Romans & histoires How Does Black Butler End

Eloïse Woods, who adheres to her mom's footsteps in becoming an Ankara fashion designer, Meets the elegant embodiment of a telenovela model. Like water to a dying plant is this mysterious man to a desiccating heart. Eloïse breaks the suffocating chains of her dad's guidance as she plunges into the arms of the first man she decides to donate her heart to. A building begins to crumble, Fingers are pointed, Someone is used, A heart is broken. Can every broken heart really be mended? Romance/Mystery

“What … What are you?” Noah asked, voice cracked, eyes wide as the cold breeze grazed his skin. Before him was Liam, his best friend, in his werewolf form. ******* Liam Rayne has loved his best friend for years, unfortunately, his best friend — Noah Carter, isn't gay, hates rich people and can never know Liam's biggest secret. Liam isn't just a college student, he is the future Alpha of one of the most powerful werewolf packs in New orleans and Noah is his mate. So Liam does the only thing he can do —stay close to Noah, stay quiet and pretend friendship is enough but when a theatre role forces them to play lovers on stage, control eludes him because the more Noah stares at him, the more his wolf claws to the surface.

He’s loved her since the 5th grade. She beat up his bullies, slapped his fears, and owned his heart—but never seemed to notice. Or did she? Punit Soni, a sensitive, lanky teen with big dreams and stage fright, has been hopelessly in love with his fierce, guitar-wielding best friend, Ankita Agarwal, for years. She's bold, brilliant, and has no clue how deeply she means to him—or so he thinks. From school fests to slapstick disasters, broken guitars to broken hearts, their bond survives every misunderstanding. But can friendship survive unspoken love?

"Do you know how lucky you are?" he answered her question with his own. His voice was low and husky as he leaned his face closer, teasing her. Her breathing hitched and she tiptoed as if it could help avoid his hot breath. "What do you mean?" she tried to back her head more into the wall but it was a lost cause. The back of her head was already banging into the hard surface. It was causing an unneeded headache to form. "I mean, don't you know how many women would like to be in your place right now? Yet, you're rejecting me,” "Who said I'm rejecting you? I said I wanted my own room!” "That's the same as rejecting me babe," Chris whispered as he blew her ear, making Jihyun shiver. His words were confusing, but when they registered in her brain, she huffed and slammed her head on his side. Dumbfounded, he looked down at her in confusion as he held her hands tighter, “Dont babe me!” she glared at him and regretted it soon as he had her stare. *** When Chris was stuck between meeting his ex-fiancee and keeping his cool in front of his family, he chose the easy road. He forced his ever-loyal secretary to be his fake girlfriend for ten days. Simple. Easier said than done. Jihyun never wanted to curse at her boss, but bringing her to his family event and making her lie to their faces about being in love with him? It almost drove her off the edge. A disaster! One that she would never ask for.

"Kiss me," he ordered, not taking his eyes off of her. "Why? Is she coming this way?" Kelsey asked, trying to look behind him but his warm, big hands caught her face and he leaned into her. "Yes, now kiss me." And she did. As he leaned in, she rose to the balls of her feet to accommodate the discrepancies in their heights and their lips met. He ravished her lips, pinning her against the locker and deepening their kiss. Her eyes widened and she tried pushing him away. They had a deal and kissing her the way he did was not part of it. The next second he pulled away, a mischievous smirk was on his face. "She was not coming. I lied." He gave her one last look before walking away. * * * The day Kelsey's world collapsed, she knew she'd do what it took to get over the humiliation, even if that meant she had to blackmail the notorious boy, Flynn Ascott. The day his biological mother stepped into his school and begged him to give his family a chance, Flynn knew his life was about to change for good. He just did not realize that it would involve a five-foot-two strawberry blonde with a head as stubborn as a stone. Could two broken people heal each other? * * * This is the story of Flynn aka Tyler Vincent's twin brother who was given away and raised by the famous Ascott family? Part of "The Bad Nerd Boy" Series. You can check out Tyler's completed story "The Bad Nerd Boy" here in GoodNovel.

After my rebirth, the very first thing I did was ride from one blood donation van to another, giving blood until I nearly collapsed. Why? Because in my previous life, my fiancé's newly hired intern, Shirley Lynch, had bound herself to a blood-exchange system. Every milliliter she donated was siphoned directly from my own veins. In just a month, she transformed from an ordinary college girl into the nation's beloved Blood Angel, showered with fame and fortune, while I, suffering from severe anemia, was fired from the hospital for being unable to work. When I exposed her scheme to my fiancé, he looked at me with disgust and broke off our engagement. "You're selfish and cowardly," he sneered. "You refuse to donate your rare blood type, and now you slander Shirley? You call yourself a doctor, yet you believe in such ridiculous nonsense!" From then on, every time Shirley donated blood, I would suffer heart palpitations, dizziness, and sometimes collapse outright. I begged the doctors in my department for help, but my fiancé blocked every attempt, accusing me of jealousy and wasting medical resources. In the end, to steal my promotion ahead of schedule, Shirley donated a full 1000 milliliters of blood live on television. As her blood drained, so did mine. I went into shock and died. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day Shirley first claimed she carried my rare blood type.

“ You lied to me! You weren’t who you showed yourself to be! I hate-“ before she could say those three words, I sealed her mouth shut with a rough kiss.

Conned by Francis Slade, I sold my kidney to raise funds for his failed investment. And the house was bought with all my savings. But now, it had become their love nest. "Ms. Lane, you look like you were rolling around in a mud pit. What happened to you?" Whitney Jones smiled smugly. My already injured body trembled with anger when I saw her smug expression. Forcing myself to remain calm, I answered, "This is my home. What are you doing here?" In response, Francis glared at me angrily. "Whitney caught a cold, so I invited her over to take a hot shower. Can't you even tolerate such small acts of kindness?" Whitney had accidentally stepped on blood that was flowing from my leg. She instinctively grabbed Francis out of fear. With a trembling voice, she told him, "Francis, I think she's injured." I knew Francis thought I was just trying to gain his sympathy again. "Alright now, Whitney will be sleeping in your room tonight. Once you're done with the act, go clean yourself up and set up a bed for her." If she was after my room, she could have it. If she was after the man who never loved me, she could have him.

Shandra almost lost her life, but was saved by a fantastic mystical creature: twisted black wings, a horn on each temple, glowing embers that follow him with every step he takes... And a beautiful and delicious body, perfect in every inch. Now she owes a debt to this being of darkness, but she does not feel threatened or coerced. No, there is nothing scary or dark about Shandra's feelings for him. Destiny is set, the cards are on the table, and history is about to be written. What will she do with the handsome demon, the most unlikely of heroes? General:

“Can I fuck you?” “Yes.” The entire time he’s talking, his cock is teasing, caressing…I whimper and shift, needing more. He palms one breast and then both, twirling his wet fingers around my nipples. “When we fuck, I want you to watch, watch your gorgeous tits bounce as I find heaven in your pussy.” Again he teases, the girth of his hard shaft sliding over my folds. “I don’t want to use a condom with you ever again. Are you okay with that, feeling my cock inside your tight pussy?” *** Blackmailing my boss, the man with a panty-melting smirk and a reputation for being untamable, into posing as my date for my cousin’s wedding? What could possibly go wrong? Duncan Willis is everything I’m not: impossibly handsome, dangerously confident, and wrapped in a designer suit that hints at the power beneath. He’s the kind of man women fantasize about—and the kind who never looks twice at someone like me. Until I catch him in a compromising position. Suddenly, I have leverage. And I need a wedding date. But here’s the thing: He thinks I’m blackmailing him. He has no idea I’m falling right into his trap. Because Duncan doesn’t get forced—he gets even. And this weekend, in my childhood bedroom under my parents’ roof, the lines between fake dating and real desire are about to blur… until neither of us remembers this started as a lie.