Did Dumbledore Know Snape Was Going To Kill Him Novels & Stories

“Desperation made him marry his cold boss.” By day, Adrian Cole is invisible—a quiet secretary in the ruthless empire of billionaire CEO Alexander Devereux. By night, he becomes someone else entirely. Adrienne—beautiful, untouchable, and dangerously desired. It’s a secret life he created to survive… until the night his worlds collide. Because the man waiting for Adrienne isn’t just any client. It’s his boss. Alexander Devereux doesn’t believe in love—only power, control, and legacy. Pressured into marriage, he needs the perfect wife. A flawless illusion to secure his empire. Instead, he chooses a woman who doesn’t exist. His offer is simple. Become his wife. Play the role. Belong to him. Now Adrian is trapped in a dangerous game—living two lives under one roof. The unnoticed secretary. And the wife his boss can’t stop wanting. But secrets don’t stay buried forever… and when the truth is revealed, it won’t just shatter the lie— It will destroy them both. Because Adrian started this out of desperation. But Alexander? He plays to win.

Amelia had just discovered that she's carrying Alpha Jace's child but she didn't expect her world to shatter in one night. Finding her mate and her friend entangled together in bed, he didn't deny it and didn't apologize. Betrayed, replaced and humilated, Amelia decides to escape the cage she had lived in for two years by leaving the pack. Pregnant and alone, how would she survive? Her freedom led her to a second chance mate while she still struggled to get over the trauma caused by her first. Zayden Briggs. The cold alpha with a dark past everyone fears to talk about. What happens when she meets Zayden? What happens when her first mate, Alpha Jace, comes back trying to reclaim her?

"Say it," Blaze growled, one hand on the wall beside Micah’s head. "I-I don’t want this," Micah breathed, gripping the crucifix in his hand, trembling as Blaze leaned closer" He was an ordained priest, he shouldn't be wanting a man or anyone like this, especially not his brother. "But your body's already sinning," Blaze whispered, fingers brushing his lips. "And I’ll make sure that when next you get on your knees, it'll be for me." ~ Micah Sawyer's dream had always been to become a priest, to serve, to be a vessel of purity in a broken world. But nothing could prepare him for the day he returned to Haloshul and crossed paths with Blaze. His stepbrother. His first sin. The sharp humoured boy who once teased him about his faith in their teenage stages had become a crime boss, a man soaked in danger, tattoos, a ruinous passion and obsession. When Blaze is wounded in a mysterious gang crossfire, he refuses treatment unless Micah comes. That one visit spirals into a kiss that shatters Micah's faith and unearths a hunger he cannot name. As Blaze draws him into a world of seduction, power, and spiritual decay, Micah is forced to confront the aching truth, his emptiness isn't cured by prayer, but by the very man he should be trying very hard to resist. Their entanglement isn't just forbidden, it's taboo.

Hiding from hunters was supposed to be simple, until Ivy transferred to Blackthorn Academy, a school where monsters wear crowns. Her first day ends in disaster when she spills coffee on Karl Draven, the ruthless Alpha Prince she later discovers is her fated mate. And just when she thought things couldn’t get worse, there is Damon Voss, the Vampire who once broke her heart, he's darker and more dangerous than ever. Between a bond she can’t deny, a past she can’t escape, and a secret that could destroy them all, Ivy’s life is spiraling into chaos. Because at Blackthorn, love is a weapon… and one of them will use it to betray her. When the truth comes out, Ivy will learn that sometimes the greatest threat isn’t the monsters hunting you, but the power sleeping inside her.

While Adrian was out negotiating a partnership, Vivian slipped nuts into my food — the one thing she knew I was deathly allergic to. I broke out in blisters all over during the negotiation, making a scene in front of everyone. But Vivian didn't care. She pulled me aside and sneered, "You, Luna, spoiled as you are, just stay there and be a pretty face. Leave the real business to me and Adrian." I lost my temper and slapped her hard across the face. The next second, Adrian appeared in front of Vivian, pulling her into his arms. The look he gave me was pure reproach. "You're the Luna — is this how you treat your own pack members? Vivian didn't do it on purpose. Why are you making her life difficult?" Vivian pressed herself against him, eyes wide and glistening. "Luna, I know I'm clumsy. You're not really going to hold a grudge over something so small, are you?" That night, he didn't come back to our hotel room. I sat on the bed and waited until dawn, tears streaming silently down my face. Through the mate bond, I could feel exactly where he'd been — with Vivian, the entire night. He'd already betrayed me. Numb with heartbreak, I picked up my phone and called Alpha’s father.

"Marry my son, Nathaniel Hargrave and after three years divorce him and leave. You can't have children with him." Nathaniel's mother Jessica said to Ava. Jessica manipulated Ava Collins into a contract marriage with her son who is a Playboy. Blogger and YouTuber Ava Collins is forced into a three-year contract marriage with billionaire playboy Nathaniel Hargrave after her family secretly accepts billions from his cold, manipulative mother to save their failing business. What's worse? Ava must marry Nathaniel despite their mutual hatred. Thrown into a world of power, wealth, and deception, Ava faces more than just a fake marriage. A green flag longtime crush, a stalker, exes, the media and the twisted dynamics of the rich world which threaten to unravel everything. As sparks fly and unexpected feelings grow, Ava must confront the one question she never thought she’d ask: When the three years are up... will she still divorce Nathaniel Hargrave?

Serena Jacobs and I have been entangled with each other for ten years. We thrive in humiliating each other. If she bids for the highlighted item in an auction for her male assistant, then I shall spam gifts for a female influencer on her livestream. If she thrashes my Maserati, I'll just throw away her Louis Vuitton bag. We've filed for a divorce multiple times. All of our friends keep telling us to just get a divorce, and yet we've never truly severed our ties in the end. But after Serena sings a happy birthday song for her assistant, I draft a divorce agreement right away. This leaves Serena feeling confused. "All this over a birthday song?" I nod calmly. "Yup. All this over a birthday song indeed."

Anthony Vitale—my husband’s older brother—was found dead after a fall at one of the family’s private properties on Long Island. He died before the men around him could even call it an accident. My husband, Enzo Vitale, stepped in as head of the family. At the same time, the senior men of the family made the decision for him—Enzo would take responsibility for his brother’s widow. His mother, Donna Victoria Vitale—the one truly running things behind the scenes—made it clear in the study at the estate. “Sophia is alone now,” she said. “You take her in. First, to carry on your brother’s bloodline. Second, to keep her under this family’s protection. This is family law.You don’t get a say.” That night, Enzo held me close, his voice low and soothing. “Elena, I’ll give her one child. That’s it. Once she’s pregnant, I’m done with her. You’re the only one who matters to me.” I believed him. But things didn’t stay that way. At first, he spent one night a month with her. Then it turned into one night a month with me. That was when I knew—he wasn’t mine anymore. The day Sophia announced her pregnancy at the private medical office the Vitales used, Enzo slipped the Vitale heirloom onto her finger—a black onyx signet ring engraved with the Vitale crest. It was the same ring he gave me when we got engaged. And he did it in front of everyone. That was the moment I knew—it was time to walk away.

I'm admitted to the hospital for gastritis, but my boyfriend shoots to his feet after receiving a call. "Chelsea has a fever. I'll go check on her; I'll be right back!" He runs off without waiting for me to say anything and doesn't return for the rest of the night. That night, I see a short clip that Chelsea Calloway has shared. "I'm not afraid of any illness with you by my side." I comment, "He is pretty good at caring for others."

I was five months pregnant when my husband, James Fletcher, allowed his mistress to invade our lives—on the very night of our wedding anniversary. But she didn’t just come to flaunt her presence. She came to take my life. Pregnant and vulnerable, I confronted her, desperately clinging to my dignity. But the fight ended with me tumbling down the staircase, my swollen belly crashing against the cold, hard ground. Blood seeped across the floor, vivid and unrelenting. James only arrived after hearing about his precious mistress’ ordeal. He stood there, staring at the pool of blood, at my broken body. But instead of helping me, he rushed to her side. She had nothing but a few superficial scratches, yet he swept her off to the hospital like she was the one dying. By the time he returned, my child was gone. The doctors barely managed to save me. And what did James do? He struck me in front of everyone, his words sharper than the sting of his hand. "Lisa only wanted to bring you a Christmas gift, and you attacked her out of nowhere! You shameless witch!" “She didn’t force her way in! What nonsense! I gave her the house key ages ago. You just can’t stand that she’s prettier and kinder than you!" “You didn’t just hurt her. You killed my child! You vile, despicable woman. Why couldn’t it have been you instead?” Lisa stood beside him, pretending to comfort him while flashing me a smug, victorious smirk. James’s vicious tirade didn’t stop there. He dragged my name onto the internet, painting me as a monster.