Harry Potter Jean Grey Fanfiction

“You’re my first everything, Lacey.” Jonathan’s piercing grey eyes seemed to hold Lacey captive. “My first kiss…The first woman to ever make me feel this way…I love you.” A public divorce from her husband leaves Lacey Thalmes with nothing. When her friends convince her to go to a party to forget her worries, she ends up sharing a steamy kiss with CEO Jonathan Taley. Except Lacey doesn’t find out his identity until two years later, and their re-meeting is not exactly rosy. Cold-hearted Jonathan Taley cares about two things only: his company and his younger brother. That is, until Lacey shows up in his life.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Ember. We know you can’t do without me!” he blurted out with pride, making me smirk. With my head turned halfway to look at him, I assured, “Watch me, Thane!” ***** Ember Stone, an Omega of the Scar Moon pack, is caught between two powerful Alphas. Thane Grey, who rejected her after a misunderstanding and making her lose her unborn baby, and Rowan Night, her ex who now wants revenge after finding out he is mated to her. As secrets come to light and enemies close in, Ember must decide between two dangerous men. Will she choose love, or will the past destroy her?

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

SOLD to the highest bidder. Her body. Her freedom. Her future. Lena Lynx Grey never imagined her life would be reduced to a number on a ruthless auction block. Shackled by a debt she never owed and haunted by a past filled with pain, she’s thrust into the hands of the most dangerous man in the room—Leonardo Castelli, a cold, powerful Mafia lord with secrets buried as deep as his scars. He offers her one way out: a contract marriage. Protection in exchange for obedience. Safety in exchange for silence. Freedom… for a price. But surviving Leo’s world comes with its own kind of torment. She was his bargain, now she's his obsession. In this deadly game of lust and power, love might be the most dangerous deal of all.

"They thought they could kill me. They thought they could bury me alive and forget about me. But I rose from the coffin—a woman with nothing to lose. I am back to take everything from them. They will pay for their sins, and not even death will save them from me." In a desperate attempt to save her dying sister, Camilla Daston was deceived into signing away most of her inheritance. But a tragic twist unfolds when she discovers that her sister was the one behind the betrayal. To reclaim what’s hers, Camilla must enter into a contract marriage with the ruthless billionaire Alexandra Grey There is no price too high for Camilla to pay. She has returned from the grave to stake her claim—not only on her inheritance, but also on the lives of those who wanted her dead.

Cole Grey, the fearsome leader of a powerful werewolf clan, insists that having a mate would weaken him and swore off the idea…until he received a bride – the feisty, rule-breaking Dove Summers.Dove Summers is a curse to her pack. Bullied and ostracized, she finds strength in the Moon Goddess and swears to a life of a priestess, serving the deity. But to save her father’s life, she becomes the unwilling bride of the clan’s leader and enters a new life that forces her to turn her back on the Moon Goddess.While Dove tries to save the souls of the Whispering Moon Pack, she will unknowingly melt the icy heart of her striking husband and discover a passion that she never knew existed. The Alpha's Weakness is created by Noko Simkin, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Le jour de mes seize ans, mes trois frères sont rentrés à la maison avec une fille qui s'appelait Sylviane. Ils m'ont dit que je devais la traiter comme ma famille. Je ne pensais pas que les choses changeraient. Mais quelques années plus tard, tout a changé. Jean, mon plus jeune frère, m'a poussée dans les escaliers pour elle. Adam, l'aîné, qui avait promis de me protéger pour toujours, m'a dit de partir. Je suis donc partie, discrètement. Ils ont cru que je faisais un caprice, alors ils ont emmené Sylviane à l'étranger, sans même prendre la peine de vérifier où je suis allée. Ils ne savaient pas que j'ai signé un contrat qui me liait au plus grand rival de notre famille en devenant leur plus jeune chimiste. Ce contrat, écrit noir sur blanc, stipulait que je ne pourrais plus jamais rentrer chez moi. La nuit où ils ont découvert que j'étais partie pour de bon ? Ils ont craqué, chacun d'entre eux.

Crain McClane semblait avoir pris vie sur la photo. De son T-shirt moulant à son jean usé et ses bottes, jusqu'aux lunettes de soleil qui lui cachaient les yeux… Kelly essaya d'avaler sa salive. Une fois, deux fois. Finalement, elle abandonna et murmura d'une voix rauque : « Monsieur McClane ? » « Oui ? » Il s'arrêta pour la regarder, et Kelly ne put s'empêcher de se demander quelle était la couleur de ses yeux. Marron, peut-être ? Pour s'harmoniser avec l'acajou de ses cheveux et son teint hâlé. Ou bleus ? Un sourcil foncé se leva au-dessus de ses lunettes de soleil à verres miroirs. Une bouffée de chaleur lui monta aux joues. « Euh, Monsieur McClane… » « Nous avons déjà établi qui je suis. La question est : qui êtes-vous ? » « Je m'appelle Kelly Willson. » Il lui adressa un sourire qui fit s'emballer son cœur. Si elle avait su que sa tante allait lui confier cette mission, elle aurait porté autre chose… une armure complète, par exemple.

WARNING: This book contains explicit scenes and very mature content. If you enjoy dark romance with morally grey characters, intense passion and heart-wrenching tension, then, welcome and happy reading! She is in need of a miracle. He is in of need a weapon. The contract was simple. 'You are MINE. Love is FORBIDDEN. Pregnancy is an ABOMINATION.' Yvette Morgan would do anything to save her dying mother. Anything. Even sign her mind, soul and body over to a man she doesn't know. Knox Luther doesn't do feelings. He does strategy. And Yvette— desperate, fierce and unknowingly irresistible, is the perfect instrument for burning his father's world to the ground. The arrangement is never supposed to feel like anything until fire strikes the ice. Whose walls will crack first, and whose will crumble the hardest?"

Soulmates. Everyone, between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, would have the names of their soulmates appear on their left or right wrist in a light grey ink that turned red when you meet them. Should your soulmates die then their name would turn white. *** *** Luca stood staring down at the water below him as he stood on the thick cement railing of the bridge. Looking down at his wrists he traced the names Williams Roswell and Jedidiah Roswell, the names of his soulmates who he had yet to meet. “I’m sorry,” He sobbed. “I can’t do it anymore. You both will be better off without me, you don’t need me… I’m nothing…”. “Goodbye.” He dropped his hands to his sides and took a deep breath then jumped in.