How Is Owen Related To Anakin

I grew up abroad. My mother feared I might marry a foreign man, so she arranged an engagement for me with a talented and handsome man in Flodon. She insisted that I return home to get engaged. I came back and started shopping for an engagement dress at a luxury boutique. I selected an off-white strapless gown and decided to try it on. Suddenly, a woman nearby glanced at the dress in my hand and told the saleswoman, “That’s a unique design. Let me try it.” The saleswoman immediately yanked it out of my hands. I protested indignantly, “Excuse me, I was here first. Don’t you understand the principle of ‘first come, first served’? Or do you just not care about common decency?” The woman scoffed and retorted, “This dress costs $188,000. Do you really think a broke nobody like you can even afford it? “I’m Lucas Goodwin’s sister in all but blood. He’s the chairman of Goodwin’s Group. In Flodon, the Goodwin family sets the rules.” What a coincidence! Lucas Goodwin was my fiance! I immediately called him and said, “Hey, your ‘sister in all but blood’ just stole my engagement dress. Do something about it.”

Clara is trapped in a marriage with a husband she doesn't know, all thanks to her grandfather who sets her up with a man named Jordan whose figure Clara has never even seen, but she just follows her grandfather's wishes. But no one expected their lives to collide at work, causing various dramas and misunderstandings. Until their relationship threatens to fall apart. Both Clara and Jordan must fight tooth and nail to make sure their marriage doesn't go to waste.

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

The temperature starts to drop once we reach the top of the mountain. My two childhood friends, who swore to protect me with their lives, don't even spare me a glance. One is hastily wrapping all his clothes around Lisette Locke, while the other is warming her with his body. I'm so cold that my heart condition acts up; I beg them to save me. However, they're infuriated by this. "How can you still be trying to get our attention at a time like this, Cecilia? Run around for a while if you're cold!" "We'll buy you that white down jacket you wanted when we get back, but you can't take it from Lise now!" The rescue team arrives, and I barely make it out alive. I'm hospitalized for a week, but neither of them come to visit me. I see from my social media that they're busy celebrating Lisette's birthday. We've been friends for over a decade, yet I mean nothing when compared to the driver's daughter. I call my father and say, "Dad, "I'm willing to marry into the Jorgensen family!"

"I know,” I cried out. His back was faced towards me as I spoke. “I know how it feels like to love you.” Anger started boiling inside of me as I said, “It hurts to love someone like you.” ---- Samantha Parker is an ordinary female werewolf who wishes to have something good in her life after her parents’ death. That good thing turned out to be her worst nightmare as she found out that Ryder Jackson, her brother’s best friend, was her mate. Not only that but she finds out that there was someone, who was responsible for her parents' death, lurking in the shadows ready to take her away. She would encounter difficult situations which led her to think that her life was a lie and the truth needed to be unraveled.

At the tea party that afternoon, Luca Fazzari met Holly Hopkins, and ever since then, she has been on his mind. Luca avoided her like the plague because he knew they were doomed to never be together. He worries that Holly will be hurt if she is exposed to the harsh realities of his world. But fate has different ideas and continues reuniting them. Will Luca's one night of giving in satisfy him or make him want her even more?

"I didn't do anything wrong," I choked out. "You stuck your nose into my private matters," he hissed. "No one can sentence me without proof," I challenged him. He straightened up. Any traces of a smile abruptly disappeared from his face. "You still don't get it, do you? I own this city. It means that if I say you go to jail, that means you go to jail." He leaned over me again, his stare piercing right through me, "And if I say that I want you, that means you are already mine." My jaw tensed as I resisted an urge to talk back. This wasn't a battle I could win, and this wasn't a man I could win against... How did I get myself into all that mess?! *** My name is Cora Bell, and I'm about to marry Aren Lan, New York's most wanted bachelor. A dream come true? I highly doubt that. The guy is an arrogant, wealthy beyond imagination, asshole. Not to mention that our relationship is based solely on a contract, a contract I was forced to sign when I accidentally ruined this guy's engagement... I used to dream of a simple life. I wanted to graduate from university and work as a software programmer, but my fate chose a different path for me to follow. First, I had to give up on my studies to take care of dear Grandma, and now I'm forced to play the role of a manipulative jerk's loving fiancée! The problem is that my husband-to-be is insanely sexy and enjoys teasing me a bit too much. How the hell am I going to survive being close to him throughout the two years of our fake marriage?!

“Tell me to stop, Adaline," I whisper. "Fuck me, Michael. Please... I need you..." Fuck me... When I sink into her, I lose the ability to think. . . . Adaline Daniels is a spoilt young girl born into one of the prominent family in LA. Michael is a man who was trained as child soldier, meant to follow orders and kill. Although he's trying to legalize his business, he cannot avoid the one request his partner had made before her assassination. For her daughter to be protected. After years of having someone else do this job, Michael crosses paths with Adaline and discovers that she's the daughter of his partner which he's meant to protect. Now, there's no turning back. Michael wants Adaline for himself, and there's nothing that can stop him from having her. Their relationship is messy, partly because of the secrets Michael keeps from Adaline, and partly because of how much Michael and Adaline disagrees. But what happens when the enemies close in and ruin Michael's found happiness? Will he continue to be the level headed good man for his Adaline or will darkness consume him? What will Adaline do when this loss rocks her life to the core? Read to find out more!! There's age gap, dark themes, light heartedness, a sassy but focused female lead, a controlling but kind and thoughtful male lead. Although this story has a lot of moments that'll throw you off, it's also packed with lots of moments that'll make you blush. Can't wait to see you all engage!

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

Not everyone dream of falling hopelessly in love with a bad boy, yet we all face an inescapable destiny. Jane Smith was no exception… Meeting James Watson was both the happiness moment of her life and the path leading to hell. With him surrounded by countless women, she could no longer bear the pain of constant betrayal and deceit. So with a heavy heart she was forced to bring their relationship to a bitter end… hoping to move on peacefully… but her reality would later become a living nightmare. Two years after parting ways, he suddenly returned to state his claim… this time reluctant to let her go. He could care less whether or not she would agree to be his. "You either move into my place or I’ll move into yours… it’s up to you?" He declared arrogantly. When they saw each other again, this was the first thing he said to her.