Does Goku Solo Naruto Verse

When the Alpha is murdered and Rogues seize control of the pack, Lyra is terrified. Stuck living underground under metres of ice does not stop the heat of the Full Moon. Nor does it stop leader Declan struggling with his history with the bunker. Declan is trying to prevent chaos and starvation, whilst fighting his wolfs yearning for Lyra. She must be ignored. The servant girl, a tainted daughter of the dead Alpha is off limits. However trapped together, every month soon becomes a passionate torture. Hurt by the past, Lyra refuses to let her guard down, even as her heart melts. Rogues are not meant to be trusted, but could it be the secrets she has hidden that bring the pack down?

Elissa doesn't believe in love. She believes that happiness comes from money. Therefore, even though she has become a billionaire, Elissa still works and has no interest in having a relationship with the opposite sex. At first, everything went smoothly until her father forced her to marry a poor man named Edgar. Elissa refused, but her father threatened her; if she didn't marry Edgar, all of her father's wealth would be donated to social services. Can Elissa maintain her belief that love is just a superstition? Or does Edgar's presence make Elissa believe that happiness does not only come from money?

"What's your name?" He asked, making the managers go shut at once. They followed his gaze and it landed on Mallory. Mallory felt her soul being pierced. Did he just ask for her name? Her Wilder didn't even know her name? "Uh... her name is..." "Let her speak for herself, Arlo" Wilder raised his hand at his cousin who zipped up at once. Then, reluctantly, Mallory muttered: "I'm Mallory Harrington." Wilder said nothing, his gaze on her unreadable. Then, she asked. "Don't you... remember me?" "Am I... supposed to know you?" Wilder asked with an unfeigned doubt. This broke Mallory even more. How can her Wilder not recognize her? Her next breath came raggedly, she had to drop her teary gaze to the floor. "How can you not remember me?" She winced. "We were..." ********** What happens when Mallory goes to work one morning and discovers the new CEO who was the soon-to-be heir to one of the richest companies in the world was her ex-husband who had been missing for seven years? How does she tell him she used to be married to him before he went missing? How does she tell him she was still very much in love with him and wanted him back in her life, even if there was someone else? How does she tell him she had twins at home that looked like him? How does she tell him any of these when he couldn't recognize her and acted very cold towards her? What happened to her Wilder?

Colter Giordano, mi prometido desde hace seis años, heredero de la familia Giordano, recibió una bala por una bailarina llamada Mia. No la recibió por mí. Una bala me atravesó el hombro. La sangre, caliente y pegajosa, me manchó el vestido. Pero mi corazón dolía más. Me preguntó si estaba bien. Solo una vez. Luego se apresuró a llevar a Mia al hospital, dejándome sangrando en el suelo. Al día siguiente, la foto de Mia apareció en mi feed de Instagram. Ahí estaba ella, en una suite de lujo del hospital. Colter se estaba desviviendo por un rasguño en su brazo que apenas se notaba. El pie de foto era de solo dos palabras: [Mi Héroe.] Le di me gusta a la publicación. Luego hice una llamada encriptada. —La oferta de la familia Falcone —dije—. La acepto. Consígueme un avión a Sicilia. Tres días.

Sometimes, we love the Enemy. Or does love create Enemies? A story about two complete opposites who cannot stand one another yet something keeps pulling them together.

This is the darkest kind of story - pull at it and you will bleed. Be ready for consequences. The deeper you read, the harder it will clutch at you. A violent night. Two lives shattered. One child plucked from the river and hidden away. Years of running, of fierce protection, of desperate love that wears the face of a wound. When the disease drags them back to the city that stole everything, the past wakes like a predator. He is a monster wrapped in grief - magnetic, ruthless, and obsessed. She is the woman who saved a life and raised a devil of her own making, unaware that the blood she shields belongs to the man who destroyed her world. He does not know; she does not know. Fate will tell them both.

.Nolan Johnson has loved teasing Lyn Wills for as far as he can remember..He does it just to be seen as fierce by all his friends. He doesn't have a genuine reason which makes him do this do . He rather does it for fun . He loves getting cheap popularity . Almost all the girls fall for him due to his character and good looks that can't be denied by any one who looks at him. Towards the end of the final year in high school, Nolan suddenly feels a change in him. He no longer feels the want to torture Lyn. He tries to put every thing together finding out something strange ...he has developed deep feelings for the girl he has tormented for long. He is conflicted on either to keep his nasty image or pursue the girl that he now loves .Lyn is perplexed by the sudden change in the boy who has only been her nightmare. She can't stop worrying about the fact that he might be planning something bigger for her that might ruin her completely. As he tries to get nearer to her , Lyn does all he can to get away from him just to be safe.

"Don't you think that skirt is short for you?" She says, changing the subject and taking another long hit from her blunt. Since when does she care about my clothing? Besides it's not like it's affecting anyone, so why does it matter? "Um, no. Why do you care anyways?" I ask suspiciously, while looking down at my skirt. It's not even short. "People are looking at you in there, and maybe it's because of what you're wearing," She throws her blunt on the ashtray that she has, and turns her attention on me staring fiercely into my eyes. "Why does it matter? It's not like it's a bad thing." I say, now worried at this point. I don't know what's going through her mind as she comes closer to me, again my back is against the wall beside the balcony railing. "It is a bad thing because it seems everyone in there wants to fuck you, and for some damn reason it's bothering me." Heaven says lowly, barely audible. ----- Hatred. Despite. Mixed feelings. Read to find out about Valentina and Heavens relationship, which starts off as despiteful, then turns into something pure.

She is mine, now. Whether she wants it or not, she belongs to me. "Please... let her go. She is an orphan, have pity on her..." These words resonate in the room, a fragile plea against the unyielding will of a man. But Ariane is not a mere victim. She is a force of nature, a young woman with burning courage, who refuses to bend before anyone, not even before Auracio Ferrari. Auracio. That name makes every soul in the city shudder. A mafia boss, a man with a glacial gaze and undeniable power, whose mere presence commands silence and fear. Yet, in front of Ariane, he falters. She, with her disarming boldness, her eyes full of fire and defiance, does not tremble. She does not flee. She does not submit. She does not yield. No one has ever dared to resist Auracio Ferrari like she does. No one has ever destabilized him to the point of losing his composure and control. He wants her. Not out of simple desire, but from a burning obsession, a visceral need to possess what he cannot have. Ariane will become his. No matter the price to pay, no matter the pain, no matter the time. She belongs to him, body and soul, to him alone. He is ready to do anything for her. To destroy anyone who dares to lay eyes on her, to crush any threat, to break any attempt at escape. "I will kill anyone who shows interest in her." These words are a cruel warning, a promise of blood and fire. Because Ariane is no longer a mere woman. She has become his empire, his weakness and his strength, his hell and ... The fight for her freedom is just beginning..but one thing is certain: she is his, now.

In a world where strength dictates survival, Raenerys was born weak—an insult to her bloodline, a disgrace to her ruthless pack. Overshadowed by her sister, Sera, the Southern Alpha’s fierce and untouchable heir, Raenerys learned early that she would never be more than an afterthought. A burden. A fragile flower destined to wither in the shadow of wolves. But even a weak wolf can dream. When she is forced into an arranged marriage with Nevil, the cold and powerful Alpha of the North—the only man she has ever secretly loved—Raenerys dares to hope. That hope is shattered. Betrayed in the most unforgivable way, she watches her sister take what was meant to be hers. Humiliated, discarded, and heartbroken beyond repair, Raenerys does what no one expects. She runs. And this time, she does not look back. Fleeing into the brutal, lawless West, she sheds her name, her past, and the weakness that once defined her. The girl they called fragile dies in the wild. The monster that rises in her place does not beg, does not break—she burns. With blood on her hands and vengeance in her heart, Raenerys carves a path of destruction, crushing those who once mocked her, razing enemy packs to the ground, and building her own empire from the ashes. They call her the Vicious Conqueror. But power comes at a price. As the past claws its way back, old enemies and former lovers return—some to kill her, others to claim what they once threw away. Now, the question is no longer whether she is strong enough to survive. It is whether she will become the very beast they once feared. A queen of vengeance. A ruler of ruin. A storm of wrath that will either swallow the world… or save it.