Just Some Guy Without A Mustache

Betrayed on her birthday by the mate she trusted, Aria Winters watches her world crumble when Marcus publicly claims another woman for power. But when her father is framed and arrested, Aria discovers the betrayal runs deeper than heartbreak. Enter Dimitri Volkov: ruthless Lycan heir with vengeance in his eyes and a dangerous proposition. Marry him for one year, and he'll save her father and destroy her enemies. It's just a contract. Just business. Just revenge. Until his mark on her skin ignites a bond that shouldn't exist. When Marcus escapes custody with murder in his heart and ancient enemies emerge from the shadows, Aria's rare white wolf awakens, revealing she's Moon-blessed, chosen by the goddess herself. But destiny demands a price, and dark forces want her power. Dimitri will burn the world down to protect her. But can their contract marriage become something real before her past destroys their future? A forced marriage. A fated bond. A love worth fighting for.

"Just help me out this once, man. I just made it to the final round, and I can't leave the game. Help your little brother out for a change? You're the best, J." It was 2:00 a.m. Chad asked me to go downstairs and pick up his takeout. I wanted to refuse because I was still recovering from a broken foot, but he did not look capable of tearing his eyes from the screen for even a second. Thus, I agreed and stepped outside. Without warning, something like a stream of comments flashed across my mind. [No! Somebody stop him!] [That delivery guy is your brother's roommate! He's got a knife!!!] [Lil' Bro knows that already, J! He's using you as a human shield to buy himself time!] I froze. I turned to go back inside. The door would not budge. Chad had already locked it. The elevator chimed down the hall. The comments in my head spiraled into chaos. [The killer is here! Get out of there, Big Bro!]

Knights MC is made up of 18 guys from special forces. They're all retired and created a motorcycle club due to their love of riding motorcycles. They do search and rescue missions across the USA. They help rescue women and children from trafficking and drugs. They have both government and private contracts. Follow these 18 short stories as each one finds their true love. Some women may be broken and scarred from harsh realities of life, but her special guy will pick her up, protect her, and help mend her scars. Not everyone is happy about the clubs rescues. Some may try to seek revenge on them. Jealous abusive ex's sometimes don't give up. However, the club will see to every woman's and club members safety and protection no matter what it takes!

When finding evidence is by the skin of one's teeth, what price are you willing to lay to find the culprit?~~~She was just a typical girl from a not so typical family, who will seek justice after her loved ones' death. She was the only survivor in that death trap or at least that was what she knew. Their death wasn't just a mere tragedy, it was intentional. The purpose was to eradicate her clan, but they failed when she survived.When her only reason for living was taken away from her... What was left in her being were: hatred, anger and the burning fire to have her revenge, but it was hard to find since no obtainable evidence could uncover the culprit behind the terrible scheme.When her boss, turned lover, started to show affection, a beam of light was flashed in her being. The newly found solitude with him gradually replaced her negative feelings. But as another guy entered into the picture and claimed her to be his, it drifted her back to her intentions which led her to unravel some secrets she never thought existed. Join me as I lay pieces of information about the Culprit's real identity.

On Teacher's Day, my wife, Hera, was promoted to associate professor. Even for our marriage we simply registered without a proper ceremony, yet this time, she specifically prepared a feast at home to celebrate. During the dinner, she took out the flowers a male student had given her and was about to put them in a vase. Without warning, I knocked the flowers out of her hand, flipped over the vase, and, under the bewildered gazes of the whole family, calmly said, "Let's get a divorce." Hera was stunned at first, then angrily snapped, "Stanley Lawson, what's gotten into you? I’m just putting some flowers my student gave me in a vase. What's the big deal?" My mother-in-law, Sarah Swift, chimed in, "Hera just got promoted to associate professor, and it's Teacher's Day. What's wrong with a student giving her flowers? Are you seriously getting jealous over that?" I glanced at the scattered petals on the floor and slowly said, "Yes, it's because of these flowers that I want a divorce."

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.

We all know how it ends, the story of the sexy cheerleader and the captain of the football team. But this is different. Every cheerleader always dates every guy on the football team it is a "high school achievement". You know how it feels to walk down the hall and have all eyes on you, most of them envy you, some wish they were you, some wants your man and the few just would stop at nothing to drag you down. Well that's a "high school challenge" one way or the other student see school as a battle field in other to meet up with the high status, keeping up appearances, expressing themselves and getting high. Keeping up good grades is only secondary. PROM, PROM, PROM, that's what's on every girls mind and it will be embarrassing when your girls ask "who are you going with" and you say "with no one", "that's a high school walk of shame". High school is like a bed you lay. You can choose how you want to lay it, what matters is you lie on it eventually. By The story of the sexy cheerleader and the captain of the football team are just like the fairy tale story of Cinderella and her prince charming but the question is, does every story end up like that? Still, standing at the far end of the hallway was a simple introvert, trying to cook up the courage to say one word to her. He could see her laugh at her friends jokes, but can she SEE him?

How do you define love? A matter that speaks in general. A love to yourself, a love of a friend, a love of a family and a love of a lover all that includes trust, understanding and acceptance. But what if the love that you wanted the most, an understanding and acceptance that you need most can’t be given to you by your family. What will be your resolve, especially when it’s all about your own happiness? The love of a lover that you cherished feels like it's fading away because of other people that makes your relationship into ruins. How will you fight for your love if the one that you love is already giving up and turning their backs on you because of some misunderstanding. Without knowing the whole truth they judge you and hate you. Are you still willing to hold on or just give up and just love a person that is waiting for you to love them?

So there I was, stuck in this dark Victorian mansion for a whole freaking century, thinking I'd never get out. Then, out of nowhere, these two gorgeous girls swoop in and rescue me! I couldn't believe it, and we instantly hit it off. They showed me a whole new world I'd only ever imagined, and I was all about living a normal human life.   But just when I thought things were looking up, this vampire named Vivaldi pops up out of thin air, grinning like a possessed Jack-o'-lantern. I mean, a name like Vivaldi is bound to give you the creeps, right? He claimed I had some ancient first blood running through my veins and demanded that I sign some crazy blood contract with him—the kind of deal that comes with some seriously freaky consequences.   Vivaldi was trying to sell me the idea that this blood contract was his only lifeline, the only way to save his skin from something worse than death. But I wasn't some clueless newborn vamp; I knew better than to just dive into something as serious as a blood contract. Those things come with some heavy consequences, and I wasn't about to sign up for that without a second thought.   The problem was, if I didn't go along with his messed-up plan, he promised to make my friends' lives a living hell—the very people I'd started to care about. I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. If I decided to team up with Vivaldi, I'd be keeping him around, which is far from ideal. But if I refused, my friends and the whole town of Shadowvale would be in serious danger.    It felt like I was caught in this impossible situation, like I was trying to choose between two rotten apples.

He must keep her for one hundred nights. On the final night, he is destined to kill her, or remain a monster forever. *** The Alpha King carries an ancient curse. His only hope of redemption is to find his fated mate, bind her to him, and survive one hundred nights without losing control. But the curse was never that simple. If she survives the last night, his humanity can only be restored through her death. To locate her without revealing his true nature, he walks among humans as a powerful and ruthless billionaire, concealing the beast behind a polished exterior. He expects a long, difficult search, he never expected her to be standing right in front of him. ***. She is the talented fashion stylist assigned to take his measurements. Just another client, and just another job. Or so she believes. But with every fitting, every charged glance, and every brush of her fingers against his skin, the rules grow harder for him to remember...and the danger becomes impossible for her to ignore. Because some curses are not broken by survival, They are broken by love.