Jjba Golden Wind

First love, is always unforgettable to us in different ways... Only a few lucky one will get the chance to cherish it together lifelong... This is the story of Daisy Donovan. An heiress to a multi-billion business. As her parents stood against her love, Daisy ran away from her home to get married to her boyfriend, Victor Steele, Vicky. But, Vicky didn't show up on that day... Feeling betrayed and ashamed to go back home, Daisy stood there helplessly. But, fate brings a different direction for her, as she offered to become the contracted wife of a mysterious man, Benjamin Harrison. What will happen in Daisy's journey?? After the heartbreak will she be able to find the courage to fall in love again?? What will happen when the stubborn CEO Benjamin starts to have feelings for her?? And when Vicky comes back to her life at the worst time, what will happen?? Let's enjoy the story of Daisy, filled with love, betrayal and lots of emotions...!!

A whirl wind romance Between a conglomerate CEO and a porn star desperate to experience a different life than the cruel one she is a captive of...

Kissing Jace Carter was never on my bucket list… but maybe it should’ve been. One impulsive night. One clingy creep. One fake boyfriend request blurted out to the first decent-looking guy behind me in a club. It should’ve ended with a nod and a “thanks for the save.” But no. It ended with his lips on mine — slow, smug, and heart-stopping. I didn’t know until the lights hit his face. I didn’t realize I had just kissed the Jace Carter. The Billionaire. Tech genius. Tabloid magnet. And now, apparently… my unfinished business. He said he’d find me again. He called me “Bella” because I never gave him my real name. I laughed it off, thinking he’d forget about a random girl from a crowded dance floor. But billionaires don’t forget. Especially not ones like Jace Carter Now he’s back in my life, popping up in places he absolutely should not be. Charming, arrogant, and dangerously curious about the girl who tried to disappear. And me? I’m stuck between hiding my identity… …and wondering if one kiss was really enough.

Instead of leaving you, she stayed by your side and filled in your broken soul. Instead of holding you back, He's the wind to your wings.

“You’re a blank, John. A hollow shell. Do you really think I’d tie the future of the Card family to a man who can’t even manifest a drop of instinct?” Caleb’s voice was like a wire garrote, tightening around John’s throat. “Carl is the heir. You’re just the mistake we kept in the basement.” John Mark was the Syndicate’s golden prince—until his power never came. In a world where the Hale Mafia rules through raw, predatory instinct, being a "blank" is a death sentence. When his biological brother, Carl Cole, returns to claim his birthright, John isn't just pushed aside; he’s erased. His brothers look at him with loathing, his father treats him like a stain on the ledger, and his fiancé, Caleb Card, discards him for the new, powered heir. But the city is rotting. The Abyss King, Morcant, demands a soul to keep the shadows at bay. With nothing left to lose and fifteen days to live, John signs the Sacrifice Certificate in secret. He’ll give his life to save the family that hates him, paying back his debts in blood. He dons a red coat and a porcelain mask, becoming the nameless "Red Savior" the city worships—while by day, he is the "useless" son the Hales kick into the dirt. As the clock ticks toward the final jump, John discovers his power didn't vanish—it was stolen. Now, trapped in a house of vipers, John must decide: Does he reveal the truth and watch his family’s world burn, or does he leap into the dark to save the monsters who broke him? The Abyss is hungry. And the man they called a failure is the only one who can feed it.

Rami Llewellyn’s blood runs blue. He’s not looking for any complications in his life. But things get red hot real fast for the litigious Lion once he meets his potential mate. When a Pack of Wolves crosses the legal line on what is allowed in his city, Rami hunts for answers. Throw a curvy normal in the mix, and he’s more determined than ever to shut them down. Noemi Donato dreams of buying the bakery where she works from her boss who is soon retiring. But her mother wants her to move back home, away from the dangerous city she loves. All she needs is a reason to stay. Will the sweet, feisty pastry chef take on the sexy shifter?

Their rivalry was fierce, until passion broke through the ice. **** Aspen Jackson, captain of the Phoenix Frost and king of the ice, has one goal: making it to the NHL. Hockey is his everything, and he’ll do whatever it takes to stay on track, keep his scholarship, and secure his future. Nothing, and no one, will stand in his way. Enter Kelly Blackwell, his rival since junior hockey and the one player who can always get under his skin. When a trade lands them at the same college, their on-ice feud reaches a dangerous boiling point. With the Frozen Four on the line, their battle of wills spirals into a game of dirty tricks and mind games, each determined to see the other fail. But when Aspen stumbles upon a secret that Kelly’s been hiding, he seizes the chance to turn their rivalry into an advantage—both on and off the ice. Yet the more he pushes, the more their legendary animosity melts into something neither of them expected: an attraction that could ruin them both. With dreams of the NHL and their reputations on the line, Aspen and Kelly must decide—will winning cost them everything, or will their forbidden connection become the ultimate game-changer?

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

“He’s unholy, he’s dirty, and you must be kept pure.” He said forcing our eyes to meet. The tip of his thumb brushed my lips. He let my hair go, stumbling back as tho he was tipsy. “Take off your clothes” I did as instructed, no questioning. When the miracle boy of Edevane is found in the arms of the Mayor's bastard son, the whole town erupts in a scandal. Simon, the adopted son of Father cadwell, was born to kneel and smile through pain. Behind the cathedral doors, Simon endures bruises because he's told, saints are meant to bleed. Arson Grey, the mayor's bastard son, reckless and irresponsible finds Simon attractive and sees through his facade. He wants the boy under the mask. Simon’s past comes back to hunt him, but things are different this time. When Simon falls, when he loses his faith, and scatters the boat of salvation. Would Arson be there to catch him? What happens when saints falls?.

They’ve hated each other forever. Top grades? They fight for it. School captain? They both ran—then sabotaged each other. Even the last drink at the vending machine turns into war. They argue like it’s a sport. Compete like it’s life or death. Fists have flown. So have insults. Everyone knows: they can’t stand each other. But then—one night, her phone buzzes. A message. From him. Weird. They don’t text. Not unless it’s to throw shade. She opens it… and nearly drops her phone. It’s him. Shirtless. Smirking. Sweaty. The lighting is low, his eyes unreadable. Not a word, just a photo. Not a joke. Not a dare. And for the first time in years… She doesn’t know if this is war or something much, much worse.