Kings County 72 Hour Bookings

Two years ago, Danny’s boyfriend, Alex, vanished without a trace, leaving behind only unanswered questions and a heart-deep grief. Danny had just begun to accept the silence when Alex walked back into his life—unscathed, alive, but different. Alex’s return is no miracle; it’s a warning. He carries a dark secret from the two years he spent missing. To keep Danny safe from the sinister forces that hunted them both years ago, they must form a desperate, irreversible bond. This pact is the only way for the two to stay connected and have a chance at staying alive. Bound together and racing against a ticking clock, Danny and Alex must follow cryptic clues to expose a web of crimes before it is too late. The danger is closer than ever, and if they fail, Danny won't just lose his love again—he'll lose his life.

BASTARD SON OF THE VIKINGS Palermo does not forgive. Neither does it forget. When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm—but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city. Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named. The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings. The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother’s resolve. But whispers spread faster than steel through the night—rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart: Guerrero Valenti. The father who abandoned him. The legend whose name alone commands obedience. The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire. And when he comes, Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall. Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood. This is the story of survival. Of fire and steel. Of a mother and her son. Of a father’s return. Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood … the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a “BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI. And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .

During a long holiday, my husband booked flights for a family vacation. On the way to the airport, I suddenly saw numbers appearing on everyone’s head. The numbers on my husband’s head indicated sixty years, but my parents and I had only six hours indicated on our heads. While I was puzzled over the meaning of those numbers, I noticed that the driver next to us only had six seconds indicated over his head through the car window. Five… Four… Three… Two… One. When the number turned zero, a massive truck immediately rammed into the car next to us. I saw flickers of fire, flesh and blood exploding before my eyes. People were screaming for help, but I could not hear anything. I trembled as cold sweat drenched my entire body. It was because my flight would be taking off in six hours.

How do you defend yourself in the eyes of those people around you?If you do not know your true identity? Does there judgment to you will be validated or not. If you're Elle? How can you go outside the box of betrayal and love?

A car accident left me with severe brain injuries. I was left hanging by a thread. My wife, a renowned medical genius, personally operated on me for 18 consecutive hours, pulling me back from death's grasp. Yet, the first words I said to her after waking up were, "Grace, I want a divorce." Her eyes were filled with tears. "Derek, I just saved your life, and now, you want to leave me? Is it because I've been too busy at the hospital? Because I haven't spent enough time with you?" I frowned. "It's exactly because you saved me that I want this divorce. I won't let you sacrifice your reputation for me." The family elders tried to reason with me. "Grace is such a wonderful wife. She takes care of everything and loves you deeply. Why insist on a divorce? Why throw away such happiness?" No matter who approached me, I dismissed them with the same response. "If you think she's so perfect, then she'll be available once we're divorced." The elders were furious. "Fine! Get your divorce! But don't come crying to us when you regret it!" I whispered under my breath, "The only thing I regret is not divorcing her sooner."

Two childhood friends - one from a line of rich traders & one from a normal family - forced into marriage while still young. Will their good relationship build into more than just friends or will their personal lives and ambition ruin it?

قال الطبيب إنني ما لم أخضع لأحدث علاج تجريبي، لن أعيش سوى 72 ساعة. لكن سليم أعطى فرصة العلاج الوحيدة ليمنى. "فشلها الكلوي أكثر خطورة،" قال. أومأتُ برأسي، وابتلعت تلك الحبوب البيضاء التي ستسرع موتي. وفي الوقت المتبقي لي، فعلتُ الكثير من الأشياء. عند التوقيع، كانت يد المحامي ترتجف: "مئتي مليون دولار من الأسهم، هل حقًا تنوين التنازل عنها كلها؟" قلتُ: "نعم، ليمنى." كانت ابنتي سلمى تضحك بسعادة في أحضان يمنى: "ماما يمنى اشترت لي فستانًا جديدًا!" قلتُ: "إنه جميل جدًا، يجب أن تستمعي إلى ماما يمنى في المستقبل." معرض الفنون الذي أنشأته بيدي، يحمل الآن اسم يمنى. "أختي، أنتِ رائعة جدًا،" قالت وهي تبكي. قلتُ: "ستديرينه أفضل مني." حتى صندوق الثقة الخاص بوالديّ، وقعتُ تنازلاً عنه. أخيرًا، أظهر سليم أول ابتسامة حقيقية له منذ سنوات: "جهاد، لقد تغيرتِ. لم تعودي عدوانية كما كنتِ، أنتِ جميلة حقًا هكذا." نعم، أنا المحتضرة، أخيرًا أصبحتُ "جهاد المثالية" في نظرهم. جهاد المطيعة، السخية، التي لم تعد تجادل. بدأ العد التنازلي لـ 72 ساعة. أنا حقًا أتساءل، عندما يتوقف نبض قلبي، ماذا سيتذكرون عني؟ هل سيتذكرون الزوجة الصالحة التي "تعلمت أخيرًا كيف تتخلى"، أم المرأة التي أكملت انتقامها بالموت؟

หมอบอกว่า ถ้าไม่ได้รับแนวทางการรักษาเชิงทดลองรุ่นใหม่ล่าสุด ฉันจะมีชีวิตอยู่ได้เพียง 72 ชั่วโมง แต่สิทธิ์การรักษาเพียงหนึ่งเดียว กลับถูกลู่เป่ยเฉินมอบให้กับหลินอวี่เวย “ไตวายของเธอรุนแรงยิ่งกว่า” เขากล่าว ฉันพยักหน้า แล้วกลืนเม็ดยาสีขาวพวกนั้นลงไป ยาที่จะเร่งให้ฉันตายเร็วขึ้น ในช่วงเวลาที่เหลือ ฉันทำหลายสิ่งหลายอย่าง ขณะลงนาม ทนายความมือสั่นพลางเอ่ยว่า “หุ้นมูลค่า 1 แสนล้าน คุณจะโอนทั้งหมดจริงเหรอครับ?” ฉันพูดว่า “ใช่ มอบให้หลินอวี่เวย” ลูกสาวของฉัน ถังถัง ยิ้มอย่างมีความสุขอยู่ในอ้อมกอดของหลินอวี่เวย พลางพูดว่า “คุณแม่หลินอวี่เวยซื้อกระโปรงใหม่ให้หนู!” ฉันพูดว่า “สวยจริง ๆ เลย ต่อไปต้องเชื่อฟังคุณแม่หลินอวี่เวยนะ” แกลเลอรีที่ฉันสร้างขึ้นด้วยน้ำมือของตัวเอง ตอนนี้กลับติดชื่อของหลินอวี่เวยอยู่ “พี่สาว พี่ช่างแสนดีเหลือเกิน” เธอกล่าวทั้งน้ำตา ฉันพูดว่า “เธอจะบริหารจัดการได้ดีกว่าฉัน” แม้แต่กองทุนทรัสต์ของพ่อแม่ ฉันก็ยังเซ็นสละสิทธิ์ไปแล้ว ลู่เป่ยเฉินเผยรอยยิ้มจริงใจครั้งแรกในรอบหลายปี พลางพูดว่า “เสิ่นเจียอิน เธอเปลี่ยนไปแล้ว ไม่ได้ก้าวร้าวเหมือนแต่ก่อน เธอในแบบนี้ช่างงดงามเหลือเกิน” ใช่สิ… ตัวฉันที่กำลังจะตาย ก็ได้กลายเป็น “เสิ่นเจียอินผู้สมบูรณ์แบบ” ในสายตาของพวกเขาเสียที เสิ่นเจียอินที่เชื่อฟัง ใจกว้าง และไม่เอ่ยปากโต้แย้งอีก การนับถอยหลัง 72 ชั่วโมงได้เริ่มต้นขึ้นแล้ว ฉันสงสัยมากว่าพอถึงวินาทีที่หัวใจหยุดเต้น พวกเขาจะจำอะไรเกี่ยวกับฉันได้บ้าง? คือ “ภรรยาที่ดีที่ในที่สุดก็เรียนรู้จะปล่อยวาง” คนนั้น หรือเป็นผู้หญิงที่ใช้ความตายเพื่อทำให้การล้างแค้นสมบูรณ์?

When the hottest one-night stand of my life turns out to be my new billionaire boss, I don’t think I can ever live it down. And to make matters worse, he’s pretending not to know who I am—and seems hell bent on making my life a living hell. ____ Elizabeth is faced with a difficult decision. Desperate to start a family, she turns to her ex-lover, a billionaire who once broke her heart, for help. Despite her reservations, she agrees to one night of passion, hoping to conceive a child and move on with her life. But as the night unfolds, old feelings resurface, and she finds herself torn between her desire for a baby and the risk of getting involved with her ex again. Will she be able to keep things strictly business, or will love complicate everything?

I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body. “Thank you.” He whispered. ______ I got pregnant after a sizzling one-night stand. I didn’t know then he was the son of a billionaire mafia Don. That night, he walked over to me with powerful strides that announced to the world, that he owned it. The dim light dancing over his sculptured face, Teased me with a glimpse of perfection. His deep baritone voice vibrated thru my core, and before I knew it, we were back at my place, thrusting into ecstasy. For hours he took me to heaven and back, But on earth, he became cold as ice. Then, without so much as a name, He walked out the door and out of my life. I tried to forget him, Until I got unexpected news from my doctor weeks later. and before I had time to digest the information, I was snatched by two men. Now I’m in the presence of the Don of all Dons, congratulating me on my pregnancy. And the man that took me to heaven, is now tasked to keep me in hell.