Big Time Rush Gif Novels & Stories

I came here on a scholarship. No parents. No safety net. Just brains, bruises, and a shot at a better life. Now they want me on the hockey team? I’ve never even touched a stick. And if I say no—I lose everything. The only thing colder than the rink is how they look at me. The rich girls with their designer skates and perfect smiles. The coach who’d rather pretend I don’t exist. And him—Jaxon Reid, the team’s golden boy, who skates like sin and speaks with his eyes more than his mouth. He thinks I’m a joke. They all do. But I’ve fought for every inch of my life, and I’m not about to back down now. Not when college is the only thing standing between me and going back to nothing. So I’ll lace up. I’ll fall, I’ll bruise, I’ll bleed if I have to. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll learn how to play their game better than they do. Because survival isn’t about being the best. It’s about refusing to lose.

Right before graduation, my roommate waved around a job offer from some overseas company. It had a three-day workweek, with a starting salary of $50,000 a month. It sounded too good to be true, so I warned her it might be a scam. When she struck out on other job leads, I asked my dad to get her a position at his company. She scoffed at the eight-hour days and $6,000 monthly salary, calling it slave labor. Then she went live online, falsely accusing my dad of inappropriate advances and pressuring her to bear him a son. When skeptics questioned her, she swore no woman would lie about her honor. The internet erupted, branding my dad a predator. Our company collapsed under the backlash, leaving us drowning in debt. To spare me, my dad jumped from a rooftop to his death. Devastated, I wandered into traffic and was struck by a truck. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amber got that shady offer.

On Christmas, the company handed out bonus envelopes, and I drew a 24-hour overtime voucher. Meanwhile, the boss took the female workers and my wife to a yacht party to celebrate. So, I calmly lit the Christmas tree and burned the company down. In my previous life, I worked overtime until I was completely exhausted. With a sharp pain in my chest, I called the boss to ask for leave. His tone was cold. “Everyone accepted their Christmas gift. Only you didn’t. “Get lost, then. You’re fired. Just a nobody at the bottom of society, anyway!” Through the phone, I heard my wife’s heavy breathing, one wave after another. “Thomas, ever since I got married, I’ve never had a good life. Today is truly amazing!” “Hahaha, Samantha, you’re really pitiful, married to such a poor loser.” Mocking laughter filled my ears. Rage consumed me, and I died at my desk. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on Christmas Day.

"I've always had my eyes on you. I've been curious to know how you taste." His hands came caressing my lips softly. The only thing I could hear in the dark was the rain, my beating heart, and our breathe. ***** Mirabel, who goes through bullying in college, learns her mother is getting remarried. On a wet night, her mother leaves for a date with her lover, sending her lover's son over to keep Mirabel company. When she opened the door to welcome her stepbrother, Mirabel is shocked to see her crush, Derek, a cool handsome student from her class, standing there. He reveals he's her stepbrother. She doesn't know how to react, but a naughty Derek knows what to do. *How will Mirabel bear this? *Can she stand her crush being her stepbrother?

Isolde never thought her mate would be the one to end her life. Married to Caleb, the ruthless Alpha she thought she could trust, she gave him everything. Her loyalty. Her love. Her future. Until the day he chose power over her and sealed her fate, with the help of the one person she trusted almost as much as him. Talia. Her best friend. Her betrayer. But death was not the end. When Isolde opens her eyes again, she is no longer the broken Luna who died begging for mercy. She remembers everything. Every lie. Every wound. Every moment they chose to destroy her. This time, she rises stronger, colder, and far more dangerous. This time, she takes everything back. And she starts by marrying Caleb’s greatest enemy. Kaelen. Caleb’s cousin. His rival. The Alpha who was always stronger, always better, always a threat. The one man Caleb could never truly defeat. Now Isolde stands at Kaelen’s side as his Luna, no longer a victim but a force to be reckoned with. Kaelen does not look at her with false love or empty promises. He sees her for what she has become, and instead of breaking her, he gives her the power to rise. But Kaelen has secrets of his own. And the deeper Isolde steps into his world, the more she realizes her return was not fate alone. It was something darker. Now, with two Alphas tied to her destiny and betrayal burning in her veins, Isolde is done running from the past. She will reclaim her place. She will take back everything that was stolen from her. And she will make them pay. And Caleb is about to learn exactly why killing her was the worst mistake he ever made.

The story is a mixture of fantasy, a bit of comedy, unconventional romance, and addressing issues that people encounter everyday rolled into one. This ought to leave meaningful lessons about love, one's existence, new beginnings , and dealing with the different nuances of life.

My best friend breaks down and accuses me of skimming family shipments, which cost us billions. Without hesitation, my fiance, Don Scarpa Falcone, points a gun at me. The bullet grazes my ear. He sends me to prison himself, then gets engaged to my best friend instead. Before I'm taken away, the family butler begs him, "You raised her yourself. She's your fiancee. You can't just ruin her life like this!" "Break the rules, and pay in blood," he says, polishing his gun. "As for her future, I'll decide that later." Five years later, I walk out of prison. The entire Falcone family is waiting at the gate with him, as if my freedom were a handout. "Looks like you've learned your lesson. It's time to return and get back to work. Don't do anything stupid again," he says. I ignore him and walk straight to the stretch Lincoln behind him. The door opens. Chris Corleone, the king of the Aurelian underworld, raises his glass to me. "Welcome back, partner."

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

After creating an enormous ruckus at the party thrown by the alliance, Creed had to put a cap on all of his hunting endeavors. Fortunately, the chaos has begun to settle down. The true secrets behind these mysterious holes in space and time, have yet to be discovered. The worlds of Akashic Glitch still patiently awaits for ones who desire the pinnacle of strength. ** This book is a sequel/continuation of my primary work - "Apaurushya". I highly recommend you all to first check that out first, otherwise you will be missing on a lot of context and world building. ~Thanks **

A post asked: "What did it feel like to marry someone you didn’t love?" My husband answered, "No fun in bed at all. Every day, I think about divorce." Owen Clinton’s first love, Luna Dawson, had returned to town, and sparks had reignited between them in secret. Luna, with smug confidence, had urged me to step aside. But I only laughed as I tossed the divorce papers at her. "If you were so capable, you’d get him to sign them. Otherwise, I won't even take you seriously.”