Jeju Island Arc Solo Leveling

Mi esposo, el jefe de la mafia, pierde a su primer amor por suicidio. Celeste Reyes no podía aceptar que se casara conmigo. Desde entonces, Darius Sterling la llora públicamente todos los días, y nos convertimos en esa clase de pareja que se desprecia más que a nadie. Sin embargo, cuando la familia Moretti de Eastbourne envía asesinos tras de mí, Darius recibe la bala que estaba destinada a mí. La bala estaba envenenada. Mientras yace débilmente en mis brazos, susurra: —Te he salvado la vida. Mi deuda con tu madre está saldada. En nuestra próxima vida, no volvamos a encontrarnos. Ya no quiero odiarte. Solo espero que siempre seas la chica de al lado. Ahora es mi momento de estar con Celeste. Y así como así, muere en mis brazos. Lloro con todas mis fuerzas, pero Darius no vuelve a mirarme. Solo entonces me doy cuenta de lo tonto e infantil que ha sido nuestro odio durante todos estos años. Más tarde, después de eliminar a los Moretti, me quito la vida por él. Sin embargo, cuando vuelvo a abrir los ojos, tengo 20 años, el año de nuestro compromiso. Rechazo el plan de mi padre de un matrimonio concertado y decido ir a New Verden a gestionar el negocio familiar. Esta vez, me mantendré lejos de Darius y le daré a él y a Celeste mis bendiciones.

Después de mi muerte, mis padres firmaron el consentimiento para donar mis órganos, por lo que mi retina terminó en el cuerpo de Carina Fernández, la hija adoptiva que más amaban. Tras esto, Carina se casó con mi propio hermano. Por fin, se convirtieron en una verdadera familia. Pasé toda una vida compitiendo con ella, solo para acabar sin nada, sola, con un destino miserable. Pero, al renacer, decidí vivir mi vida para mí. Y, contra todo pronóstico, el camino me llevó a una felicidad inesperada.

Llevaba siete años con Santiago, y aun así él no quería casarse conmigo. —Santiago, estoy lista para casarme —le dije un día con calma. Él frunció el ceño con indiferencia, como si ni siquiera hubiera escuchado bien mis palabras. —Joana, la empresa está a punto de salir a bolsa, estoy tan ocupado que no pienso perder tiempo en un tema tan irrelevante. Sonreí con tranquilidad. Tal vez, en sus ojos, aquello era solo un intento desesperado de presionarlo para que me propusiera matrimonio. Pero lo cierto es que, esta vez, sí me iba a casar… Pero el novio no sería él.

Caitlin Van Dyke is at a crossroads. She’s thirty-two years old and she’s never been married, has no career, or a real life by the world’s standards. Caitlin is determined to find herself and figure out what she wants out of life. So, she made an impulsive purchase online – a fixer-upper in Key West. While there she plans to discover herself and try new things. Before she leaves she attends her sister, Catherine’s wedding. During the reception, her boyfriend, Hector Beaumont, proposes to her. Caitlin explains where she’s at in her life and tells him she’ll think over his proposal while she is away. Caitlin had planned to be alone to find herself on the tropical island – and to renovate her new purchase. But when she arrives, she discovers that the fixer-upper is in worst shape than she had thought. She has no choice but to hire a handyman. A.J., lone wolf, drifter, and he lives on a boat but he came highly recommended. So, Caitlin hired him not knowing that doing so would turn her life upside down. Their attraction is too strong for them to deny. Their chemistry boils over during Hurricane Bart on a private island. After two or three weeks of bliss, Caitlin decides she has to return to the real world – without A.J. After returning to New York, Caitlin accepts Hector’s proposal. Her mother can’t wait to start planning wedding weekend events Van Dyke style. Everything is going according to plan until A.J. pops up in New York at a dinner Caitlin is hosting under his real identity. Pregnant and engaged, what is a girl to do when her summer lover shows up, demanding that she be with him?

Tres días después de mi muerte, mi prometido Alberto recibió una llamada identificando mi cadáver. Con impaciencia, dijo,-No me importa su muerte. Avísenme cuando la entierren. La policía, impotente, llamó al segundo contacto de emergencia: mi amigo de la infancia, Luis. Él se burló con indiferencia,-¿De verdad muerta? Pero no me toca recoger el cuerpo. Entonces quémenlo. Hagan lo que quieran con las cenizas. Hasta que publicaron el acta de defunción en línea. Solo una noche, el pelo de mi prometido y mi amigo se volvió gris.

"My husband walks about freely, lavishing my fortune, with his mistress by his side, while I am condemned to spend the rest of my life in an island prison for his death. If this is my fate, I will fight it until my last breath."~~~ MARIANNE Betrayed by the ones she trusted most, Marianne finds herself convicted for a crime she did not commit. In a desperate attempt to change her new reality, she ends up at the brink of death but gets a second chance in Troy; An unusually sexy billionaire willing to place the world at her feet. Marianne swears she is done with men and love, and her life's goal is revenge against those who wronged her. But why does her heart race uncontrollably at the sound of his voice? ***His hands reached out, framing my face, his fingers tracing the outline of my lips as if committing them to memory. His touch moved lower, his thumbs grazing the sensitive peaks of my nipples. The sensation sent a wave of pleasure rippling through me, making it impossible to think. I closed my eyes as his lips found the crook of my neck, kissing and biting lightly, leaving me breathless and trembling. "Troy," I panted, my eyes flying open as I took a step back, trying to create distance between us. But he followed me, closing the gap I had made. His voice was low, a whisper that seemed to reach into my soul. "Do I scare you?" I nodded, my eyes unable to meet his, looking anywhere but at him. His brows furrowed as he gently lifted my chin, forcing me to face him. "Why, Anne?" I swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "Because... you make me feel things I've never felt before."***

Damn, you're delicious," he murmured into her mouth. "You taste like a goddess." She heard the sound of his belt buckle, and her frantic heart stopped because she knew what was coming. "Damn, I need to be inside you," he declared with a hint of desperation that she loved. She reacted and helped him free himself from his pants because she needed it, too, and she needed it now. But when his member was finally free, and she felt him position himself, his gaze wandered for a moment to a spot behind them. It was only for a second, but that second was enough to see how the entire expression on his face transformed. The desire froze, and instead of the fiery, passionate man from a moment ago, he was that block of ice he usually was again. He took two steps back and looked down. She sat up, confused. "What's wrong?" she asked, baffled. He tensed his jaw and shook his head while zipping up his pants again. A whirlwind of emotions crowded her chest and got stuck in her throat. "Enzo," she called out, but he didn't respond. He bent down to pick up his shirt and walked toward his room without looking at her. "Enzo!" she yelled, but he ignored her and entered his room, slamming the door. She was left on the island, naked, not understanding anything. All the fire went out, giving way to a sadness that settled in her heart. He rejected her. Enzo rejected her. After his wife’s death, Enzo Romano swore his heart was buried with her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. But when duty forces him into a contract marriage with innocent Arianna, the girl who secretly adores him, she finds herself falling for a man who will never love her back.

Cuando Samuel Ledesma trajo a su nueva amante a casa por décima octava vez y hicieron el amor frente a mí, yo solo me limité a recoger en silencio la ropa que habían dejado tirada por todo el suelo. Sabía que eso era su venganza. Hace cinco años, sufrió un secuestro y estuvo a punto de morir. A pesar de sus súplicas desesperadas, yo decidí romper con él y marcharme del país. Cinco años después, se convirtió en el presidente de una empresa que cotizaba en bolsa y usó su dinero para mantenerme a su lado como su asistente. Cada cierto tiempo, traía a diferentes mujeres a casa y me mostraba, justo delante de mí, lo enamorados que estaban, solo para humillarme. Pero él no sabía que la persona que lo salvó de los delincuentes hace cinco años fui yo, y que la que no ha podido olvidarlo durante estos cinco años también era yo. Hasta que esta vez, la mujer que trajo a casa fue mi prima Judith, a quien yo había financiado durante años. Cuando ella, con una sonrisa de triunfo, acariciaba su vientre y me dijo que estaba embarazada de Samuel, yo simplemente la felicité con calma. Luego me di la vuelta y marqué un número. —Hola, respecto al proyecto de apoyo médico en la zona epidémica del que hablamos antes, ya lo he pensado bien. Estoy dispuesta a unirme.

Harley Gibson is a strictly by-the-book homicide detective with an impressive conviction rate. She is also living a dangerous double life. In the human world, she is respected for her skill at always getting her perp. However, in her native werewolf world, she is on the run, being hunted by the Lycan king, who also happens to be her sperm donor. To Lycan Ian Steel, his only daughter is only a means to an end. Harley doesn't know, but she was destined from birth to become one of the highly sought guardians of Sauther Lake. Ian always had. He killed his mate, Harley's mother, to keep her from taking their daughter back to the lake, where she would be protected from him turning her into his assassin. With divine intervention, Harley escaped Ian's pack. For a while, she stayed under her father's radar by changing her last name and never staying in one place for too long. She became too comfortable in LA after being promoted to homicide detective at the prestigious Santa Monica Police Department. After years of searching for his wayward daughter, Ian finally finds her and pulls out his big gun. Bounty hunter Nicholas Reins is to bring her back. Ian uses his mafia ties to get Nick into the police department under the ruse that he is an FBI agent sent to help Harley solve a high-profile murder case, making national news. Only Ian doesn't know that he also has ties to the syndicate committing the string of murders his daughter is investigating. Nick may be a ruthless huntsman, but the Lycan Princess will soon show him she isn't his usual bounty. Together, they will uncover the truth about her past, their future, solve the 'Anacapa Island' murders, and take down two of the mafia's bosses.

My head threw back. I stared at the lamp above us as I carelessly screamed his name. “Stop. Stop.” “Why?” I could feel his blazing gaze on me. “Give me a break.” “Ten seconds.” He went to the fridge and came back with a bowl of somewhat chocolate syrup. I watched him pick up the spoon, scoop the syrup, and pour it onto my br*ast. “God, it’s cold.” I giggled. The moment the sticky syrup rolled down my n*pple, I began panting, biting my lip as it felt delicious. My cl*t began pulsing. “You’re so dirty.” “You are my dirty, dirty wild dreams.” “Clean it off, Gabriel.” “With pleasure.” *** Estelle Bladwyn has a certain type of guy— a little older with a little less demanding job and knows his way in bed. When she bumps into a hot thirty-ish man on her not-so-romantic-getaway on an island, he does check two on her checklist, and exactly what she wants for that moment. One thing that doesn’t set right— their growing attraction is overwhelming, and her life is already complicated. But who can deny someone like Linden, who held you captive with his eyes, caged you in his arms, and still promised you a good time? Gabe Linden is getting old and still single and done with hookups and doing favors. When some big guns like Moses Braddson, a man he looks up to, he just can’t say no to. The only problem is he hasn’t taken the job yet— he knows he’s already failing it. Looking into her celadon blue eyes, he sees right into her soul. There’s no way he’s letting her go, even by means of breaking his number one rule— The beautiful billionaire is his to keep.