Eleanor Chipmunk Costume

Beatrice Blake was overwhelmed with happiness when she finally got pregnant but to her demise, her mate, Ethan Wood, denied the pregnancy. He accused her of getting pregnant out of wedlock despite the humiliation she had faced everyone from the members of the pack. Like accusing her of getting pregnant wasn't enough, she caught her mate having sex with her best friend, Eleanor, who had always been there for her whenever she was abused verbally by the elders of the pack. He rejected her. Unable to handle the rejection, she decided to give up and take her own life. However, she was stopped by an arrogant handsome man who turned out to be her mate, her second chance mate, Dean Anderson. He only accepted her as her mate because he wanted to claim his father's position as the Alpha. Will she be able to make the arrogant Alpha fall her? What if she was never pregnant for who she had always thought she was pregnant for? What if her supposed best friend was the mastermind behind her downfall? How will she deal with them when she finally grow stronger?

She married Cassian Rourke for money. She left him for love—the love he never gave her. Five years of a contract marriage. Five years of hoping proximity would turn into something real. But on their anniversary, when Lyra finally gathered the courage to confess her feelings, she overheard him confessing his to someone else. So she signed the divorce papers, packed her bags, and disappeared with the secret growing inside her. Two years later, she has built a new life. A quiet house. A beautiful daughter with platinum blonde hair and slate-blue eyes. Peace. Until she rents out her spare room to a tattooed grad student with a familiar last name. Luca Rourke. Cassian's half-brother. The family black sheep. And the only person standing between Lyra and the custody battle Cassian is threatening the moment he discovers Eleanor exists. His solution? Marriage. A fake one, of course. But the Rourke family doesn't play fair. And Luca's hiding secrets of his own, secrets that could destroy everything Lyra's fought to protect. Sometimes the greatest danger isn't falling for the wrong brother. It's falling for the right one.

"Flower, you are mine. Mine to hold. Mine to pluck. Mine to scatter. Mine to decorate. You will bloom in my garden and die there as well, if need arises." 'The Vampire's Flower - The Tragically Imperfect yet Perfectly Sweet Love Story Of A Human Assassin and A Vampire King' As a child, Eleanor was always against killing. But, something changed her narrative completely one day. The Murder Of Her Mother. The wrong done that night to her made an unfathomable killer come to birth. The killer who turned the Vampire Kingdom Of Eleneas upside down. Knife. Her way of murdering people shook others to their core as the people as well as the nobles grew terrified of this person. And, their fear led them to the gates of their Tryant Ruler. Daniel. Seeing the reaction of his subjects piqued his curiosity. As he went to search for this killer. Deep in the woods. There she was running after children with an innocent laugh on her lip. Her blonde hair like sunlight fluttering in the air with a smile burning brighter than the sun.  And, in that moment, he knew he found his queen. But, she loathed him. For every wrong and right reason. So when she was forced to marry him. Instead of wearing a white gown like an angel. She walked down the aisle covered in RED!

Brianna Eleanor Garcia, also known as Brii, is not your typical dalagang Pilipina-an independent and strong willed woman who knows how to handle herself. Upon working at the club made exclusively for the billionaires, she met this oblivious man who made his way to Brianna by simply annoying her to simply catch her attention. The man, Prince Dave El-Greco, a hot but arrogant and manipulative bachelor, by all means, wanted to play games with Brianna. He knows that the very first time he laid his eyes on her, he wanted her so badly to the extent of him buying her from the club's bachelorette auction. But then because of Brianna's nature of work, the woman knows how to flip and when to play the El-Greco's card. Eventually, she found out that even if she has a skill in playing man's heart, Prince Dave is irresistibly tough and hard tho, especially when her feelings are now on the line. Will she have the courage to stop it before her heart turns back at her whenever this El-Greco meddles her way of thinking and perception? or will she stand and live to her words by continuing this game that she's already in?

Billionaire heir Alexander Sterling is tired of his mother’s relentless matchmaking with spoiled socialites. In a desperate move to escape, he proposes a contract marriage to Elena Carter, a struggling waitress he met on a drunken night at a restaurant. She sees it as a golden ticket to cover her mom's medical bills, unaware she’s stepping into a life of cold indifference and relentless torment. Bound for three years, their marriage is filled with icy glares and unspoken pain. But in their second year, a mistake leads to an unexpected pregnancy. Fearful of his wrath and threats of Eleanor, Elena hides the truth, enduring his cruelty in silence. As time passes, Alexander begins to feel something he never expected. But pride keeps him from showing it. On the verge of the third year, unable to bear the suffering any longer, Elena disappears, presumed dead. Devastated, Alexander is haunted by regret, not knowing she has survived and given birth to their twins. Years later, fate brings them back together this time, as equals. Wealthy. Independent. A mother of two. Elena is no longer the fragile woman he once controlled. But their reunion is complicated by the arrival of Matteo De Luca, a ruthless Italian billionaire with a vendetta against Alexander and an interest in Elena. With enemies on all sides and unresolved emotions between them, will love conquer all? Or will the past destroy any chance of redemption?

When my Prince shattered our Eternal Blood Vow for the ninety-ninth time, I dragged my drained, broken body to the Tribunal of Vows. "I am here to request the dissolution of my Eternal Blood Vow with the Prince of the Kindred." Ten minutes later, Damien stormed in with Isabella in tow. The Prince of the Kindred strode toward me, his hand shooting out to clamp around my neck before he slammed me against a cold marble pillar. "You'd go so far as to dissolve our vow just because you're jealous of Isabella's promotion? Has the bloodlust driven you completely insane?" My mother Eleanor's voice echoed icily through our bond. "Forging lab results to play the victim, all for his attention. You've always been so deceitful." Tears of blood welled in Isabella's eyes as she tugged on Damien's arm. "I'm so sorry, Seraphina. I never should have accepted this position. Please, stop putting yourself—and the Prince—through this!" I wiped away the tears of blood seeping from my eyes and faced the tribunal official once more. "I no longer have the protection of a clan. So that I may turn to ash in three days, please help me complete the dissolution ceremony."

​"Le jour où ils m'ont tout pris, ils ignoraient que je possédais déjà le monde." ​À Douala, Ngaba n'est qu'une ombre. Un orphelin aux mains calleuses, homme à tout faire pour la dynastie Koffi, l'une des plus riches familles d'Afrique centrale. Méprisé, battu par Marcus Koffi, et humilié quotidiennement par la cruelle Morelle, Ngaba endure l'enfer pour une seule raison : financer l'opération cardiaque de sa mère adoptive. ​Mais la tragédie frappe. Par pure négligence et cruauté, les Koffi laissent mourir sa mère. Alors que Ngaba, brisé, est sur le point d'être jeté à la rue, un convoi de limousines blindées bloque le quartier. Un homme en costume sur mesure s'incline devant lui : « Monsieur Ngaba, la Dynastie d'Ébène vous attend. Votre héritage de 500 milliards de dollars est activé. » ​Du jour au lendemain, l'homme qu'on forçait à laver les voitures devient le propriétaire secret de la banque qui détient les dettes des Koffi. Mais Ngaba ne veut pas d'une revanche rapide. Il veut une destruction méthodique. ​Tout en protégeant Oxane, la seule femme qui l'a regardé avec humanité et qui est désormais vendue comme un trophée aux Koffi, Ngaba infiltre la haute société sous une fausse identité. Entre jets privés, duels de pouvoir à Genève et combats de lutte traditionnelle où sa force brute terrasse ses ennemis, Ngaba entame son ascension. ​Ceux qui l'ont piétiné devront ramper. Car l'Héritier du Trône de Fer ne pardonne jamais.

-Adjugé vendu *** Nash ne comprenait rient , un masque lui recouvrait le visage , Toutefois il y avait des trou au niveau des yeux Elle était entouré de miroir lui renvoyant son propre reflet, elle ne portait que ses sous vetements . Elle se sentait observée , il devait probablement avoir des gens derrière ses vitres . L'homme qui l'avait jettée dans la pièce vint la récupérer il envoya dans une autre piéce où se trouvait deux hommes tout deux en costumes noire l'homme me tenait solidement Sans un mot un des hommes en costume tendit une malette au djihadiste qui l'ouvrit , puis un rictus déforma ses lèvres . Sans un mot de plus il sortit de la pièce . Cameron Dark commevtout les présent dans la pièce d'ailleur a été émerveillé par ce corps parfaitement dessiné et ses yeux vert derrière ce masque qui ajoutait encore plus de mystère a son identité Il venait de claquer pratiquement 50 millions dans l'achat de cette femme -Retire ton masque *** Nash ne comprenait pas un mot de ce qu'il disait , il était en retrait depuis Voyant qu'elle n'obeissait pas il s'approcha énergiquement d'elle prise de peur elle voulu reculer et se retrouva , la les fesse au sol lui debout la regardant de toute sa hauteur , cet homme etait immense , il respirait la peur . Il se pencha vers elle tétanisée elle resta immobile , il lui retira délicatement le masque le laissant voir son visage ........

The story of a cold-hearted and cruel bodyguard -Jack Macario- with a scar on his cheek that still dissolves in his misery. His elegy accompanies the death of his wife since five years ago. Lilyana -his wife- died of a serious illnes after giving birth to a little baby. A deep sense of longing for the figure of his wife made Jack slumped. For the sake of killing time, Jack's daily life is only spent getting drunk. That afternoon, fate once again tried to play with Jack's life which was meaningless. An incident occurred, Jack accidentally bumped into a girl at the crossroads. The girl was named Sharren Watson, the daughter of a noble in England. Sharren was badly injured, and almost died. However, a bit of luck came to Sharren woke up in a hospital with both legs paralyzed. Because of the reason paralyzed the fiance named Robert Chayton decided to leave her. The predicate 'spinster' is now attached to Sharren. Immediately hatred took over Sharren's mind, she intended to take revenge on Jack. However, her heart betrayed, unconciously, Sharren has fallen in love with Jack. Will Jack be able to receive from Sharren, the spinster? Then what about Jack's five-year-old daughter? Meanwhile, since childhood, Eleanor was close to Deasy, the younger sister of the late Lilyana, who also had feelings for Jack.

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and selfless. I expect my future wife to have my back no matter what. “Look at yourself now. You can’t even take care of yourself over something so insignificant! I’m disappointed, Charmaine.” The next day, he posted a picture of himself and his ex-girlfriend on social media. The image’s caption was targeted at me: [You’d better think twice and apologize, Charmaine, or I’ll just date someone else.] I did not apologize. I had had enough of him, so I left the city. Three years later, I saw him again in the lobby of the Financial Tower. I was wearing a heavy onesie costume and sporting a full face of cosplay makeup, while he was wearing an expensive suit and had Isabelle hanging delicately from his arm. He recognized me immediately and laughed. “I knew you never moved on from me, Charmaine! Does it hurt to know I’ll be marrying someone else? “That’s what you’re doing here, right? You’re trying to cosplay as my favorite Marvel character to get my attention. “Maybe I’ll consider taking you back if you kneel and apologize.” I did not deign to reply. I had indeed loved him once upon a time, but today was my son’s birthday, and the cosplay was my surprise for him...