Coriolanus Snow Shirt

Kane knelt in the snow, his desperation evident in the cold wind. "Serena, I can't bear the thought of losing you. I was a fool, but I've changed. Give me a chance to make things right," he pleaded, his voice carrying the weight of regret. Serena, standing tall with an air of indifference, smirked at his vulnerability. "Changed? You're still the same Alpha who rejected his mate. Your chances ended the moment you let me go. I won't waste another breath on you. Goodbye, Kane," she declared, then turned and left, leaving him helpless and regretful. **** Serena, a resilient model, faces the ultimate heartbreak as her sister orchestrates her downfall and sleeps with her boyfriend. Sold as a Slave by her deceithfulf sister into the Snow Wolf Pack, she discovers her mate, Alpha Kane, only to endure rejection and hardship. Pregnant and shattered, she escapes, leaving behind a remorseful Kane. Kane, the cunning Alpha, soon realizes the grave mistake he made in rejecting Serena. Realizing he made a big mistake, Alpha Kane's pain turns into a strong desire to get Serena back, no matter what. But torn between his responsibilities as an Alpha and his yearning for Serena, must confront his past and the deceit that threatens to consume them all. Will he be able to prove his love and worthiness to Serena, or is the bond shattered beyond repair?

This is what we do. We fight, we fuck, and we pretend it's fixed. He rips his shirt over his head, the sound of tearing fabric loud in the silence. And I freeze. My hands, which were reaching for him, stop. There. Coiling over his ribs, wrapping around his side, crawling up toward his heart, is an identical replica of Madilyn’s tattoo. "Charlie," he breathes, but it doesn't sound like his voice. His hands are rough, grabbing my hips. One hand slides, pressing hard against my stomach. No. The baby. My baby.

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It's been one month, one month simula nung mapansin ko na there's something off about me, something's not normal at nag simula lahat after THAT night. "Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!" "One shot! One shot! Woahhhhhh" "Truth or Dare?" "Dare!" "See that handsome guy on the bar counter wearing a black polo shirt? Get his number" "EZ! So easy!" Nag simula sa dare na dapat hihingin ko lang ang number and ended waking up next morning in a bed with a total stranger, BOTH NAKED.

When Seth Gibson told me his legs were crippled and that only snowmelt from a mountain's peak could cure him, I did not hesitate. I scaled the mountainside, climbing over 15,000 feet just to get some snow for him. When I staggered back, bruised and scratched, cradling the snow outside the hospital room, I overheard cruel voices down the corridor. "Seth, today's the deadline. Nevaeh still isn't back. Could she have died up there?" "I heard that the mountain's pretty high. She might have gotten altitude sickness. What a shame! She's already risked herself for Seth ninety-nine times. This was supposed to be the last time before the game ended." "Serves her right! She used to bully Janice, Seth's childhood friend, didn't she?" I saw Seth through the crack in the door. He was standing at the window, his legs perfectly intact, and his expression ice-cold. "Enough," he said flatly. "If she dies, the game ends." I froze in disbelief until it finally sank in. Seth had been pretending all along. A laugh nearly escaped me. What a relief! I could finally get rid of this weight on my shoulders. I pulled out my phone and called his uncle. "I'll marry you," I said.

Have you ever envisioned meeting your soulmate, only to discover that he is actually your greatest enemy? What if fate bound you both together? Will you embrace one another or turn away? Meet Alpha Theo from the Snow White Moon Pack, known as the demon Alpha. At just seven years old, he witnessed the devastating moment when the dragon king burned his parents and pack members before his eyes. The once cheerful, sweet child became a fearsome Alpha, instilling dread in all who crossed his path. He swore vengeance upon all dragons. That was, until fate led him to his promise mate, Ashton. A dragon slave on the verge of execution. "I, Alpha Theophilus Snow, reject you as my mate, you filthy dragon slave!" Ashton collapsed to his knees, blood spilling from his mouth in the wake of the rejection. Clutching his chest in agony, he looked at the demon Alpha with a bitter smile... "I, Ashton Flames, the dragon prince and son of Mathias Flames, acce—" "NOOOO!!!" A resounding voice interrupted, halting Ashton from conceding to the Alpha's rejection. Both Ashton and the demon Alpha's eyes widened in shock as the Dragon Queen appeared before them. "Mother..." Ashton murmured through his tears... Will Ashton go through with the Alpha's rejection? Or will the demon Alpha take back his refusal?

They laughed warmly. Abruptly, the door swung open. A troop of five men around their twenties came in view. They were in black formal suits. Only one attracted her sight. She sucked in her breath, her heart raced, her body trembled. She grasped the bed sheet in her hands. She felt tightness in my chest, her belly ache and dizziness. Last night's memory was standing in front of her in the beautiful shape of him, reality. He took her virginity. She could feel her body on fire. His white shirt was hugging his muscular body, not bulky but regnant. Three buttons of his shirt were unfastened, showing his tattoos on chest and toned body. There was a light wary smile on his face, showing him some kind of Goddess. There were four people behind him, charging their guns at them. She was terrified of him. Was he here for her? What would he do to her? Why didn't he forget last night and let her also forget this mistake. . Liam Rodrigues is a ruthless cold hearted Mafia & Billionaire. He is the illegitimate first child of his father. Although, her stepmom has accepted him and dotted him like her own born. But he strongly doubts it. He never let anyone be near to him. Except his half brothers, who are more real and loyal to him.Roselyn is an orphan, was adopted by a rich family. She was adopted as a toy for the spoiled brat, Isha Pinto. She wanted to chase her dreams and wanted to build school and colleges for orphan children.

The day after I got engaged to my boyfriend, his best friend locked me up. He smiled as he unbuttoned his shirt, stepping closer with each passing moment. "Mich, I'm your true destiny," he said, his voice low and menacing. As I struggled to resist, I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs. When I woke up, all my memories were gone. The handsome stranger standing before me noticed my confusion and kindly offered an explanation. "You're my fiancée, but you cheated on me," he said.

One night. One mistake. One baby. When Ariana storms into a restaurant and slaps the man she swears got her pregnant, she doesn’t expect his girlfriend to dump him on the spot or for him to lift his shirt and prove he’s not the man she spent that night with. He has no tattoo. But his identical twin does. Now, Ariana is carrying the wrong man’s baby… while falling for the one who isn’t the father. Tangled in betrayal, obsession, and a love she never expected, Ariana must decide: Will she fight for the man her heart wants—or be destroyed by the brother who refuses to let her go?

By the time I return home from a business trip, it is past midnight. However, my wife, Celeste Beaumont, isn't home. A man's shirt that isn't mine is lying on the couch. When I call her, she tells me that she's working late at the office. "Whose shirt is it on the couch?" I ask, cutting straight to the point. She playfully scolds, "Who else would it be? It's a gift for you, so hurry up and try it on." I skeptically put it on and immediately feel how tight and uncomfortable it is across my shoulders. "This is an L, babe. I've always worn XL." Celeste runs a clothing company. She's the one who handles all my clothes and even uses my body measurements for her menswear line. There's no way she doesn't know my size. The line goes quiet for half a second before she thoughtfully says, "It's from my new menswear collection. "I had pieces custom-made for you and Felix, so I must've grabbed the wrong piece. I'll swap it tomorrow." A beat later, her voice carries a little sob as she continues, "Babe, I've been so exhausted without you these past few days. I've missed you so much…" It's past midnight. As I listen to the undeniable weariness beneath her affectionate, playful words, my heart aches in distress. I can't help chiding myself for overthinking. However, after hanging up, realization hits me. Her brother, Felix Beaumont, and I are about the same build. He's always worn XL.