Does Deku Get His Arms Back

He broke her heart. Now, she’s breaking his pride. After years of being the perfect wife to billionaire heartthrob Ethan Rayne and enduring his countless affairs, Brielle walks away. And this time, she isn’t looking back. Ethan isn’t used to losing, especially not to a woman. Now he’s desperate to win her back… only to realize she’s no longer the naive wife he once controlled. His ego stands in the way. But the biggest threat? Brielle no longer needs him.

After Lessie's wedding anniversary, her marriage crumbled with the reappearance of her husband's ex-girlfriend. All her years of tireless effort to keep the relationship intact felt wasted. Her pleas were completely ignored by him. Left with no choice, she moved far away. Who would have thought that years later, the same ex-husband she once shed tears for would want her back? "I want you back." Now, Lessie’s was left with her own choices: should she return to her ex-husband who wants to win her over or embrace life on her own? Can she ever forgive Freddie for the pain and betrayal he caused? Can the scars of the past truly be erased and forgotten?

When did I stop seeing her as my best friend? Ever since the day we met, I've thought of her as a little sister. She was a girl that needed my protection. But something changed. She grew up, and now, when I look at her, I want to kiss her and make her mine. But I can't. She's my friend and more than that she's my bodyguard. I do not mix business and pleasure.

“So my dear wife, What gift do you want for our first night,” He asked holding my chin. “Please let them go” I whispered in a hoarse voice, the tear rolling down my cheek. “A King never denies his Queen's demand,” He said, wiping my tears with his thump. “Would you” I was shocked he is ready to let my family go. “Yes, My queen” I smiled looking at him. “But baby girl you know if you want something you need to give something back” He smirked. “I don't have anything,” I said. “You have everything I want,” He said, creasing my lips from his thump. “What,” I asked back, Somewhere I know what he wants. “Your virginity,” He said, inserting his thump in my mouth. ******* If you want to know the journey of Ryan's lust for Arina, The dark secrets of Ryan's life and how he going to claim her….and many more Steamy and Suspense of Ryan's life. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental

My name is Lennie Sherman, and I am a python handler. However, I gradually realize that the python doesn't quite like me. Every time we meet, it will always use its tail to hit my private part and then hiss in my face.

Brianna Jones sailed through all forms of torture, pain, betrayals, humiliations, and anything that could easily break a regular person. However, what broke the last straw was her parents' attempt to 'accidentally' abort her unborn child. Thinking she finally escaped it all, the omega found herself in the clutches of Jack Nicholas Burkley, an alpha who detests her to no end. Another round of torture awaited her, but this time around, the omega swore not to suffer in silence. *** You're still the same as before, Brianna. You only accept my offer when you need me. When you don't need me anymore, you will throw me away and have an affair with the likes of my father, just like what you did back— ." "I'm like this because I was raped. And don't you dare call me a cheap slut! I may be a lowly omega, but I'm not a slut. I. am. not. cheap. either"

It started with a glance. A smirk. A touch that lingered too long. He’s the boy they warned me about—inked, broken, addicted to danger. My stepbrother. The walking sin who thrives off chaos and knows exactly how to make a good girl come undone. We were forced into this family. But I was the one who let him into my bed. My head. My heart. He tastes like trouble. Kisses like he owns my soul. And when he tells me I'm his—even if the world burns for it—I believe him. Because I didn't just fall for my stepbrother. I fell into the darkness with him. And now, I don’t want to find the light.

When 28-year-old history graduate Miranda, agrees to tutor her friends 19-year-old son, she is shocked to discover just how attracted she is to him. Miranda tries to resist, but she's finding it more and more difficult. Especially when Josh ends up making the first move.

Cold and proud to all, Beamon Slade, Northarch's strongest Alpha, reserves his gentleness solely for me. Everyone knows that I'm his Luna. But today, his first love is infected with deadly wolfsbane and on the brink of death. He hands me a herbal pill that can seal memories and temporarily remove the mate mark. "Eiro won't last another three days, Swan. "Could you give me three days to fulfill her dream of becoming a Luna through a symbolic marking ceremony? I won't hurt you. This pill temporarily severs the bond and makes you forget me. "When the ceremony ends three days later, take the antidote and you'll remember everything. We'll get back together." Looking at his calm, gentle expression, I silently swallow the pill without hesitation. He has no idea, but I crafted the pill with my own hands. There's no such thing as an antidote. Three days from now, I'll completely forget him. All our embraces, vows, marks, and his past gentleness will vanish with the wind.

In New York’s Upper East Side, there were two heirs. One was a speed-obsessed daredevil dominating the racetracks, the other was a brilliant actuary who controlled the flow of capital. Born into powerful families and polar opposites in temperament, yet they grew up side by side as each other’s only best friend. They had fought over girls and bickered endlessly over racing bets. However, at fifteen, there was one thing they did in perfect unison. They each put on the same roughly carved bronze badge. They were trinkets Mia had idly made during a craft class, marked only by a faint “M” scratched on the back. Back then, Mia was seated in the last row of the classroom. Her background was a complete mystery to everyone. Yet they wore that badge for ten whole years. Whether standing on the F1 podium or locking in billion-dollar trades at the exchange, the cheap little badge on their chests never changed. Until Ella showed up. She was the cherished daughter of a rising conglomerate family. She hand-stitched two gold-thread fabric patches and gifted them to them. The patches looked so ordinary they looked like the kind of trinket you would find three for a dollar at a flea market. And yet, they both replaced their bronze badges with her plain patches. Mia did not say anything. She simply folded away an old newspaper clipping with a photo of the three of them smiling together. That night, she called her father in Sicily. Her voice was emotionless. “Papa, I accept the marriage arrangement.”