Bakugo In His Hero Costume Novels & Stories

HIS TO DESTROY isn't just another romance story. At the centre of everything is Valentina Cruz, who infiltrates the Torres Cartel under a false identity. Her plan is to avenge her father's death, but all is not as it seems. Lucien Torres, the heir to the empire, is not just the devil's son but is rooted in something darker than crime. Something called The Black Church. But The Black Church is not really a church. It is a cover for the evil perpetrated by the powerful, the government, and various cartels working in the shadows. What started as a quest for revenge is now a race against time to save her loved ones. Will Valentina come out on top or just be another victim of The Black church? Read HIS TO DESTROY to find out!

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

The prophecy was that whoever will mate Sabrina, would emerge as the most powerful man in the universe. She was a direct descendent of the moon goddess. A blessing for wolves to overpower the dragons. Sabrina was 8 when she got promised to the future Alpha King. She had accepted her fate, believing she had no mate. Years passed and as decided, the Alpha king sent a group of people to bring her to the kingdom when she turned 18. But life throws her a curveball when she finds her mate in that group. What's worse, he fails to recognize her as he is wolfless. Her mate is devotedly loyal to his younger brother and the future Alpha King. Sabrina has only 7 days to make him believe that she is his mate as on the 8th day she would be mated to the future Alpha King. Would she be able to convince him that she is his to claim before the Alpha King stakes his claim on her and unleash bloodshed on dragons?

Snow Vans, or rather Snow White as her friends mostly calls her was a twenty-two years old - 5'3 freshly graduated lady. In desperate need of a job to pay off her college debt and move out of her crappy one room apartment then hopefully live a less strenuous life. She started working as a personal secretary at Nets, a company dealing with shares and everything involving it. Founder of Nets, a twenty-five year old Tristan Richardson is an arrogant and emotionally twisted 6'5 man who has everything money can get him, well except peace of mind. Always tormented by nightmares of his past, Tristan wants more than everything in life for his nightmares to cease, but wishes don't always come true, now do they? These two individuals with polar different personalities collides in a not so perfect moment, giving both of them different things to dwell on, instead of how good looking and sexy each of them looked. Lusts stifling the air around them with a strong pull neither of them could resist, leaving them with different emotions deeper than what they thought it was about.With both of them trying to fight off their demons personally, and seemingly like they have no time for any other emotions than lust. Would their demons consume them alive, or would they fight their demons together and maybe birth another stronger and meaningful emotion towards each other?

"I always tell you not to talk with your mouth full," Enzo murmured, towering above me, his fingers digging into the back of my head... Jaden has one plan: pretend to be Enzo's toy long enough to work his escape to Sophia, a girl he thinks he loves. But all plans proves abortive and he finds himself back in the bed of the same man he swears that he hates. The first night with the ruthless Mafia Lord, Enzo, would open Jaden's eyes to his hidden fantasies of being wrecked by Enzo. But even Lust and Love won't be enough for the trouble that's coming...

His beautiful angel was unclothed writhing in bed , in tears, shaking and begging. There was a pillow between her thighs and she was rubbing herself desperately trying to find a release. “fuck” he cursed under his breath…….. Life of Ana was running smoothly with her adopted Uncle and Aunt when god decides to turn her life into more chaotic one. Sometimes it takes one dark night and one look of care, just to gain the interest of the devil unknowingly and unintentionally to sign her fate with tears and helplessness. I saved his life but he took mine. A love story bloomed with a hue of purity and tainted with blood and greed. * darkromance *Explicit content *

I die in the corridor of the private hospital my husband established after being forced to give my heart to his true love. Before my death, my six-year-old son tearfully begs him to save me thrice. The first time, he holds my husband's hand and says I'm coughing up blood. My husband sneers. "Looks like she's learned tricks—she knows how to teach children to lie now." Then, he has his bodyguards kick my son out of the ward. The second time, my son grabs his sleeve and says I'm in so much pain that I'm incoherent. My husband frowns. "It's just a heart transplant. The doctor said she won't die." The bodyguards step forward and drag my son out of the ward again. The third time, my son grovels at my husband's feet and grabs his pants, sobbing and saying that I'm already unconscious. My husband is infuriated. He grabs my son by the neck and throws him out of the ward. "I told you Nadia won't die! I'll throw her and you out of the hospital if you come here and disturb Ruby's rest again!" My son gives his most previous item—a guardian angel pendant—to a nurse to save me. The nurse accepts it and arranges for me to be admitted to the last available ward in the hospital. However, Ruby Sharpe has someone stand before it with her pet dog. She says, "Sorry, kiddo. Your father's worried I'll be bored without my dog, so this ward has been set aside for my dog to stay in."

There's no time for second chances with a guy who humiliated and took everything from you. Instead, just date his uncle. Cassie was in love. She would do anything for Trent, burn the whole world if she had to. But how did he repay her, he cheated on her with her sister. Trent sent her to rock bottom, ruined her image, and when he was done, he divorced her. After his betrayal, Cassie has to start from the ground up. She wants revenge, and when she meets her prince charming, they form an unstoppable team. Will their joint quest for revenge lead to a promising romance?

Wendy Clayton was a mute omega. She was rejected by her mate because he didn't want a weakling as his mate. Wendy was taken to another pack. She got pregnant without her mate's knowledge. Alpha Dax Boston of the Boston Pack couldn't bring himself to accept his mate. He wanted a befitting Luna. He rejected Wendy after mating with her. He locked her father up. Now, he hunts to bring her back. Will he find her? Will Wendy accept her rejected mate? Find out.

I am someone with a strong desire to share every little detail with my lover. The blush of dawn outside the safe house window, a slightly-too-bitter espresso, the new flower shop on the corner. Even if Carlo's shadow just flickered through my mind for a moment, I couldn't stop myself from hitting send. His replies were always brief, but they were instant. I used to think that was just how a cold man like him showed his love. That all changed seven days before the wedding, when I found an AI auto-responder on the burner phone he never let out of his sight. It broke down every sentence I sent, categorizing them and extracting keywords to generate the most perfectly dismissive answers. When I said I missed him, it replied, "Behave." When I said I was scared, it replied, "I'll handle it." When I wanted to argue, it replied, "Be sensible." So, for half a year, the one replying to my messages was never Carlo. Meanwhile, in another chat window, the messages between him and another woman were piled high. From simple good mornings to random midnight thoughts, From secret talks about family business to whether they should take the yacht out on the weekend. I finally understood. Carlo wasn't a cold person. It wasn't that he didn't like to share his life; he just didn't want to share it with me. And I finally decided to make a heartbroken exit from this absurd charade.