Batman Vs Red Hood Movie Novels & Stories

A Supernatural Reverse Harem. MMFMM "We're meant to be, Annabelle. You can fight the mate bond as much as you want, but it doesn't mean that we're going anywhere. We will never give up on trying to makes this work. We have always been yours and you're ours. Forever will be.."

Captured heart “Captured heart” is a gripping romance novel that weaves a tale of love, loyalty, betrayal, power and despair. Betty is the only daughter of a ruthless mafia Lord of the Daga family. The Daga family's succession law prioritizes birthright, where the firstborn child, regardless of gender, inherits leadership although, she has no idea of her identity. She is thrust into a world of danger when her half brother, the current leader of the Daga family discovers her existence. After her father’s ousting and death, Betty becomes the target of her brother’s wrath who seeks to eliminate her to end the division in the family because of her existence and claim the family’s legacy for himself. Mateo, a powerful mafia boss of the Barca Empire who has sworn to protect Betty, thanks to a promise he made long ago but his motives still seems unclear, is he going to keep to his word or he has his own agenda? they find themselves drawn to each other, their hearts beating as one but their love is forbidden. The bear painting is the genesis of the web of events. It is a mysterious work of art created by Betty’s biological father. The painting is not just a piece of art- it’s a symbol of a powerful mafia group. As the story unfolds we see how the bear painting becomes the genesis of everything. The mafia rise to power, power tussle and struggles, Betty’s complicated family history, revealing secrets and her journey into the world of organized crimes. The painting serves as the web that holds the narrative tying together the characters and their motivations. In the world of power struggle and politics, she discovers her fathers legacy is more complicated than she could ever imagine.

After the young officer Edward Shaw took first place in a high-profile shooting exhibition attended by senior officials, his family adopted a rather peculiar tradition. At the annual family banquet, he would perform a blindfolded shooting. Whichever woman's token his bullet struck was taken as a sign that she would become his fiancée. Determined to marry him, I placed the handkerchief I had carefully chosen as close to him as possible. Yet, for three consecutive years, his shots hit nothing at all. I told myself the handkerchief must have been too light, too easy to miss. So each year, I replaced it with something more refined, more eye-catching than before. That illusion lasted until the night before my eighteenth birthday, when I happened to overhear him speaking with a friend at a reception. "Miss Jasmine's handkerchief is right in front. Even blindfolded, you should be able to hit it. How do you keep missing every year?" Edward swirled his glass, his tone casual. "Tracy's still young. The moment she hears I'm getting engaged, she starts crying. "I promised I'd wait until she's a little older. As for Jasmine, she's waited for me all these years. It's not like she's going anywhere." With that, he casually tossed his glass into a metal bucket in the corner. It rang out with a sharp, hollow clang. I lowered my gaze and thought of my younger sister, only a year younger than me. So it had never been about the token. It was about the person who placed it there. In that case, there was no reason for me to keep holding on. After all, my father had already arranged a marriage for me. Three days later, at that same family banquet, I would be formally engaged.

After being kicked out of the house by her homophobic parents, Mattel was forced to support her education, financial needs, and she has sworn to never go back home even if she has everything back there. When she accepted a job offer from Aidan, the girl that she hates and the lesbian twin sister of their academy's queen bee, she realized that the bad girl has a soft side and has reasons as to why she acts the way she is. And, with the time they spent together, they can never get away from the fact that love is assembling between them. What would happen if Mattel's parents decided to take her back in but with something big in return? Will their love be enough to conquer everything? Or would it be the end for both of them?

On the third day of my son, Zeke Murphy's disappearance, I've hacked into the smart AI system belonging to the entire apartment block. All 202 families in this block are locked up in their respective homes thanks to my ministrations. After that, I leave my first text message in the residents' group chat. "My son, Zeke Murphy, is in this very building. From now on, I will expose a family's secret every hour. If I can't find Zeke, all of you will go to hell with me." A CEO of a company with tens of millions of dollars' worth of assets is quick to lash out at me angrily in the group chat. "Have you gone nuts? Your son's disappearance has nothing to do with us! I order you to stop what you're doing immediately!" I type out my second text and attach a screenshot of an encrypted financial statement. "@1502Mr.Cooper, you have 59 minutes left. Here's a friendly reminder to check your overseas bank account. I'd like to see if the tax department is interested in its contents." I know that Zeke is currently staring at a resident on this very block right now.

The impoverished student I had sponsored, Jacob Murphy, had accumulated a massive gambling debt. When the debt collectors had kicked the door open, my childhood sweetheart, Renee Austin, had shoved me forward instead. Her voice was cold and distant. “He’s Jacob Murphy. Take him away.” In the darkness of an underground casino, they tore out my fingernails, then smashed my ribs one by one with an iron rod. When the searing pain arrived, I groveled on the floor like a dog. I was weeping and screaming, without a shred of dignity. Then, they “mercifully” gave me one chance to call for help. Clinging to the last sliver of hope, I called Renee. Her voice on the other end sounded very cruel. “If you hadn’t set him up, how would Jacob have ended up buried in gambling debt? Even if you die at their hands, you deserve it.” The dial tone after she hung up became the last sound in my world. Later, I really did die, just as she had said. However, there was not the slightest trace of a smile on Renee’s face. It was as if she had gone mad. Her eyes were bloodshot as she searched every underground gambling den in the city. ‘Renee, why were you crying for me?’ I wondered.

Following a painful break up with her boyfriend, quiet, shy Christine decides to throw caution to the wind. She goes to the wildest club in all of New York determined to lose herself in the chaos. But the webs of destiny spins a different story. She runs into her ex lover, and desperate to save her face, she made a split-second decision and gets intimate with a stranger, pretending he is her new lover. She never anticipates that she will get captured by his The real shock comes two days later... This stranger wasn't just anyone. He was her boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a hurricane of forbidden attraction and family betrayal and dangers from lovers lurking in the dark. And now there are so many things at stake.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've always known I'm not worthy of Claire. I hope you can understand."

In a world where magic is as old as moonlight and as restless as the sea, three witches are bound by forces beyond their choosing. Selene, a Moon Witch whose visions blur the line between ecstasy and prophecy. Mirra, a Forest Witch with roots tangled deep in the earth’s hidden pulse. Ronan, an Ocean Witch who carries the storms of the deep within his veins. Their lives are drawn together when whispers of a coming fracture threaten to unravel everything they hold sacred. Rivalries must shift into uneasy alliances, and passion proves as dangerous as it is irresistible. For when desire fuels magic, every touch can heal—or burn the world to ash. Lush, sensual, and steeped in elemental power, Fractured is a tale of witches reclaiming their bodies, their magic, and their destiny in a fight where intimacy itself might be the key to survival.

The childs gone. The dreams gone. I've become comfortably numb Valentina Lombardi has been through a lifetime of trauma throughout her years. From her absentee, abusive father who's neglected her all her life to her even more abusive legal guardian who's been the one to traumatize her. A trip to what she sees as her second bedroom, the police station, takes a turn of events with a piece of information she receives that changes everything. Zane Marino, leader of the Marino mafia, and Raul Romano, one of his top men. Dead. The two men who've destroyed her are now out of her life, a miracle to her. Now, she's being thrown into the custody of her eight older brothers she never knew she had. Her biological family. Not to mention, her eldest brother who's now her legal guardian, also happens to be the leader of the Sicilian mafia. Her "father's" pure enemy. What happens when she has to learn to deal with the infamous, ruthless Lombardi brothers, the ones she was raised to hate? Marino through adoption and Lombardi by blood. A dangerous mix. Throw trauma, boys, secrets, and utter chaos into the mix. How will it all play out when her inner demon's come to the surface, making everything unravel right under her two feet?