Damon Salvatore Rule 34 소설 & 이야기

Half a year after our divorce, my ex-husband became a trending topic online. His current wife, who had just given birth, jumped off a building. When she jumped, she was clutching a printed, 98-page copy of the "Cloves Family Code of Conduct." The reason for her suicide? She couldn’t buy discounted groceries online. A reporter came to interview me and asked, "Excuse me, were you also given the same family rules?"

Everyone called my sister Alessia a prodigy. I was the only one who knew she was a thief. From the day I moved back into the brownstone, she started taking from me. Quietly. Carefully. My designs. My sketches. My drafts. Everything I created would appear under her name before I even had time to finish it. The family stood behind her. Always. My father, Salvatore Lucchese, head of the family, his word law itself, said he believed Alessia. So I became the liar. The plagiarist. The disgrace. They threw me out of the outfit's front shop. Blacklisted me from the industry. Erased my name. Then one of her loyal admirers ran me down in the street. That was the end. Or it should have been. When I opened my eyes again, it was the day before the national jewelry competition. This time, I didn't draw a single line. Let's see what my darling sister delivers… when the well has run dry.

Patricia could not ask for anything more in her life but to fulfill her dream of becoming a doctor. She has beauty, intelligence and perseverance but when their company got buried in debt, she has to save it by getting married to the son of a well-known business tycoon in the country, Callum Teo Velasquez. Callum Teo Velasquez on the other hand was almost perfect in the eyes of women, with his handsome face, good fashion, and richness, many are obsessed with him. Are they able to get the freedom they want or will things become more complicated for them? Or will the blaze be the way for the two of them to land on good terms?

Blood Sisters of the Michael family. The most powerful bloodline of dark witches, one of them sets out to ruin the world by bringing back their father who is a servant of an evil known as the darkness, while the others seek to stop her. Welcome to Weston Hills. A world of Witches and everything in-between.

WOLVES OF NIGHT SHADE PACK BOOK 1 All wolf bloods convene under the full moonlight, which ignites a spark of desire that turns them into werewolves. Night Shade Pack is a haven for all wolf shifters until hounds attack three nights before the crowning ceremony of the next Alpha. The Elders name an Alpha under the moonlight. Logan Kade is next in line for the Alpha of Night Shade Pack, and he's having a wolf pup with the wolf-less she-wolf, Frey Hemming. Logan knows the rules. He cannot mate a wolf-less Luna. He understands that on the night of the wolf moon, the moon goddess tethers wolves to their mate bond. Past the age of twenty-two, a shifter remains without a wolf for the rest of their lives. Frey knows her fate, but she's hoping that the moon goddess grants her heart desires. All she wants is for Logan to feel the mating bond. Little does she know that her yearning would lead to secrets that may make or destroy her future. Secrets that harbor a threat to their love. Will Logan choose the mother of his unborn child regardless of the bond? What will happen if he finds out the truth about Frey and why she doesn't have a wolf?

BOOK ONE: THE O'CONNOR BLOODLINE The blood brothers of the O'Connor family knew that the day of reckoning is descending upon them. After five hundred years of running and hiding, they return to Arcadia Falls with the hope of starting a new life. Protecting their family was their number one priority. But when their ripper brother returns and the Vampire Huntress learns about this unique family, she is left with no choice of slaying them or working with them to vanquish the Vampire King. With no memories of who turned them into vampires, one of the brothers sets out to find their predecessor while an August witch comes to Arcadia Falls to release what they cannot defeat.

For years, Elena Salvatore was the golden girl of the Nightshade Pack. Beautiful, fierce, and deeply in love with the Alpha Heir, Damon Mikaelson, she spent her entire life preparing to rule by his side. Tonight was supposed to be the fairy tale ending—the sacred Full Moon ceremony where their fated mate bond would finally snap into place. But the Moon Goddess plays a brutal game. When the silver bond ignites, it doesn’t anchor Elena to Damon. Instead, it arcs violently across the ceremonial grounds, binding her soul to Klaus Mikaelson—Damon’s scarred, ruthless older brother who was banished to the feral borders years ago. Blinded by humiliation and toxic pride, Damon refuses to accept the Goddess’s choice. Rather than yield, he uses his Alpha command to publicly reject Elena on behalf of the entire pack, framing her as a cursed omen and a traitor. Stripped of her titles, her clothes torn, and her spirit shattered, Elena is banished into the lethal, rogue-infested wilderness—a sacrificial lamb meant to die in the dark. But Elena doesn't die. Hunted by monsters in the deep woods, she is rescued by the one man the world told her to fear: Klaus. The exiled Lycan isn't the mindless beast the pack claimed; he is a silent, lethal force of nature, and his devotion to his true mate is absolute. As Klaus heals her body and soul, their bond awakens an ancient, dormant power inside Elena’s wolf, making her stronger than any Alpha. When Damon realizes the catastrophic mistake he made—he launches a ruthless war to drag her back. But Elena is no longer a submissive pack girl. And Klaus will tear the world apart before he lets anyone touch his bride.

“I was supposed to marry your sister,” Salvatore said, his eyes never leaving hers. “But every time I pictured my future, it was always you standing beside me.” ~~~ The marriage agreement was meant to bring peace between two powerful mafia families. Salvatore Moretti would marry Sofia Russo, the perfect daughter, the perfect bride, and the perfect choice to unite their empires. Everyone agreed. Everyone except Salvatore. For years, he had been obsessed with the wrong sister. Iris Russo was reckless, stubborn, and impossible to control. She spoke her mind, broke every rule, and constantly found herself in trouble. She was also the only woman Salvatore had ever wanted. While the families planned his wedding to Sofia, Salvatore secretly kept watch over Iris. No man lasted long around her. Dates were canceled. Suitors disappeared. Opportunities vanished overnight. Iris never knew why. Until the day of the wedding. As vows are exchanged and old enemies become allies, hidden secrets begin to surface. And when Salvatore finally reveals the truth, Iris discovers something terrifying: The most dangerous man in the city has loved her for years. And he has no intention of letting her go.

L'air du salon de haute couture parisien sentait l'argent et la peur. J'avais attendu six mois pour ma robe de mariée. Maintenant, elle reposait sur les épaules de Sofia Ross, l'influenceuse en vogue et la filleule de mon fiancé mafieux, Vincent Cassio. Le manager du salon transpirait à grosses gouttes, ses yeux allant sans cesse de moi à l'homme installé nonchalamment sur le canapé en velours. Vincent s'est levé. D'un geste désinvolte, il a ajusté un pli de la traîne incrustée de diamants sur Sofia. « Sa première, la semaine prochaine, exige une pièce marquante. Elle l'emprunte. Choisis quelque chose dans la boutique et arrête de faire une scène. » Son ton était froid, sans appel. Sous les lustres de cristal, Sofia s'admirait dans le grand miroir, un sourire triomphant aux lèvres. Je me suis regardée dans ce même miroir, vêtue d'un jean et d'un trench-coat trempé. J'avais l'air d'une touriste égarée. Soudain, toute l'année passée à préparer ce mariage m'a semblé être une mauvaise plaisanterie. Je n'ai pas crié. J'ai juste ressenti le froid. Le vide. J'ai retiré la bague de fiançailles de cinq carats de mon doigt. Elle a heurté la table basse en verre avec un cliquetis sec et définitif. « Tu as raison, Vincent. Je n'ai pas besoin de cette robe de mariée. Ce mariage... je n'en ai pas besoin non plus. »

O ar no salão de alta-costura em Paris tinha cheiro de luxo e tensão. Esperei seis meses pelo meu vestido de noiva. Agora, ele estava no corpo de Sofia Ross — a influenciadora mais comentada do momento e irmã de consideração do meu noivo mafioso, Vincent Cassio. O gerente do salão suava frio, os olhos indo e voltando entre mim e o homem relaxado no sofá de veludo. Vincent Cassio se levantou e ajustou uma dobra da cauda cravejada de diamantes do vestido de Sofia com um gesto casual. — A estreia dela na próxima semana precisa de algo marcante. Ela vai usar. Escolhe algo da loja e para de fazer cena. O tom dele era frio, definitivo. Sob os lustres de cristal, Sofia se admirava no espelho de corpo inteiro, com um sorriso triunfante nos lábios. Olhei para o meu reflexo no mesmo espelho, vestindo jeans e um sobretudo pesado e encharcado. Eu parecia deslocada ali. De repente, todo o último ano de planejamento pareceu uma piada de mau gosto. Eu não gritei. Apenas senti o frio tomar conta de mim, acompanhado por um vazio entorpecente. Tirei o anel de noivado de cinco quilates do dedo. Ele bateu na mesa de centro de vidro com um clique seco. — Você tem razão, Vincent. Eu não preciso desse vestido de noiva. Desse casamento… também não preciso.