Ben Ten Hero Time Novelas e Histórias

My fated mate, Alpha Kaelen, rejected me seven times. The first time we bonded, he whispered against my ear, his breath hot. “From now on, my soul sings only for you.” But then his first love, the Omega Seraphina, came back for him. And just like that, he rejected me. They shared a mate’s mark from their past. It left her hopelessly addicted to his scent. “I’m sorry,” he’d said. “I have to be with Seraphina. The scent addiction is destroying her. She can’t even shift. Her wolf is weakening.” The first time he rejected me, I slashed a silver dagger across my wrist. I let the blood flow, hoping the pain would make him look at me. It worked. Kaelen was horrified. He left Seraphina for a moment and rushed to my side, holding me, comforting me. The third time, I disguised myself as an ordinary pack wolf. I got an internship at his pack headquarters, just to breathe in the air he breathed. But this time, he looked right through me, as if we were strangers. By the sixth rejection, I had learned how to calmly erase my scent from his suite. I left without a sound. My screams. My surrender. My begging. And what I got in return? Every time he was with her, the full moon would rise, and he’d call me back. Just to play the same sick game all over again. Until now. I heard Seraphina was coming back again. So I handed him the ceremonial dagger myself. He set the date for my return, just like always. He had no idea. This time, I'm the one severing the bond for good. And I am never coming back.

A doomsday blizzard hit just before Christmas. The zombie virus exploded. Our fortress was a top-tier ski resort. Now, it was about to fall. My husband, Ethan, was a former Navy SEAL. Our head of security. He swore his defense system was foolproof. The blizzard knocked out the power. But he’d sent all the backup generator fuel to the summit. Just to light up a Christmas tree for Chloe. He even had a few guards up there with them, throwing a party. In my last life, I fought him. I herded everyone into the last bunker. But Chloe whined. A crowded Christmas was boring, she said. She stormed out of the safe room and ran right into the jaws of the horde. Ethan carved a path through the horde to secure the walls. Then he sat in silence, cradling Chloe’s bones. He pretended he wanted to start over with me. He let me get pregnant with his child. The day I gave birth, he knocked me unconscious and dumped me into a nearby zombie nest. He always rescued me just before I died. He’d inject me with a serum that kept me from turning. Nineteen times, he threw me to the zombies. I died in agony as they tore the flesh from my bones. "If you hadn't sabotaged my defenses," he’d hissed, "if you hadn't crashed our party and led the horde right to us, Chloe would still be alive!" I opened my eyes. I was back. Christmas Eve.

After Reagan found out that she was a product of her mother's teenage indiscretion and her so-called father's reason for her abuse, she went to her boyfriend's house for comfort only to find him sleeping with another girl. With that she ran and ended up at the bus stop where she met a man named Derek. She was enthralled with his beauty and she ended up opening to the stranger's serene face. Derek, however, after hearing her story, decided to help by letting her stay with him. She doesn't want to impose but what else does she have to lose? She had nowhere to go and sure as hell didn't want to go back. She accepted his offer and stayed with him. After two years, she came back. To where the pain started. Reagan will soon find out that Derek was no ordinary man. And when she finds out, she will be thrown into a world that shouldn't exist in real life. Can she take it or should she ran away? More secrets will pop out and her ex boyfriend, has a secret of his own.

"He told me to run. I didn’t listen. Now I can’t escape him… or the curse." On the eve of her eighteenth birthday, Elena Blackthorne should be celebrating the moment every werewolf dreams of — finding her fated mate. But when the bond snaps and she's cruelly rejected in front of her entire pack, her world shatters. Wounded, ashamed, and desperate to feel anything but pain, Elena flees into the forest... and collides with something older than myth. Silas Blackmoor is a rogue with silver eyes, a violent past, and a soul marked by the same bloodline curse Elena unknowingly carries. When her mate rejects her, the Moon Goddess grants her a second chance — and that chance is Silas, the one wolf every pack fears. Now bound to a stranger with a dangerous legacy, Elena is thrust into a world of secrets, ancient rivalries, and a prophecy soaked in blood. The deeper she falls for Silas, the more she begins to question everything she was raised to believe — about her pack, her past, and herself. But love may not be enough to save them. Because some fates were written to burn.

A century ago, the head of the powerful Gilbert family in the capital made a cruel remark: "A woman who can't bear sons is nothing but a hen that lays no eggs." His words provoked forces beyond his understanding, and brought a generational curse upon his bloodline. Since then, every Gilbert man has faced the same fate: on his 30th birthday, he begins to grow feathers and wings... until he fully transforms into a clucking, egg-laying hen. The only way to break the curse? Marry a girl born on a rare, fated date, the Cursebreaker. Both my sister, Ruby Larson, and I were born under that date. In my previous life, Sean Gilbert, the cursed heir to the Gilbert fortune, asked for Ruby's hand in marriage. To protect her, I took her place and married into the Gilbert family myself. However, Ruby thought I had betrayed her for money. She livestreamed her suicide. Sean never forgave me. From that day on, he despised me with everything he had.

A 23 year old writer—journalist, Hans Angelo Gejero is one of the rarest gem living for his attractive innocence. His life changes when he went back to Manila from Canada along with his father. After finally almost an eternity, he has finally got to meet the one and only Miggy Rior. The moment they met, a fire sparked between them. Every time they would see each other, their hearts started rampaging inside their chest. It was unusual than before. Until Miggy can’t resist himself anymore so he grabbed the chance to kiss the lad and do something with him more than just a kiss. Those things they were doing is new to both of them and they didn’t know why they always feel something like that and why they always do that together. Until Hans fell in love with Miggy for his flowery words. He’s now afraid to do things with him for his feelings were attached to the guy who kissed him firstly. He knows that it is dangerous to fall in love with a friend with just the benefits yet he cannot stop himself from loving the gentle guy. His hot lips and presence are what made him more attractive fort he latter. Even if he tried to get rid of him, his heart always looked for only one thing. The one real thing he always asked for, love. One question remained in his mind. “Will this remain just the benefits?”

He told me he wouldn't call. I told him he would. I was right. He pushed me away. I pushed back. He put a gun in my nightstand and a penthouse key in my palm and told me he'd burn the whole city down before he let anyone touch me. "You're playing a dangerous game,Gaby." "I've been playing a dangerous game since the night I sat down at your table." He's a killer. I knew that from the start. The silver hair. The steady hands. The way his body moves before his brain has time to catch up. He's possessive. Ruthless. Cold as the blade he used to carry-until he's not. Until his fingers are in my hair and his mouth is on my throat and every rule he's ever made about keeping people out goes up in smoke. "I can't promise you a future." "Then promise me tonight."

Introduction Scarlett O'Hara, that's her name, 26 years old, a single mother of two kids (twins). Poor and manages to earn a living to take care of her twins together with her her best friend. She finally gets a job at a very big company after years of struggling to get one only to find out the CEO is her EX, the father of her twins. He hates her and he will make her pay, and by that, she has to quench his sexual desires. Will she succumb to this? Scarlett's POV "Since you couldn't help but take a sneaky peep at it, how about I show you a proper view of it and perhaps help you remember how it tastes," He said and my heart skipped a bit and before I could blink, his d1ck was hanging right before my face. "Suck it!" He said in an authoritative voice.

After losing a bet to her adopted younger brother, Peter Conroy, my wife, Ruth Davis, divorced me for the ninth time. I had told her then that if we remarried for a tenth time and divorced again, I would marry someone else. She only laughed and said, “Will, you even donated part of your liver to me. How could you possibly marry anyone else? Besides, apart from me, who would want to marry a broke loser like you?” On the day of our tenth remarriage press conference, Peter left her a key to a beach house and made a bet with her. If she could find him in three hours, he would stay and wish us a lifetime of happiness. The moment Ruth saw the key, her expression turned hesitant. She tore up the remarriage statement and ran off without hesitation. Three hours later, Peter posted a photo on social media. They were lying on a bed in the beach house and admiring the ocean view. I read the caption. [If someone really cares about you, they will cross mountains and seas just to find you.] Without telling Ruth, I withdrew the remarriage application and made a call I had not made in a very long time. “Julienne, is your proposal from back then still valid?” Her voice trembled with barely restrained excitement. “For you, it’ll always be valid.”

Long lost siblings finally reunited and unfold the mystery of an incident from years back and enjoy ultimate internal peace