Bloody Hell Ron Weasley

Everyone in Ieplad knows Leopoldo Vece, the Don of the Vece family, loves guns but not women—until me. Ten years into our marriage, my adoptive father, Raffaello Conti, lies dying of kidney failure. Leopoldo launches a global hunt for a donor, sparing no expense to save him. He finds her—a young, fragile woman—and spends millions solving her every problem to ensure she is ready for the transplant. On the day of the surgery, she vanishes. I rush to her home in a panic, only to find my husband holding her gently in his arms, soothing her in a soft voice. "If you're afraid of the pain, don't donate then. I'll find another donor." "Is there time?" she asks quietly. "I heard Lucia's adoptive father is at death's door." Leopoldo brushes his hand over her hair, his voice indulgent. "I'll search the world again if I have to. You're still young; this burden isn't yours to carry." As my heart shatters, my phone rings. I answer numbly. The person on the other end of the line says, "Signora Conti, we regret to inform you that Raffaello Conti just passed away. We waited as long as we could for the donor, but his body gave out five minutes ago." I return to the hospital and handle the funeral arrangements alone. After that, I call Marianna D'Andrea, the Don's mother, and say, "I agree to divorce Leopoldo. Please help me disappear."

‘ถ้าต้องการเงินและอยู่ที่นี่ต่อ ขึ้นเตียงกับฉันคืนหนึ่ง’ 'ขอพระเจ้าส่งคุณไปหลุมที่ลึกที่สุด...อาเมน’ สเตฟานจ้องมองข้อความในกระดาษโน้ตอย่างแทบไม่เชื่อสายตา หึ...เจ้าหล่อนกล้ามาก! “พวกมึงหาผู้หญิงไทยคนนี้มาให้กูให้ได้!” …… สเตฟาน แม็คเคนซี่ หรือฟาน วัย 32 ปี ทายาทเจ้าของธุรกิจเงินทุนและหลักทรัพย์ในลาสเวกัส เขาเป็นเจ้าพ่อเงินกู้ทั้งในและนอกระบบที่ทรงอิทธิพล บุคลิกหล่อเข้ม ดุ เอาจริง กินดุ สำหรับเขา... ผู้หญิงคือที่ระบายเท่านั้น! วีรตา รัตนวัลย์ หรือ น้องไวน์ สาวไทยวัย 22 ปี เรียนจบปริญญาตรีด้านการบัญชีและการเงิน แม่ของเธอแต่งงานกับชายอเมริกันเจ้าของผับหรูในลาสเวกัส พาเธอมาอยู่อเมริกาตั้งแต่อายุ 10 ปี เธอจะทำอย่างไรเมื่อโชคชะตาเล่นตลกให้พบกับเจ้าพ่อผู้ทรงอิทธิพลที่เธอแสนเกลียดขี้หน้าและอาชีพของเขา... แต่ดูเหมือนยิ่งหนีจะยิ่งเจอ...ยิ่งต่อต้านยิ่งพ่ายแพ้ต่อพลังอำนาจลึกเร้นที่ค่อยแทรกซึมเข้ามาครอบงำหัวใจของเธอ

Drei Tage nach meinem Tod erhielt mein Verlobter einen Anruf, um meine Leiche zu identifizieren. Er spottete nur: „Sie ist tot, na und? Ruft mich an, wenn sie unter der Erde liegt.“ Die Polizei, ohne andere Optionen, kontaktierte meine Notfallnummer – meinen Jugendfreund. Er lachte gleichgültig: „Wirklich tot? Nicht mein Problem. Verbrennt sie doch oder so..“ Dann tauchte meine Leiche im Internet auf – und plötzlich sahen beide aus wie Geister.

For four years, I worked three jobs to support my husband, Edward Godfrey, while he chased his PhD and battled ALS. And somehow, in all that time, I'd never stepped foot on his campus. Not because I didn't want to. Every time I brought it up, he had some excuse ready. When graduation came, I asked to go to his hooding ceremony. He shut it down fast. "It's just a formality. A bunch of lab nerds. You'd be bored. Once I bring the diploma home, we'll have a candlelight dinner." I didn't argue. Just helped him straighten his doctoral gown. But I couldn't hide how excited I was. So I dressed up. And secretly followed him. Onstage, Edward stood beside his wheelchair, voice thick with emotion. "I want to thank my wife. She stood with me in the lab, even while pregnant, helping me grind out countless precious data points." I froze. My hand pressed against my flat stomach. Cold crept down my spine. For four years, I'd busted myself raw to support his PhD. I went from the girl everyone on campus admired to a fish seller, reeking like seafood every day. Worked so hard I miscarried twice. So who exactly was this "wife" he was thanking?

"Mmmn, Zane” I moaned amidst the heat of passion. The sexual urge was inevitable. “Imagine I’m right in front of you” He sounded soft, s*xy, and seductive. “I can see you shirtless with the s*xy abs you’ve shown me” I imagined his naked figure in front of me. “Good. Now imagine everything you want to do to me. I can also see you with a s*xy red bra on, revealing those juicy b*obs” “Mmmn I can feel your hands on my b*obs” I moaned loudly. A sudden knock on the door disrupted the s*x call that felt almost real, and I was extremely aroused. I disconnected the call to get the door. “Hmmn Finn” I moaned his name coldly, allowing him in. “Hi Rita” He smiled innocently. I stared at him seductively. I saw everything Zane told me to imagine earlier. Naked, hot, and sexy! I drooled, heavily aroused, and engrossed in my dirty imagination. I jumped on innocent Finn, pinned my body against him, and kissed him deeply. Looks like Finn understood the assignment. He didn’t resist; he lifted me in bridal style, laid me on the couch, and yanked off my clothes. ~~ He satisfied my sexual desires and made me feel like a woman. I gave Finn my body, and I didn’t care, but unknowingly, it was the greatest mistake of my life.

Destiny is something written in books, a fictitious fantasy. I’ve always believed that what we do today is one step towards our future. We make our own choice, and we decide on who we will be until I met him—Elijah Valentin. He made me question what I know and what I feel. Just his mere presence messed with my head in more ways than one. The push and pull of emotions, the exhilarating feeling every time we crossed paths, and the gut-wrenching agony in my chest when I saw him with someone else. For the first time in my life, I hoped that the fictitious fantasy was real, that he was my destiny. He stirred my life in beautiful chaos, knocked down the ten-foot wall I built around my heart with just the flick of his fingers. But he also showed me how painful it is to want something that I could never have—him. ~~ "You are bound to me, Rory,” he said, eyes glowing like the silver moon above us. His touch flickered fire under my skin, a frizzling electric shock that stirred the desire inside me. “You are my salvation, but I am the hellfire that will burn your life to ashes.” [Mature Content]

Olivia knew her life was about to change forever when her mom announced her remarriage and her stepbrother turned out to be her high school crush. Dante couldn't believe his luck when the girl he liked in high school walked into his life as his stepsister. It must mean he had a second chance at life. He tried but failed but he wouldn't stop trying. Everything became worse when an ex that wouldn't take no for an answer came into the picture. What can they both do now? Olivia likes him but thinks it's a taboo. How does he convince her to go out with him? How do they get rid of the problems that arose in every forms?

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Después de que la empresa consiguiera el financiamiento, mi esposa, la presidenta Esther Arreola, estaba a punto de hacer pública nuestra relación. Pero Joel Chávez, su excompañero de la universidad, más joven que ella y recién incorporado a la empresa, subió de repente al escenario y, con una sonrisa arrogante, soltó: —Esther, ¿no crees que me estás consintiendo demasiado al hacer público lo nuestro? Esther ni siquiera lo negó. Al contrario, sonrió y de inmediato metió a Joel en uno de los proyectos clave de la empresa para inflarle el currículum. Al instante, todos los empleados presentes rompieron en aplausos y se deshicieron en elogios, como si de verdad fueran la pareja perfecta. Un colega con el que llevaba años trabajando, al ver que yo no decía nada, incluso se inclinó hacia mí y me susurró: —Felipe, ¿no eras buenísimo para quedar bien con todo el mundo? ¿Qué haces ahí parado? Ve y felicítalos. No armé ningún escándalo ni reclamé nada. Simplemente le deslicé a Joel mi credencial de jefe de proyecto y, con una generosidad fingida, dije: —Solo participar en el proyecto es poca cosa para alguien como tú. Mejor quédate con mi puesto de jefe de proyecto. Considéralo mi regalo por haber hecho pública tu relación con Esther.

At the end of the altar stands the groom, the man I’m meant to marry beside the groom stood my mate.