Harry Potter Justin

A love forbidden by rectitude..... Ajuri Daniels had a normal, peaceful life. A top student. Head girl of the Royal Academy. A loving grandmother. Wonderful friends. But things went south on the night of her sixteenth year old birthday, when she decided to take a break from her mundane life and live like harry for just one night. The plan was simple; go out with Lola, have some fun and call it a day. Fate, however, had a different plan for her and was hellbent on executing it. Ajuri ended up capturing the attention of Ben Ezeagu, the hot bad boy who turned out to be not only the Principal's nephew but also someone associated with a tragedy that scarred her family. And worse of all, she falls in love with him.

(First Part Completed✅)When renowned gynecologist, Harry O’Neil, was involved in an accident that took away the best of things that mattered most to him, he willed himself away from light. When June Sandler moved to the big city, she had big dreams, but when she returned to their small town five years later, she returned as a shadow of her old self, only with a certificate and nightmare that haunts her both day and night.These two brilliant yet scarred souls were brought together by fate when June was hired to nurse Harry.How can one heal the other when they both need healing?Can two wrongs make a right?Will these two ever have a place among the stars?”

Ever heard the saying, “There is no secret that won't seek the light.” Nadia and Lyra are daughters born from the illicit affair between Senator Gideon Powell and Elizabeth ginger. Life for these ladies changes when their father dies and they are thrown into the trenches. Their mother is killed leaving the two alone. In order to save herself, Lyra abandons her sister at a child prostitution home disguised as an orphanage and goes to America. Through countless scheming, she ends up married to billionaire Adam Vanhelsing. Years later, Nadia enters are sister's life to take revenge using one of her sister's stepson Justin Vanhelsing, but ends up falling in love with another stepson, Eric Vanhelsing. Peace is lost. Tables are turned. Swords are drawn. Who will remain standing after the war? Will Love prove its power or would the Vanhelsings be destroyed?

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

Justin Antonio Martínez, a wealthy and powerful businessman, the owner of the Martínez Fashion Industry. His arrogance and unrelenting ambition was well known to the prying eyes of the media. As Justin searches for the perfect woman to hire as his wife, he meets Isabella, a woman who unexpectedly challenges the emptiness of his carefully controlled life. ✦✦✦✦ "You’re relentless, wife." "And who’s a good boy?" She teased, tilting her head at me like she was addressing a misbehaving puppy. I smirked but kept my mouth shut. She leaned in closer, her voice softening to a coo. "Is the good boy angry?" That was it. Restraint? Gone. Before I knew it, my hand was at the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened as her breath caught, her face mere inches from mine. "Justin." She whispered, barely audible, her hand gripping mine like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to push me away or pull me closer. "Yes, wife?" I asked, my gaze flicking between her wide eyes and her parted lips. "Justin." She said again, pouting this time, her cheeks turning a shade of red that I couldn’t ignore. "Hmm?" I couldn’t help myself. I leaned in, pressing a quick, firm kiss to her soft lips. The way her eyes widened and her blush deepened—it was priceless. She froze for a moment, like she couldn’t believe what just happened. I released her neck but kept hold of her hand, guiding it downward. "I’ve got your good boy right here." I teased, my voice low as I placed her hand over the hard bulge in my sweatpants. She looked so flustered, so completely off her game. And damn it, she was tempting. Too tempting.

Berita kematian Ayahanda membuat Gaby melangkahkan kakinya kembali ke tanah air. Meski tahun berganti, namun perasaan yang dimiliki Gaby pada Mike—sang ipar tak pernah berubah hingga membuatnya goyah dan kembali hanyut dalam asmara yang kini terlarang baginya. Semakin lama perasaan Gaby semakin tak terbendung meskipun ia tahu, ada sosok Ibu dan saudara tiri yang akan berusaha keras menghancurkan cintanya seperti yang mereka lakukan di masa lalu. Di tengah kebimbangan hatinya, Harry—sang kekasih memintanya kembali. Kini, Gaby berdiri di jembatan dengan dua sisi yang berlawanan. Apakah ia harus kembali pada sang kekasih ataupun mengejar sang ipar—cinta pertamanya.

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

Menjelang hari perkiraaan lahir, pembukuan senjata Keluarga Gumar tiba tiba mengalami kebocoran besar. Petinggi keluarga langsung mengambil keputusan. Mereka menyuruhku, istri pemimpin yang katanya tidak ada kerjaan, pergi sendiri ke gudang senjata untuk melakukan pemeriksaan. Aku kira itu hanya tugas rutin biasa. Tak kusangka, adik angkat suamiku, Mikha, memanfaatkan kesempatan itu untuk meledakkan seluruh gudang senjata. Ledakannya memekakkan telinga dan kobaran api menelan seluruh langit. Aku tertindih di bawah reruntuhan yang roboh, rasa sakit di perutku seperti disayat pisau. Namun, aku tidak menghubungi Justin lewat jalur pribadinya yang berprioritas paling tinggi. Aku malah memilih mengirim sinyal minta tolong kepada ayahku. Karena di kehidupan sebelumnya, pada detik pertama ledakan terjadi, aku menggunakan jalur prioritas itu untuk menghubunginya. Anakku akhirnya selamat. Namun, Mikha hancur tak bersisa dalam ledakan itu. Justin memang berkata tidak menyalahkanku. Dia mengatakan bahwa Mikha hanyalah orang luar, tidak sepenting ahli waris. Dia bahkan menghabiskan sejumlah besar uang untuk mendatangkan ahli kandungan yang menjagaku 24 jam dan menyuruhku tenang menunggu persalinan. Namun, tepat pada hari aku melahirkan. Dia sendiri yang mengunci aku dan anakku di dalam gudang kosong yang disiram bensin, lalu membakar kami hidup-hidup. Sebelum kesadaranku lenyap, lewat kobaran api yang menjulang tinggi, aku melihat wajahnya yang kejam seperti iblis. "Kalau bukan karena kamu sengaja mengulur waktu, Mikha nggak akan mati. Kamu pikir kamu bisa menipuku dengan pura-pura jadi korban tak bersalah? Mimpi!" "Kamu suka bermain api, 'kan? Baik, akan kubiarkan kamu merasakan sendiri keputusasaan terakhir Mikha!" Saat aku membuka mata lagi, aku sudah kembali ke lokasi ledakan gudang senjata itu.

Soy una mujer lobo, con ocho meses de embarazo del cachorro híbrido de mi compañero vampiro. Cuando comenzaron las contracciones, mi compañero vampiro, Justin, me encerró en un ataúd de hielo tallado con runas destinadas a suprimir el parto. Grité. Le supliqué. Y él solo dijo: —Espera. Pero todo esto era por su amor de la infancia. Isolde. La vampira de sangre pura había usado magia oscura de sangre para gestar a su heredero de sangre pura sin haber tenido relaciones. El primer niño vampiro nacido en un milenio recibiría la bendición suprema del Progenitor. Purificaría la línea de sangre. Rompería una maldición que se había estado gestando durante generaciones. —Ese honor le pertenece al niño de Isolde —dijo Justin, con la voz absolutamente gélida—. Ya tienes mi amor, Gracie. Este ataúd solo garantiza que des a luz después que ella. El dolor de las contracciones me desgarraba. Le supliqué que me llevara al Santuario de la Fuente de Sangre. Sin embargo, se inclinó hacia mí con sus dedos fríos sujetando mi barbilla. —Deja de actuar. Debí haberlo visto antes. Tú nunca me amaste. Eras una paria en el mundo de los hombres lobo. Solo querías mi poder y mi título. Estás tan desesperada que pondrías en riesgo a nuestro hijo con tus trucos salvajes de loba, solo para arruinar la bendición de un sangre pura… Eres venenosa. Las lágrimas corrían por mi rostro. Temblaba, mi voz estaba hecha pedazos. —El cachorro ya viene… no puedo detenerlo. Por favor, haré un juramento de sangre. No me importa la bendición. ¡Solo te quiero a ti! Él se burló, con un destello de dolorosa traición en sus ojos. —Si me amaras, no habrías ido corriendo con mi madre. No le habrías envenenado la mente contra Isolde. Volveré después de que ella reciba la bendición. Después de todo, el niño que llevas también es mío. Después de eso, se quedó montando guardia afuera del santuario donde el ritual de Isolde se llevó a cabo. No volvió a pensar en mí. No hasta que vio el halo de la bendición coronar a Isolde. Fue entonces que ordenó a su siervo de sangre que me liberara. Pero la voz del esclavo temblaba de terror. —Mi lord… Lady Gracie y el niño… sus signos de vida… han desaparecido. En ese instante, el mundo de Justin se hizo añicos.

When my husband and I drop by his childhood home for Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law, Melissa Potter, is the only one busying away in the kitchen. Everyone else is on their phones. I've just taken a seat when Melissa begins to lecture me. "What, are you just going to sit your ass down and wait for food to come? Don't you know when to lend a helping hand? Am I supposed to exhaust myself for your sake?" From time to time, she keeps rattling the pots and pans loudly. "I can't believe those with healthy bodies want a 70-year-old like me to serve them! Does anyone here have any conscience?" Feeling a little uneasy, I gave my husband a tiny nudge. "Why don't you help Mom out?" After Melissa hears my suggestion, she gets even more pissed off. Thinking that this is my first Christmas with my in-laws, I don't really want to cause a scene here, so I get up to my feet and help her out. But the moment I enter the kitchen, Melissa delegates all the tasks to me. I endure my fury as much as I can while finishing the Christmas dinner preparations. When I'm about to head back to the dining table and dig in, Melissa suddenly speaks up. "Hold up. We got scores to settle before dinner."