Kamen Rider Zero Three

"You’re being bullied. I’m being harassed and stalked by my past flings, so why don’t we help each other out, nerd?" "How?" "It’s easy. Be my girlfriend." "Like a fake girlfriend?" "Yeah, that. Your presence is gonna keep those bitches away and I get to keep your bullies away. Problem solved." When the school's bad boy proposes an enticing offer to the school’s nerd, it feels like the perfect plan at the moment. She becomes his fake girlfriend, resolving his chaotic sexual life, and he gets to defend her from her bullies. A fantastic plan, with zero loopholes. But what happens when the desires and sentiments set in between them? Do they make a plan out of that too, or are they trapped for life? Can they find a common ground to groom these intense feelings in a Pack where hierarchy rules, forbidding them from being together? Or would they have to let go of each other?

"Tell me, how much do you want me?" "I... I don't know, Prince Gradel." I couldn't think straight, my body ached and my soul sang with an overwhelming need for one thing. His touch. ***** Iris Damine had the whole universe conspiring against her. From being a wolfless omega, to being framed for theft and eventually being sentenced for taking the Prince's heirloom, she had sins stacked against her like a pack of cards. Gradel, prodigal prince of Grey Rock pack and son of Alpha Cronus, has zero interests in anything that concerns the pack. But with his father's health declining and the pack on the verge of collapse, he's charged with new responsibilities. And only the wolfless omega he despises can help him. What happens when their forced union threatens to unravel the other feelings they struggle to hide? Would the moon goddess step in and save them from themselves or would the end of this forbidden romance be filled with heartache and sadness?

Three Packs. Three Powerful Alphas. One Mate. What happens when three great Alphas discovered that not only were they mated to one Being but he also happens not to belong in their Realm. What was the Goddess thinking that she had to let this happen or she knew she's hands-tight just as the clueless Alphas since the Goddess only Son is about becoming the Luna to Three different Alphas. ***** I know guys, I suck at writing blurb, just go read if you're interested. ***** ** Mature Content. To break this down... The following story will contain erotic situations between consenting adults. So, not for children.

The night before our wedding, Desmond Arlington got jumped out of nowhere. By the time I made it to the hospital, he stared at me like I was a total stranger. Doctor said it was memory loss—some brain rattle from the hit. Temporary, supposedly. So I went full nostalgia tour, dragging him back to all our spots, hoping something would click. Then one day at the hospital, I caught him running his mouth with his buddy. "Rhea's trying so hard. Doesn't that do anything for you?" "Do what? I'm over it. Same spots, same girl. The new ones are way more fun." "So why marry her? Just call it off and live your life." He snapped, "Shut up. I LOVE Rhea. I'd never bail on the wedding. I'm just... pushing it back a bit." I looked down at the test results—zero issues. Everything normal. And that's when it hit me: you can't help a faker.

Am Tag vor meiner Hochzeit ging ich früh in unsere Kathedrale, um mich mit dem Ort vertraut zu machen. Stattdessen fand ich meinen Verlobten und meine Stiefschwester Isabella auf dem Altar beim Sex. Auf unserem Altar. Ich erwischte sie. Er entschuldigte sich nicht einmal, sondern warf mich einfach in den Sturm hinaus. Ich brach im strömenden Regen zusammen. In diesem Moment fand er mich. Alistair, der Vampirprinz. Er bewegte sich wie ein Gott durch den Sturm. Er zog mich aus dem Schlamm und schenkte mir einen Palast. Er sagte der ganzen Welt, ich sei seine Schicksalsgefährtin. Die Eine, nach der er seit Jahrhunderten gesucht hatte. Seine Einzige. Fünf Jahre lang machte mich seine Hingabe zum Neid der übernatürlichen Welt. Ich glaubte, ich sei die Ausnahme in seinem ewigen Leben. Bis ich seinen Geheimraum fand. Meine Finger strichen über eine uralte Schriftrolle. Die Schrift war mit Blut geschrieben. In der ersten Zeile stand der Name: Isabella. Darunter, in Alistairs eigener Handschrift: „Absolute Priorität. Über allem.“ Dann befand sich ein Heilerprotokoll, das ich noch nie zuvor gesehen hatte. Das Heilprotokoll eines Vampirs. Das Datum war der Abend, als ich von meiner Schwangerschaft erfuhr. Die Nacht wurde ich von Werwölfen angegriffen. Man brachte mich blutüberströmt zurück ins Schloss. Die Heiler kamen nicht zu mir. Ich wachte allein auf. Unser Baby war weg. Unser Kind. Sein Blut, mein Blut – weg. Und meine Kleidung war von dem durchnässt, was davon übrig geblieben war. Ich wischte jede Spur davon fort. Als er nach Hause kam, brach ich in seinen Armen zusammen. Ich erzählte es ihm nie. Ich konnte es nicht ertragen, dass er den Schmerz fühlen sollte, den ich gefühlt hatte. Jetzt verstand ich es. In derselben Nacht war auch Isabella von Werwölfen angegriffen worden. Und Alistairs Befehl an seinen Rat lautete: „Schickt jeden Heiler. Isabella hat Priorität.“ Mein Herz stand still. Verzweiflung war ein Gift in meinen Adern. „Wenn ich nie die Eine gewesen bin ... dann behalt deine Ewigkeit. Ich will keinen Teil davon.“

Warning: 18+, explicit content, reverse harem, romance, spicy scenes, She spent three years being their joke. Then the moon made her their everything. She was going to enjoy every second of it. Wren Reyes, the plus-size equipment manager, has been humiliated, mocked, and erased for years at Whitewood Academy. But when the legendary triple mate bond hits her and the three hottest and most dangerous boys, Zade, Rook, and Cal Voss, everything changes. One girl. Three wolves. One impossible bond. Suddenly, the same boys who ruined her life are hefs The Thorne sisters: Vera, Eden, and Lyra, see their carefully arranged betrothals ripped from their grasp, their futures collapsing . They will burn the world before they let Wren take their place. Thirty weeks. One Ledger. Three wolves. Three sisters. One girl By the end, who belongs to who?

When the zombie apocalypse hit, pets leveled up into guardians. Three per person. That was the cap. My buddy dropped serious cash on three Caucasian Shepherds. My landlord dumped his fish and started raising crocodiles. My girlfriend bolted to the zoo and came back with a lion. Me? I had three strays. Bubba—blind. Missy—lame. Snowy—barely a month old. The second the system locked pet slots, I knew I was screwed. I barricaded myself inside with my three "broken" cats and kept my head down. Day one—fear. Day two—helpless. Day three—the cats strolled back in, tails up, dragging something I didn't recognize. Bubba looked at me. "Dad, I bit off every zombie head on the block. I'm solid, right?" I just stared.

The year I was at rock bottom, I took on three "conquest" missions. Number One was a tech prodigy. Number Two was a genius doctor. Number Three was a top dog in the legal world. Judging by how busy they all were, I thought that with some careful time management, handling all three would be a piece of cake. However, I forgot one thing. Three CEOs meant dealing with three difficult girlfriends. That morning, Number One CEO Eric's childhood sweetheart accused me of stealing her charm bracelet. Eric beat me, yelled at me, and made me stand all day. That afternoon, Number Two's Ron's girlfriend tore into me, figuratively ripping my kidney out. Ron warned me that he had only let me get close so I could serve as a stand-in for her. By evening, Number Three's Lance had his girlfriend taking secret photos of me and spreading rumors, and he told me to be gracious, saying she was "just joking." I could not take this nonstop 24-hour torture anymore, so I told the system, I quit. I want to go home. The system replied, "Quitting is simple. Just die in this world." I listened. However, after I executed my death escape, why did all three CEOs completely lose their composure?

My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

Three months, she was supposed to live with her sister's family for three months but how will she survive living in the same house with him when she harbors those nasty thoughts? How will she survive living in the same space with him when he was the reason she left for Paris three years ago? How will she hide the love and lust she has for her sister's husband?