Joey Badass Net Worth 2023

Raised by a monster from Transamagei since being abandoned at birth, Zea is hunted down and forced to become a part of the Soul Stealers that killed his family and stole his name. Everything he has known no longer exists. Moon is nothing but a demon with a false name and a murderous desire to slaughter and devour anyone who stands in his way of becoming a true Soul Stealer. Having to work with the young Soul who killed his father, Moon must carry out his own Mission to earn his survival; capture the illusive White Wolf and her family. But as the sinister truth behind the capture is discovered, Moon must decide if his life and those of his friends are worth more than what is morally right.

Revenge, Lust and Her Harem of Alpha’s. Betrayed by the man she had called her mate in order to prove he is worth being Alpha. With a heart of vengeance Katarina is reborn in the body of a comatose younger child contrary to other reborn stories. Driven by vengeance, she finds out that rather than being mates to just the man that had killed her, she was mated to his brothers too…At arms length she has her step brother too. Thrown into a whirlpool of lust, patience and revenge , would Katarina let herself be consumed by her fury filled heart or would love prevail?.

Alicia Anderson is every man ideal woman, but love was never her forte and she never found herself worth loving. Everything took a turn when she bash into a boy at the welcome back school mixer (Nethean) but little did she know he was a worst type of player. Nethean Adam was an orphan, adopted by he's ruthless Uncle. He's the school renowned player. Love was just a four letter words to him, he's biggest aim was to graduate from university, work hard and become a billionaire, just to make his uncle pay for how he maltreated him. Will Alicia be able to change his ways and get his attention?

My mother is gravely ill and needs a million dollars for surgery. I run all over the city, desperately trying to borrow the money. Just when I'm at my breaking point, my childhood friend shows up, holding a check for one million dollars. His condition? He wants to marry me. Everyone's waiting for me to say yes, but I calmly refuse. Because in my last life, even after I married him, my mother still died. Her surgery failed. Later, I accidentally overhear a conversation between him and a doctor. "Christopher, you sabotaged the surgery just to transplant Alice's mom's kidney into Jennifer? Was it worth it? If Alice finds out, you’re done." "I just want Jennifer to live. And honestly, marrying someone like Alice? My life is already over." That's when I realize our entire marriage was nothing but a carefully woven lie. He did it all for the woman he truly loved.

The day after the new year, during a family gathering, my aunt sneered at me as I worked overtime, reviewing a proposal. "Why are you pretending to be so busy? It’s not like we don’t know you only make three thousand a month. Real money-makers are people like my daughter, a designer so successful she doesn’t even have time to come home!" I ignored her, but she directed her spoiled son to delete all my files while I was in the bathroom. My hands trembled with rage. "This proposal is due in ten minutes—if I don’t submit it, everything is ruined!" She scoffed dismissively. "He’s just a kid. What could he possibly know? Besides, your job isn’t even worth much. If you lose the files, you lose them. Worst case, you get fired." I chuckled coldly but said nothing. She had no idea it was the proposal her daughter had spent an entire month working on. And I was the client who held her daughter’s fate in my hands.

My best friend Joanne and I were mated to Beta Shawn and his older brother, Alpha Edwin, on the same day. But three years after our bonds were formed, their childhood sweetheart, Carmen, returned. Both brothers were drawn to her like moths to a flame, and Joanne and I—once their mates—became little more than shadows in their lives. Joanne, unable to endure the cold neglect her mate had shown her, begged me to escape with her—and I agreed. But the night before we were supposed to leave, she leapt from Moonlit Crag and ended her own life. When I called Shawn, her mate, he didn’t believe me. Instead, he scoffed: “Jose, don’t you think this childish little trick is beneath you? Trying to get my attention like this?” When I reached out to Edwin, he only smirked, voice colder than the winds atop that cliff. “Jose, do you really expect me to believe you? You’re just jealous of Carmen. Don’t involve me in her drama anymore. She’s not worth the trouble—and neither are you.” Their indifference shattered what little hope remained. So I severed the bond with Edwin… and left without a word. But when Shawn finally learned the truth, he collapsed at Joanne’s grave, sobbing and begging for forgiveness. And Edwin? He howled into the night, desperation twisting his voice as he roared: “Come back, Jose! I won’t lose my mate—not you too!” But by then, I was already gone. And I had no intention of returning.

“Ah!” I moan, tilting my head to the side as his lips find the sweet spot on my neck. My hands move to his chest, and I undo his buttons with haste while his lips devour mine like it’s their favorite meal, our tongues wrestling for control. I chuck the shirt aside but gasp in surprise when he suddenly pushes me against the wall before resuming his sweet torture on my neck. “You smell so good,” he growls against my ear, his voice sounding inhumane and I don’t know how he did that, but it covers my body in goosebumps. I shiver, moaning loudly while tilting my head to the side to grant him more access and when I look into his eyes, I can almost swear I saw the white disappear, causing me to blink rapidly, my brain turning to mush. "Mm!" I grip his pants, my breathing uneven as his left hand slowly travels past my stomach and slips between my thighs before rubbing circles on top of my last piece of clothing. I become a moaning, trembling, horny mess, desperate for a release, as I sink my nails into his thighs, poking holes in his pants before my body convulses and I come undone. ..... Evaki becomes the first human to be mated to a royal and a Lycan. Despite her newfound status, she faces persistent discrimination and prejudice from those who see her as weak and a disgrace to the royal family. The newly crowned queen is determined to prove herself and win their approval. But what happens when she's dealt yet another blow and her mate is forced to take another, adding to Evaki's struggles as she fights to gain acceptance and prove her worth in a society that sees her as inferior?

King Roderick the son of the mad King Of arodona, he had a Greek God Body with the most dreamy eyes yet his aura is mysterious and yet dangerous he is the most cruel Rustless king of the all time he never knew what a competitor is until he met Cynthia the badass women she doesn't like royals but she admire Queen Athena the mad King's wife. If in her whole she ever something that was just to meet Her. What will happened when the fate wants something else? What will happened when the same personalities will meet? Will the game of war turn into love or hate?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

A dark-age gap-mafia romance about a little girl who finds herself keeping a 10-year promise to a shadow but will it be worth it? She's never seen his face. Will she still love him once she finds out who he really is...but one thing still lingers on her mind Is he real? If so why hasn't he tried to find her