled." Afraid of getting stuck in traffic, I took my modified motorcycle, carried the national heritage porcelain obtained through generations of the Keane family's military merits, and headed toward their house. Just as I arrived at the community gate, a Porsche suddenly cut across the lane, nearly knocking me over. A heavily made-up woman, Zoey Mercer, stepped out of the car, raised one sharp high heel, and kicked the top box off my motorcycle. "You rode this junk motorcycle yet dared block my way? If you dent my car, your whole family won't be able to afford the compensation!" My heart sank. I quickly opened the case, only to see the entire box of celadon porcelain shattered. "So you’re just some delivery guy. Think this pile of trash is worth even one of my shoes? "You even know whose neighborhood this is? It belongs to Kingshore's Hayes family! My best friend’s family developed this place! Believe it or not, I can have you thrown out right now!" Right then, my fiancee, Lauren Hayes, called me. "Where are you? My friend just messaged me saying there’s a delivery guy causing trouble at the entrance."

Before the company Ruby Lane and I built finally landed a multimillion-dollar funding, she had agreed that we would get married once the deal closed. But when I rushed to the celebration party that night, I saw Ruby kissing the investor, Jack Hunter, in front of everyone. Then, she proudly held up their marriage certificate. Jack took the microphone and said, "To prove I'm serious, I didn't just invest money into the company, I gave myself too! My wife will lead this company to even greater heights!" My colleagues all looked at me, expecting me to cause a scene. Instead, all I did was smile as I clapped. "That's great news! I wish both of you a happy life from now on and hope that the company goes public soon!" The entire room went into an uproar. After the party, Ruby pulled me aside to explain what happened. "Jack throws money at this project like it's nothing to him. He just wants to know what marriage feels like, that's all. Did you really have to act that childishly just now? "Once the company goes public, I'll divorce him. Then, I'll make it up to you by doubling the amount of shares you'll get. You can see the big picture, right?" I smiled and stepped back. "Don't bother. The share price would have crashed. We're done, Ruby."

Adrian Foster once walked away from a life most men would kill to possess—a life of privilege, prestige, and unchallenged influence. He moved within elite circles where power whispered his name, where security convoys shadowed his every step, and where surveillance was the price of importance. But the weight of status became suffocating. The constant scrutiny, the political entanglements, the invisible chains disguised as honor—he grew tired of them all. So he chose disappearance over dominance. Simplicity over spectacle. He stepped away from the throne of influence and allowed the world to believe he had fallen. He married into the Lane family seeking nothing more than quiet peace. Instead, he found humiliation. For three long years, he endured their scorn. He was treated as a burden, a useless son-in-law with no ambition, no backbone, no worth. He was slapped, insulted, dismissed—reduced to something small in a house that never saw his true height. But the Adrian they discarded is not the Adrian who exists. What they saw was a mask. Adrian is operating under a hidden mandate—one far greater than pride or marriage. He left his homeland not out of weakness, but strategy. He buried his name, his power, and his legacy to move unseen. There is an enemy rising in the shadows, a calculated plot designed to destabilize his nation to dust. And to uncover it, he had to disappear. He had to lose himself. Because he will be the man who stands between his homeland and the darkness threatening to consume it.

For five years, Talia Stewart has poured everything into her marriage without a single complaint or regret. She raises their child, devotedly serves her in-laws, and gives her husband, Christian Lane, all the personal space he wants. But her selfless dedication is rewarded with betrayal when Christian starts keeping a mistress. He buys Nancy York cars, gives her an apartment, gets her a job, kisses and embraces her, and even carries her on his back. To win back her straying husband's heart, Talia decides to try for a second child—a boy this time. Initially, she thinks that if Christian is willing to have a second child with her, it means that he still recognizes her as his wife. But the truth is, Christian only wants Talia to bear his children because he fears Nancy might face risks from childbirth. Talia thinks that even if she loses Christian, she'll still have her daughter for company. But the daughter she raises with such care becomes someone else's precious little girl instead. Finally, Talia's heart breaks completely. She terminates the pregnancy and resolves to get a divorce. She wants nothing more to do with either her husband or her daughter. But during the mandatory waiting period before their divorce can be finalized, Christian, who refuses to come home, suddenly corners her in the living room. "Didn't we agree to have a second child?"

Elianna was never meant to survive Qombinia. She was not a choice. Not a guest. She was a bargain. A body sent in silence to buy peace for a kingdom on its knees. At just eighteen, Elianna is exiled cast across the cursed border into a land ruled by monsters and legends. Qombinia, cold and forbidden, hasn’t seen a human woman in decades. And its king? King Drakonios the Dragon King of the North Flame. Ancient. Merciless. Cursed by betrayal. He loathes humans. Their scent. Their voices. Their blood. He asked for nothing. And still, she came. She arrived veiled. Silent. Unyielding. A ghost wrapped in silk. And that made him look. She was meant to remain faceless, nameless, untouched. But he saw her. He should have cast her away. Instead, he married her. She was supposed to stay hidden until he lost interest. But he didn’t. What happens when the king who swore never to touch a human… begins to crave the one sent to be forgotten? And what happens when the girl sent to save her people… starts to burn for the one who could destroy her? She came as a sacrifice. She might leave as a queen. Or not at all.

"Ssshh. You made me cum twice already. I’m not leaving you untouched. I want to taste you, suck you, feel every inch of you deep inside me.” “Fuck,” Valtor growled, a deep velvety rumble that sent a pulse of heat throbbing through my core. “Who the hell taught you to talk like that?” No one. I never dirty-talked with Kallias. These words came purely after the fire Valtor ignited in me. ----- I was the happiest woman alive until my husband and my maid betrayed me in one night. Now I am no longer the good Luna they once expected me to be, but a wounded woman burning with vengeance. I am willing to give anything, do anything, even if it means striking a dangerous bargain with Valtor North, the handsome Rogue King whose reputation makes every Alpha tremble in fear. But fate made its twist again. An unexpected mad attraction rose between me and the man I should hate, the sworn enemy of my kind. The Rogue King. Torn between duty and desire, I face the ultimate battle. Can I survive the storm or will it consume me whole?

Jessie watched Justice North from the far corner of the room and bit her lip. She really wanted to work up the nerve to approach him. He’d been on the news often but he appeared even taller and better-looking in person. Not too many people intimidated her but the man who had been appointed the leader of the New Species Organization by his own people was one of those rare few. She respected strength and courage, something he seemed to have in abundance. She debated the wisdom of having a conversation with him. Justice gave orders to her bosses and held the power to change some of the task-force policies that she didn’t agree with. The chance of finding another opportunity to have a chat with him was slim to none. She wasn’t allowed to attend briefings her team leader held with the tall Species leader. Her opinion was irrelevant to him but the issues were important. She hesitated, considering the ramifications. Tim Oberto would haul her into his office if he found out she’d gone over his head. He’d be his normal loud self and tear her to verbal shreds.