Eric Theodore Cartman

Lisa Ravenwing is the daughter of the Beta of the Moonstrider Pack as a Beta's daughter she should be loved and respected by the pack but instead she is abused and bullied because the pack thinks she's wolfless little do they know that she does have a wolf but when she turns 18 and finds her mate the future Alpha Eric Moonstrider and he rejects her she leaves and builds her own pack what happens when her old pack requests her new packs aid and they see her will Eric want her back and will she even take him back or will she find someone else

"How do you plead to the death of your mate, Eric?" The Judge's calm voice pierced through my healing heart. I am barely recovering from the trauma of the death of my mate, Eric and they have to do this to me? I wish I wasn't cursed. I wished my mates haven't been dying over the years. Maybe I would have gotten the peaceful life I desired but there was nothing to be done. "Not guilty!" ~~~~~~~~~~~ After losing four mates to the cold hands of death in the past two years, my Pack saw me as a curse and my fate was buried in one word. DEATH!

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

Theodore has been in love with Celeste since before he was even aware about the true meaning of that word. Theo had not left Celeste's side from the day she was born, and each day it got harder and harder to separate the two kids, and one day both of them confessed their love for each other. Theo was possessive and obsessive, the true definition of a hot blooded alpha male. He couldn't imagine his life without his Celeste. The whole pack was sure that they were destined mates, even the two love birds were sure about it. But what if on Theodore's 18th birthday things don't go as planned, how will the two lovers cope with the challenges and pain that will stand in front of them. Will the young lovers be able to stay together? Will they be able to defy the Moon goddess? We all know there's always a price to be paid for love, and in this story the price is unimaginable pain.

When Eric Sutton—my charming CEO husband—found out I handed a million-dollar project to his assistant Vivien Cheney, he figured his three months of radio silence had finally broken me. Suddenly, he's all, "Let's go to Iceland for our honeymoon!" Vivien heard and threw a fit. Threatened to quit. Classic. Eric, who treated her like royalty, freaked out. After three days of begging, he bailed on the trip—said it was for "work"—then handed her my ticket. Later, he shrugged it off. "Romance's petty. Work comes first. You're my wife. You get it, right?" Right. I just stared at Vivien's new post: a couples selfie—cheek to cheek, hands shaped like a heart. I didn't say a word. Just nodded. Eric thought I was finally playing the role: calm, supportive, mature. Promised an even better honeymoon when he got back. Too bad I'd already quit. Too bad he'd already signed the divorce papers. We were done.

My husband of five years, Eric Vale, came home drunk again. As I laid him in our bed, he murmured, “Don’t worry, my love… I’ll take care of you and our baby.” My heart stopped. Baby? We’d been on birth control since the day we married. There was no baby. I shook him lightly. “What are you talking about, Eric?” He blinked at me, confused, then smiled like nothing had happened. “Hey, babe… did I say something?” The next morning, I checked our joint account. Every month, ten thousand dollars had been wired to a woman named Bella Evers. Yesterday, he sent two hundred thousand more—with a note: I can’t wait for our baby to be born. Bella was Eric’s mistress and was now six months pregnant. So I made one call. “Papa,” I told the most feared Don in the South, “I’m getting a divorce.” I glanced at my sleeping husband. “I want him gone. And I want him broke.”

After completing my studies overseas, it's time for me to marry Cynthia Norton, my childhood sweetheart. But on the day I'm supposed to pick up the wedding tuxedo, I see my tuxedo, which is a custom-ordered suit that's worth a million dollars, being worn by Theodore Hasting, the low-income student Cynthia is currently sponsoring. When I demand that the tuxedo be returned, I get called the homewrecker instead. People even mock me for being a boy toy who wants to take the shortcut by clinging to a rich woman. Cynthia tells me Theodore has never experienced wearing a wedding tuxedo before, so she wants me to graciously give him the chance. I like doing charity work the most. Since I can give a million-dollar wedding tuxedo away, I should just give the marriage contract away too. Then again, not anyone can simply accept the marriage contract meant for me, the heir of the Emerson family.

Calista Arden has tried to seduce her husband, Theodore Montclair, for the 999th time, only to fail in consummating her marriage with him as always. Afterward, she calls her older brother, Elijah Arden. "I'm planning on getting a divorce, Elijah." Elijah remains silent for three whole seconds over the line. Finally, he speaks up in a deep, gravelly tone, "I already told you before that it's impossible for you to drill through Theodore's stone-cold heart no matter how hard you try." With reddened eyes, Calista can only chuckle quietly. "Yeah. I'm the overconfident fool here." "Come to Nordland," Elijah says lightly. "There are plenty of hunks here who are as good-looking as Theodore. Since that idiot doesn't know how to cherish my amazing and adorable sister, he can just spend the rest of his life as a devoted man of religion who has no family of his own."

Diperalat dan dianggap remeh oleh Eric Wijaya—tunangannya, Cora Aleyna sangat kecewa dan sakit hati. Dia berniat menghalangi rencana Eric kemenangkan kompetisi dan mendapatkan keuntungan dari desain satu set perhiasan yang dicuri darinya. Namun siapa sangka dalam usahanya mencari seorang sponsor, Reno—CEO misterius yang mensponsorinya adalah orang yang memiliki masa lalu yang rumit dengannya! Dapatkah Cora mengambil kembali haknya yang telah diambil darinya? Lalu bagaimana dengan Reno—sang mantan, yang kembali dalam hidupnya? Dapatkah ia menjalaninya tanpa terjebak pesona pria itu?

After breaking up with his girlfriend, Eric Johnson married a beautiful female CEO to cover his father's $15,000 surgical bill.