It Takes Two To Tango Artinya

Things take a unexpected turn for James and Luna when danger gets too close. Is its closeness enough to take them apart? Part two of "The Deal Breaker"

"It wouldn't be the first nor the last time any one of you Titan Gods had affairs with ‘Greek Gods’ you know," Thaelia twisted her lips. Lukas face hardened and he tried to keep it like that, but one look at her face and a smile broke out of him and he's laughing hard. She accompanied him and chuckled softly, adorably, and it drove the son of Helios crazy. "Didn't know moon princesses could contain that much spite." "What can I say?" She lowered her voice, licking her lips. Her beauty was much more obvious, with her eyes the color of the sea, lined with gold, and lips rose. It was enough to make him realise he's drowning again, only this time it's on the color of her eyes. "You... inspire me." "Inspire you?" "Yes," She smiled sweetly *** There's two things that strikes Talia as she starts reading the book of her past—Lukas was a reckless son of Helios, Ajaxson was the son of Ajax who's head over heels in love with her while she was a moon princess desired by both of them. To add a Greek Goddess Hera made it impossible for her to stay happy with Lukas. It was just not written in the stars. ***

Reva Aldridge did not choose this life. It was chosen for her. She woke up in a luxury hotel room in Milan with no memory of the night before and a face she recognized looking back at her. The face of Nico Castellano. The most powerful mafia boss on the East Coast of Italy. The man her sister Petra was supposed to marry. Petra had wanted out of the engagement so she drugged her younger sister and sent her in her place. Now the scandal has spread. The Castellano name has been attached to Reva's, and there is only one way to fix it. She becomes his contract wife but the terms are brutal. She is expected to give him an heir. She has no choice because her family has already decided for her. Reva moves into Casa Castellano in Sicily and tries to survive. But something is wrong; her husband is not the same man from one day to the next. Some nights he is cold and controlled, and other nights he is different, softer in ways she cannot explain. A different scent and hands that feel like they belong to someone else. She tells herself she is imagining it. She is not. There are two of them. Twins. And they have both been with her without her knowing. Now that she knows the truth, they are both refusing to let her go. The devil does not wear one face. He wears two. And Reva belongs to both of them.

~ SORA HELL MORGATHOR ~ Since my appointment to the throne, my cousin on paper has fully embraced the role of archnemesis, dedicating every breath to my downfall. He is a walking tantrum in a tailored suit, still crying about a crown that was never going to fit his head anyway. My life wasn’t perfect, but ever since I was adopted into the Hell Morgathor family, staying alive has become a full-time hobby, mostly because every move I make is now at the mercy of men who treat human lives like disposable currency. It’s nice to know I’ve brought the city together; apparently, having me in charge is the only thing everyone can agree is a terrible idea. My cousin on paper views me as the ultimate gatekeeper, Largely thanks to the fact that I have the audacity to keep breathing while he wants my chair, treating my pulse like a personal insult to his resume. ☠️☠️☠️☠️ ~A-JUN HELL MORGATHOR ~ All I want is my family to stop being a shadow. A woman carries the family name, whereas my father is subjected to being the underboss. As if things aren’t bad enough, an adopted female child is coded to be the next Don, and she had the guts to accept the offer. I was fully prepared to end her life, but I was suddenly struck by lightning, or maybe it was just her impeccable skincare routine, and I decided to let it slide, distracted by her face and forgot why I was even holding a weapon. I'm currently temporarily blinded by her sheer audacity to be that gorgeous while I’m trying to work. But until when will I be distracted?

“For someone who’s soon to be married, you sure look miserable, Mr?” “Creed,” the man replies, his words slurred, almost like he’s absent minded. “Alexander Creed.” He completes. . . . Two days to the wedding. Two days to Alexander’s wedding, his path crosses with a girl who makes him feel like himself. Evangeline. They share a dance at a club, and that dance led to a steamy night together. A steamy night that somehow left lingering emotions. When Alexander decides not to push through with the wedding, his bride-to-be reveals a heartbreaking information. Evangeline’s and Alexander’s meeting was never a coincidence. For Evangeline, it was just a job, but for Alexander, her name has refused to evade his memory. What will happen when she returns three months later with the resulting factor of their affair? Read to find out.

Caught between two Alpha Kings, Aria had a life more miserable than any wolf of her age. To the first king, she was sold to him for a couple bucks and became his never resting machine to show his sexual prowess. He took pride in reminding her that her usefulness only lay in bed. When salvation came to her in the form of a new king, her child was his utmost priority— a priority set to tarnish his image for eternity. She would watch both rivals battle endlessly for the custody of that one joy in her unending sorrows. But when one of them confronts his own demons and his growing feelings for Aria, what becomes of the fate of the poor, wretched Omega slave and mother?

Z will found out later that the child whom she thought was dead for a long time, is alive. Brandon, the biological of her child will take their child away from her because he thought that she abandoned them five years ago.

"I will reject you," Kahlan cried, "I, Kahlan Kye of pack Crest, reject Alpha Eric as my mate." "No! " Eric screamed, " You can't do this to me!" " No yeah, she already did, " Hardin came from behind and wrapped a hand around Kahlan's waist. Eric Creed was framed by Kahlan for killing her parents. He was her mate but she hated him the moment she discovered the truth about the death of her pack. Every one of her pack was annihilated except for her and her stepsister who wanted Alpha Eric for herself . She doesn't care anyway, since she doesn't even want him. She was however bent on avenging. However, lies were waiting to unfold. What will Kahlan do when she discovers that the hand she took was actually the one responsible for the death of her family. And Alpha Eric was innocent. However, she had already rejected Eric

"You can't run away from them, goddess." Albert's cold voice echoed in her ears, and Myra almost trembled with fear. "Then what should I do? Do you want me dead...! They will kill me" She cried. "They won't..." Albert said and Myra blinked in surprise. How could he be so sure? "They can't kill you, goddess and you don't have to run away from them" Then what do you want me to do? They are so dangerous and strong whereas I am just a human girl..." she cried in frustration. What else could she imagine? "You can never defeat them but you can Tame them..." Albert's words reverberated in Myra's ears as she unconsciously repeated them. "Tame them...!!" Is he serious? "Can you be more serious? We are talking about those two most powerful Alpha's out there not some cats or dogs... Who the hell could tame them??" Albert smiled. "No one else could but you can..." ******** Let's embark on the beautiful yet tough journey of a little human girl, Myra, in which she was introduced to the world of werewolves as the red stone goddess. How would be her life after that? Will she survive? Thank you for choosing my book. We authors need your support. A review, a comment even a like is appreciated. Thank you once again.❤💕

I am diagnosed with severe systemic lupus erythematosus, and I only have three days left to live. When my husband rejects my 188th plea for help, I take my test results and enter the hospice care center. "Hello, I'd like to schedule my own cremation process and apply for government aid." Ten minutes later, they arrive. Before I can speak, my lawyer husband, Jasper Horton, coldly slaps me across the face. "You're faking a terminal illness just to steal attention from Janice?" My doctor brother, Casey Carter, snatches the medical report from my hand and scoffs at it. "Lupus? If you're going to fake being sick, at least make it believable. Only one in a million people gets this." I endure the pain in my body, return to the counter, and hand in the application form and my medical records once more. The staff member sees the butterfly-shaped rash on my wrist and sympathizes with me. "I have no family left," I say. "I'm requesting cremation in three days, location doesn't matter. I just don't want my death to burden anyone."