Does All Might Die

“I never betrayed you!” Cassandra’s voice trembled as she spoke. “Not once—not ever—” “Then whose child did you give birth to?” The Alpha, Alaric Drayden, cut in coldly, each word heavy with condemnation. The woman lying weak on the hospital bed flinched at the cruelty in his tone. “Enough. I don’t need your excuses, Cassandra.” Tears streamed down her cheeks, unstoppable. “No, my Alpha. I swear—I never betrayed you—” “I, Alaric Drayden, Alpha of the SilverFang Pack, hereby sever the bond between us. From this moment forward, no tie of fate binds us, Cassandra. I reject you as my Luna for the treachery you’ve committed.” Cassandra shook her head in disbelief, her voice breaking. “No! No! You can’t do this to me, my Alpha!” *** Betrayed by her husband. Stolen from by her own half-sister. Cast out by her pack. That was the fate everyone had wished upon Cassandra Vale, the fallen Luna of SilverFang. But a true wolf never truly dies. Five years later, Cassandra returned—stronger, sharper, her elder blood awakened and ready to shake the entire werewolf world. With the Alpha who once saved her—Orion Caldrex—at her side, she would face the conspiracies of her family, the battle for the Luna throne, and a war between packs that threatened to shatter the balance of power. Betrayal had remade her. Fate demanded her rise. And this time… nothing would stop Cassandra Vale. Not even destroying those who once cast her aside—including Alaric Drayden, her former Alpha. But when every truth finally comes to light…would Alaric still be standing at her side?

Als die Trauung beim Ringtausch angekommen war, zögerte Sven Schneider, mein nomineller Ehemann, das Wort „Ja“ auszusprechen. Nur weil seine erste Liebe, Johanna Schulz, vor einer Stunde plötzlich ihre Trennung öffentlich gemacht hatte – mit einem Foto eines Flugtickets, das eine Stunde später landen würde. Mein Bruder Leon Lorenz trat plötzlich nach vorne und erklärte allen, die Hochzeit werde verschoben. Die beiden spielten perfekt zusammen. Sie ließen mich einfach stehen. Ich wurde zur Lachnummer des Saals. Ich regelte alles mit ruhiger Miene und starrte auf den frisch aktualisierten Instagram-Feed seiner ersten Liebe. Auf dem Foto standen Leon und Sven an ihrer Seite und reichten ihr das Beste, was sie hatten. Mit einem bitteren Lächeln wählte ich die Nummer meiner leiblichen Eltern. „Papa, Mama. Ich komme nach Hause. Ich bin bereit für die arrangierte Heirat der Familie Günther.“

Maddie is an ordinary girl who is almost eighteen years old. She does have a grandmother who is a high priesters in Wicca, but is that so unusual? At breakneck speed Maddie finds herself in the world of Magic, were she also has a difficult task . Can her budding love for Raven handle this? Can she survive in that strange Magical world that co-exists with ours ?

Elara Virelli was born into a family that hated her and treated her as nothing more than a servant. She finally escapes after sleeping with a masked man at her sister's engagement party. She now has a new identity and a son she loves more than anything. Lucien Kòrvac is a powerful mafia Don under the guise of a billionaire CEO. Fate reunites him with an interesting woman he knew years ago, and he discovers he has a son he never knew existed. Now he will stop at nothing to claim and protect him. Now they are enemies in a world where love is luxury and loyalty is fake. Both bound by a child. Will hatred turn to desire, or will their past destroy them both?

Después de la muerte de su amada, Leandro Fuentes me odió durante diez años. Intenté acercarme a él de todas las formas posibles, pero él solo me lanzaba una sonrisa helada. —Si de verdad quieres agradarme... mejor muérete. Aquella frase me atravesó el pecho como una daga. Pero el día que un camión se lanzó contra mí, fue él quien dio su vida para salvarme, muriendo en un charco de sangre. Antes de cerrar los ojos para siempre, me miró profundamente y dijo, con voz entrecortada: —Si tan solo... nunca te hubiera conocido. En el funeral, la madre de Leandro, doña Eugenia, se aferraba a su retrato mientras las lágrimas le nublaban la vista. —¡Yo debí dejarlo estar con Clarisa! ¡Nunca debí forzarlo a casarse contigo! Su padre, don Ernesto, me fulminó con la mirada, y, con la voz cargada de rabia, añadió: —¡Leandro te salvó tres veces! ¡Era un hombre excepcional! ¡¿Por qué no moriste tú en su lugar?! Todos, absolutamente todos, lamentaban que él se hubiera casado conmigo. Incluso yo. Me echaron del funeral como si fuera una ladrona de paz. Sin rumbo, como un alma errante, caminé sin saber a dónde ir. Tres años después, un avance científico rompió las barreras del tiempo: se creó una máquina capaz de llevarnos al pasado. Y yo... yo volví. Esta vez, decidida a no volver a cruzarme con Leandro, a dejar que él y Clarisa estén juntos. Esta vez, haré feliz a todos... aunque eso signifique desaparecer de sus vidas.

"Good can't exist without evil. But what happens when we are neither?" Elliot Harvard has assembled a team of misfits. There’s Bryan, the hot-headed elemental; Classy, who can manipulate matter; and Mello, whose art becomes reality. But among the new recruits living in the secret base, one figure stands apart: Northstar. Silent, brooding, and terrifyingly powerful, Northstar is the host of the Shadowalker—a mythical demon created to destroy life but cursed to protect it. He lives in the gray area between light and darkness, possessing knowledge that predates history. When the squad faces their first real test against a horde of monsters in an abandoned warehouse, things take a deadly turn. With one of their own infected by Dracula and fading fast, the team must rely on Northstar’s dangerous connection to the Null Void. But can they trust a demon who claims to have no emotions for humans? The training is over. The war against the supernatural has begun.

Five years after I mated to Alpha Derek Blackwood, his childhood sweetheart broke her mate bond with another Alpha and returned to our pack. Even worse, I had depleted my life force saving Derek when he was mortally wounded, and now I was dying. In the less than six months I had left to live, I continued to play the role of Derek's good mate. Until I passed away. And Derek, after reading the journal I left behind, completely fell apart.

"Choke on my dick, baby girl," Daddy growled, fisting my hair as he shoved his cock down my throat. "This what you wanted?" he growled. "Your uncle's cock inside you? Fucking you while your parents sleep upstairs?" • She’s young, dripping wet, and utterly fucked the moment they lay eyes on her. In YOURS, DADDIES, one insatiable woman gets claimed hard and without mercy by older, dominant men who know exactly how to break her open and make her beg. These aren’t gentle lovers—they’re rough, experienced daddies who growl “Mine” while pinning her down, stretching her tight holes with thick cocks, and filling her until she’s leaking their cum and screaming their names. From the ruthless CEO who bends her over his desk, spanking her ass red before fucking her throat raw and calling her his perfect little slut… to the tattooed brothers who take turns pounding her in every position, double-penetrating her until she’s a trembling, cum-drenched mess, sobbing “Yes, Daddy, harder.” Every story is packed with filthy daddy kink: choking grips on her throat, praise mixed with degradation (“Such a good girl taking two cocks like a whore”), rough breeding fantasies, light bondage, and group scenes where multiple alphas use her body like their personal toy—edging her, denying her orgasms, then ruining her with explosive releases. No vanilla bullshit here. Just raw, sweat-soaked, pussy-pounding obsession. She gets marked, owned, and ruined in the dirtiest ways possible—left gaping, bruised, and addicted to being their fucktoy. If you can’t handle getting soaked just reading the warnings… walk away now. But if you crave being utterly destroyed by possessive daddies who won’t stop until you’re theirs forever—open wide, baby girl. They’re coming for every hole.

Jung-Hwa est un homme d'une taille et d'une voix d'un grave imposants. Satya quant à elle est une jeune femme d'une gentillesse à couper le souffle. Mais à cause de son attirance pour le jeune homme, Satya ne se rend pas compte que Jung-Hwa lui cache de nombreux secrets. En plus d'être un milliardaire à la tête d'une équipe de voleurs, Jung-Hwa perd tout contrôle face aux ordures de l'espèce humaine se laissant parfois aller au meurtre. Comment réagira Satya quand elle découvrira la vérité? Peut-faire confiance à un meurtrier?

A rogue and a runt. A born and raised alpha. A boy with a secret. And a man bent on changing fate, no matter who gets harmed. ~ "Have you contacted the council about the rogues?" "Yes and they say that rogues don't band together in mass amounts." "Did you tell them about the lack of scents?" I roll my eyes at his question. "Of course I did." "And?" "And they think there's a witch out there causing havoc for the rogues," I scoff. "They said that only a witch could hide a wolf's scent but I can't seem to think of what witch would be out there doing silly experiments that won't benefit them. They'd be better off working with a pack if they had any interest there at all." "I get where they're coming from but this is mass reports across the country," he says pointing to the map. "I've been on the phone with packs all over the country having the same issues. We seem to have a higher concentration as of late," he furrows his brows. "Other packs have been having decreases of these rogues?" He nods. "This past week alone we've had six sightings and it's only Thursday." I feel tension rise behind my eyes as the realization hit me. "It's Celeste, isn't it. . ." (rewrite of Innocent Little Runt