Kamen Rider Designs

Riccardo Volsi, the youngest Don of Altamura, has an arm wrapped around my enemy, Sofia Greco, as they step over my dying body. On the night before, he had a hand clamped over my mouth and his other hand gripping my thigh as he thrust into me repeatedly in throes of passion. Yet, today he's the one who personally locks me into the workshop that will kill me. I've begged him for mercy before. I even crawl over to him like a bitch on all fours just so I can tug at his pant leg and gesture to him to save me. But Riccardo just looks at me as though I were a filthy mutt. "Sofia is the principessa of the Greco family. The fact that she likes your designs is enough for you to kneel and beg her for the right to work for her." They think I'm just a mute designer who's a nobody in this world. That's why they can trample all over me and humiliate me all they want without giving a damn about my life and death. What they don't know is that I've gotten reborn. Not only can I make them kneel before me, but I can also destroy them once and for all.

They destroyed her father. Now she's racing straight into the heart of enemy territory. Mia Chen has one rule, never let them see your face. As the underground racing legend "Ghost Rider," she's untouchable until a rigged race tears off her mask and exposes her identity to the worst possible person. Dax Steele, VP of the Iron Wolves MC, the club that bankrupted her father and drove him to an early grave. Now she owes $50,000 to men who don't accept apologies, and Dax offers her a deal she can't refuse, race for the Iron Wolves in the inter-club championship, and he'll clear her debt. But working for her enemy means living in his world, sleeping under his roof, and discovering that everything she believed about her father's death might be a lie. Dax has secrets of his own, evidence that his father was framed, and the real culprit is still out there. He needs Mia's skills on the track and her mechanical genius in the garage. What he doesn't need is the fire she ignites in his blood every time she defies him. As they dig deeper into the past, attraction sparks into something dangerous. Because in the biker world, loyalty is everything and loving your enemy could get you both killed. She came for revenge. She stayed for the truth. She'll risk everything for him.

Kasumi Azai finds herself at the center of a delicate negotiation to end the longstanding feud between the Red Sun and Blazing Winter packs. Against her wishes, her uncle pressures her into a marriage with Severin de Rosa, son of the Blazing Winter pack's Alpha. But Kasumi's plans are thrown into disarray when she discovers that her Alpha mate, Thaddeus de Rosa, is in fact the Alpha of the Blazing Winter pack and secretly desires her. To further complicate matters, Thaddeus's twin brother, Theodore de Rosa, also claims Kasumi as his mate. And just when she thought things couldn't get any more complicated, Kasumi finds herself attracting the attention of their uncle, Cretheus de Rosa, who could jeopardize her relationships with the twin brothers and her husband. Caught in a tangled web of desire and duty, Kasumi must navigate a precarious path to keep the peace between the packs. How can she avoid conflict when everyone but her Alpha mate's son has designs on her? And how can she prevent the Alpha mate's son from becoming the catalyst for an all-out war between their respective packs? ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ Moon Goddess' Daughters series: Kiena, the Goddess of Gallant and Retribution

At the awards for the Global Jewelry Design Competition, my stepsister Sandra took the grand prize. She used the designs she stole from me. What she didn’t know was the show’s biggest sponsor: Jude Moretti. Godfather of the Moretti family. A bloodthirsty monster scarred in an explosion, a man they say can never have children. And the grand prize? Becoming the Godfather’s bride. That night, Moretti’s men, all in black, delivered a gold-trimmed marriage contract. They were here for the “genius designer.” My fiancé, Marco, panicked. He whisked Sandra off to Vegas to save her. They got married that night. With the deed done, Sandra strutted back in, wearing my silk robe. She flashed the ring on her finger and the hickies all over her neck. “Marco’s mine now,” she purred. “What are you going to do, Odessa? The Godfather’s only giving you a day. If you don’t marry him, the Family will have to appease him. That means sending you to the red-light district. Selling you to the kind of sicko who gets off on broken things.” She was wrong. I had another choice. I found my father and stepmother, both scrambling to deal with the contract. “I’ll do it,” I said. “I’ll marry the Godfather.”

Ella, after losing her child and womb to her abusive boyfriend, spiraled into a life of despair and emptiness. With no dreams left to chase and her past haunting her, she gave up on everything and began to live her life drinking in clubs. But one fateful encounter with Damien Rojas, a charismatic billionaire and CEO of the biggest fashion industry in Texas, changed everything. A one-night stand turned into a lifeline when she requested that he offer her a job in exchange for their night together. Damien, impressed by her designs and charisma, offers her a chance to rebuild her life at his company as an intern. Unknown to Ella, her best friend Sylvia, Damien's ex, who was also his personal secretary, wasn't ready to let go of Damien. Things took a spiral twist when Damien accused Sylvia of embezzlement and fired her from the company immediately. Ella was immediately promoted to Sylvia's former position, causing gossip to spread about her relationship with the CEO. As sparks fly between Ella and Damien and certain truths begin to unfold, Ella is torn between saving her best friend and falling for the man who had caused her best friend's downfall. What would Ella choose? Her loyalty towards Sylvia or her feelings for Damien?

What is a girl to do? Ebony is the last sister of her litter to find her mate. It’s difficult when you’re a forest ranger in the depths of a provincial forest to find a mate. Her station’s been vandalized while she’s away visiting family. Video evidence proves a wolf did the damage. She knows the shifter’s male, because no mundane wolf is that size or can open a can of soda and leave it on a table. She gets news the next morning. Three new rangers are headed her way. She’s got six weeks to get them acclimated to the job and location. What is she to do? Three new rangers, and an unknown number of rogue wolf shifters in her domain? It’s a recipe for disaster. What she doesn’t expect is the rangers are the rogue wolves, and they have designs on her, not her domain. Benedict, Franco, and Peter. They do everything together. They work, live, and love together. They aren’t looking for their own mates. The one mate they are looking for is a red ranger wolf. How will Ebony deal with the knowledge there are three male wolves determined to share her charms for the rest of her days? Will she choose one? Or take them all? Does she have a choice? All while training them on the job. There are hot days and steamy nights in the forest where the shifters find their passion.

After getting fired from my company, I returned to the countryside, spending my days playing rummy with my grandmother, but my entire family went insane, searching for me everywhere. It was because my younger sister, the family's prodigy jewelry designer, couldn't come up with a single design after I left. In my previous life, at the National Jewelry Design Competition, she managed to produce designs identical to mine before I even finished mine. Everyone assumed I had copied her work. Even my own family testified in her favor. The company accused me of misconduct and plagiarism, claiming my actions had tarnished their reputation. I was fired on the spot and ordered to pay a huge fine. My family, seeing me as nothing but a burden, threw me out of the house. Crushed by the weight of family betrayal and public judgment, I fell into depression, only to be killed on the street by one of my sister's obsessive fans. As my consciousness faded, I couldn't understand why my sister managed to create the exact same design before I did. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I just signed up for the National Jewelry Design Competition.

I was sold to the Devil. Rider Thorne. The Alpha King. A man whose name alone makes grown wolves tremble. My stepfather cleared his gambling debts by trading my life for a stack of cash, handing me over with a single, chilling instruction: Give the King an heir, and you go free. I accepted my fate. I prepared to be nothing more than a vessel, a temporary fixture in his cold, luxurious prison. I told myself I could survive his cruelty, his indifference, and his icy glare. But the moment he walked into the room, the universe played a cruel joke. The scent of rain and dark chocolate. Mate. The cruelest Alpha of all time is my soulmate. The sad part? He doesn't know. Or worse—he doesn't care. To him, I am just a tool. A breeder to secure his lineage before he discards me like trash. Heartbroken and realizing he will never look at me with love, I made a choice. I will give him what he bought, but he will never have my heart. But when I discover I’m carrying not just one heir, but three, and that my life is in danger, I did the unthinkable. I ran. Now, the Alpha King is tearing the world apart to find me. He realizes too late that the "tool" he bought was the other half of his soul. But he’s not chasing a submissive girl anymore. He’s chasing a mother protecting her cubs. Run, Bailey. Run.

Meine Stiefschwester schob mir die Schuld für ihre Allergie in die Schuhe. Also sperrten mich meine drei Brüder in einen engen, stickigen Keller und verriegelten die Tür mit einer Kette. Ich schlug mit aller Kraft gegen die Kellertür und flehte sie an, mich rauszulassen. Der älteste Bruder, ein erfolgreicher Geschäftsmann, funkelte mich nur kalt an, bevor er ging: „Du schikanierst Lilli sonst schon genug! Und lässt du sie noch absichtlich Meeresfrüchte essen, obwohl du genau weißt, dass sie allergisch ist? Willst du sie umbringen? Denk hier drinnen gut darüber nach, was du getan hast! ” Der zweite Bruder, inzwischen ein berühmter Sänger, und der dritte, ein genialer Maler, spotteten nur: „So böse wie du bist, tust du auch noch so, als wärst du unschuldig. Bleib schön hier drin und leid ein bisschen! “ Dann nahmen sie die zitternde Lilli in den Arm und fuhren mit ihr ins Krankenhaus. Die Luft wurde immer knapper, jeder Atemzug tat weh. Ich spüre, wie mir langsam schwarz vor Augen wird. Irgendwann blieb mir keine Luft mehr – und ich starb dort unten. Drei Tage später kamen meine Brüder mit Lilli aus dem Krankenhaus zurück. Da dachten sie plötzlich wieder an mich. Aber da war ich längst tot–erstickt in diesem engen Keller.

Nachdem die Jugendfreundin meines Verlobten von meiner angeborenen Herzkrankheit erfahren hatte, mischte sie absichtlich hochkonzentrierten Funktionsdrink in meinen Champagner. Kaum hatte ich einen Schluck genommen, beschleunigte sich mein Herzschlag sofort, und krampfartige Schmerzen in der Brust kamen in Wellen. In Panik riss ich das einzige Notfallpulver auf, das ich bei mir trug. Doch das Wasser zum Einnehmen war gegen hochkonzentriertes Zitronenwasser ausgetauscht worden. Ich trank es auf einmal. Sofort wurde ich kreidebleich und brach schließlich zusammen. „Zitronenwasser hat Vitamin C, das entschlackt und ist sogar gesund!“ Charlotte lachte schallend und hielt sich den Bauch. Mit verschränkten Armen sah sie zu meinem Verlobten – dem Boss der Rolling-Stone-Gang. „Ethan, deine Verlobte ist wirklich eine begnadete Schauspielerin.“ „Ich bin schon so lange Ärztin, aber noch nie habe ich gesehen, dass jemand von ein bisschen Champagner und Zitronenwasser so leidet.“ Ich biss mir auf die Lippen, bis sie fast bluteten, und kämpfte gegen die Tränen der Qual. Dann packte ich Ethan am Hosenbein. „Bitte, ruf einen Krankenwagen, ich schaffe es nicht mehr.“ Ein kurzer Zweifel flackerte in Ethans Augen auf, doch die Gäste unterbrachen ihn sofort. „Hör auf mit dem Theater, niemand stirbt an ein bisschen Champagner und Zitronenwasser.“ „Genau, du bist doch nur eifersüchtig, weil Charlotte befördert wurde und du ihr nicht zuprosten willst.“ Ethans Blick wurde sofort wieder eisig. Er trat zur Seite und riss meine Hand von seinem Hosenbein. „Charlotte ist Ärztin. Solange sie hier ist, wird dir auf der Party nichts passieren.“ Ich bat ihn nicht weiter. Mit letzter Kraft schickte ich meinem Vater einen Hilferuf per SMS.