Invincible X Male Reader

Dara sering memimpikan hal yang sama, yaitu bercinta dengan seorang pria misterius yang memiliki aroma maskulin yang terasa familiar bagi indra penciumannya. Mimpi itu terus berulang, hingga membuat Dara penasaran sosok di balik suara bariton yang menggetarkan hatinya. Sampai suatu hari, masalah di kantor membuatnya harus berhadapan dengan seorang CEO arogan bernama Alvian, rival bisnisnya. Terdesak, Dara terpaksa menerima bantuan dari Alvian, dengan syarat Dara harus menikah dengannya. Namun, satu per satu kejanggalan mulai muncul setelah mereka resmi menikah. Dara merasa Alvian menyimpan banyak rahasia. Terlebih, suara dan aroma khas Alvian mengingatkan dara akan pria misterius di dalam mimpinya....

"Ce qui ne nous tue pas nous rend plus fort" Je n'étais pas morte, du moins pas physiquement, mais je ne me sentais pas plus forte pour autant. J'étais surtout vide. En perdant l'homme de ma vie je m'étais perdue moi même alors j'avais tout quitté: travail, famille et amis pour tenter de me reconstruire loin de lui. Je me sentais désormais prête à plonger dans l'inconnu. Mon inconnu. *contient des scènes suggestives*

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!

Love was never safe. But with him... it’s beautifully dangerous. Soren has never known peace—only pain. Abused by a father who broke him. Abandoned by a mother who vanished without a backward glance. And betrayed by the man he once called home. Now, he doesn’t believe in love. Doesn’t believe in rescue. He survives. That’s all. Then Travian enters his world. Cold eyes. Quiet power. A patience that feels like a threat. He doesn't ask for Soren’s trust—he claims it. Slowly. Roughly. Completely. Travian sees the fire beneath Soren’s scars. And he wants it all. But just as Soren begins to let him in, the past strikes back—vicious and unforgiving. Kidnapped. Caged. Forgotten. Soren is thrown into the hands of the monsters he thought he escaped. But Travian isn’t the type to walk away. He’ll rip through hell, drenched in blood, to bring Soren back. Because Travian doesn’t just want his heart. He wants his rage, his darkness, his surrender. And this time, love won’t save them. It’ll destroy everything in its path.

While inspecting my company’s cold-chain operations, my wife, Mandy Snow, and the college boy I’d been sponsoring suddenly vanished. As I passed the cabinet storing the research supplies, a stream of floating comments suddenly flashed before my eyes. “That was way too close! Jeff Miller almost caught them. Good thing Mandy reacted fast and dragged her boy toy into the storage cabinet.” “But that cabinet is about to be locked up and shipped to the Antarctic research station. Are those two trying to turn themselves into ice sculptures?” I froze. My wife was cheating on me right under my nose? I was just about to pull open the cabinet door when my wife’s assistant hurried over and forced a smile, blocking my way. “Mr. Miller, the seal on this cabinet was just waxed and hasn’t dried yet. Careful, or you’ll get your hands dirty.” The floating comments appeared again. “That was so close! The assistant’s pretty sharp. Once the female lead gets out, she totally owes him a car.” “No wonder she’s the lucky heroine. She always gets out of trouble. I seriously can’t wait to watch her sweet romance with her boy toy.” Looking at the comments in front of me, I let out a cold laugh. “These are critical supplies for the research team. To make sure nothing goes wrong, seal the cabinet right now.” “Go get a welder. Weld the door shut.” The assistant froze, and so did the floating comments. “What the hell? This evil supporting male character is brutal. The two people inside aren’t wearing a thing.” “Help! If the door gets welded shut, the male and female leads are going to drift at sea for a month and freeze into specimens!”

DARK ROMANCE Kidnappée avec sa meilleure amie, elle n'aurait jamais penser que sa vie allée autant prendre un nouveau tournant. Sous l'emprise de l'homme le plus puissant du monde, elle va très vite comprendre que c'est avec le diable qu'elle vivra. Avec celui qui lui changera la vie et qui lui montrera le vrai monde à travers le sien.

Leo feng who is humiliated by his wife’s family due to his easy-going behavior and his poor financial status. Due to it even his wife eva is bullied and looked down by her own relatives

In the fashion industry, I was known as the most mysterious designer. I worked hard to keep my identity from the public. As I stood at the top of business, I was invited to be the secret judge of the Innovating Design Competition’s final round. The organizer reserved a VIP seat for me in the middle of the front row and ensured that my presence would not be revealed. Just when I was about to sit down, a new male influencer pushed me aside and threw his hand bag onto my seat. “What are you looking at, bumpkin? How dare you show up at the VIP section dressed like a beggar? Where’s the security? Throw this person out!” I swallowed back my anger and replied coldly, “This seat was reserved for me.” The influencer laughed. “Yours? Do you know who I am? Ms. Reid spent eighty million dollars in sponsorship to get me to come here! Ms. Reid has the final say in this industry. Do you understand me?” I could only scoff at him. How bold of the Reid family! Did they really think they could make this kind of decision without consulting me?

My wife, Violet Miller, was obsessed with cleanliness. Yet I caught her peeling shrimp for a male intern at a dinner party. I demanded a divorce on the spot. Violet stared at me in disbelief. “Daniel is like a younger brother to me. What’s wrong with looking after him? Are you really divorcing me over this?” My heart ached. Maybe... it was time to let go.

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.