Main Characters In Percy Jackson

I die in the basement after being burned by acid. My family doesn't recognize me, and they don't call the cops. My mother picks up the scalpel that hasn't been used in years and debones me. My father excitedly mixes my skeleton with concrete and turns me into an exquisite statue. My sister uses the sculpture she's made out of my flesh and portrays herself as a genius sculptor whom everyone admires. Later, the sculpture is shattered, revealing half a broken finger inside. That's when everyone panics.

This Christmas, Elora discovers the one thing more dangerous than the monster in the snow… is the truth buried in her blood. When Elora returns to her family’s remote winter lodge for the holidays, she expects awkward dinners, annoying relatives, and too much peppermint hot chocolate. She doesn’t expect glowing eyes watching her from the forest or a beautiful, terrifying stranger whispering her name through the storm. They call him “The Winter King” a forbidden, ancient being who chooses one mortal bride every generation. A bride he marks.A bride he claims. A bride he hunts. And this year, he chooses her. As secrets erupt, doors splinter, and frost creeps beneath her skin, Elora is forced into a deadly game of desire and survival. Her uncle reveals the truth: their bloodline has been hiding from the Winter King for centuries and LIORA was never supposed to exist long enough for him to find. But he has found her and he will never stop.Because the moment he spoke her true name,she became his. Now, trapped between a family that lied to protect her and a dark, magnetic creature determined to claim her soul, Liora must decide,it's either she Runs,Fight,or surrender to the forbidden bond pulling her toward him… even as the snow outside turns red.

Gilbert yang menjabat sebagai CEO atau pemilik perusahaan besar dan terkenal seperti Pradipta Group sudah berulang kali mengganti sekretaris, setiap sekretaris wanita yang bekerja padanya pasti akan menggodanya, itu bukan masalah besar karena ia pun suka melakukan hubungan intim dengan para wanita cantik dan seksi. Masalahnya adalah saat para wanita itu meminta hubungan yang lebih seperti pernikahan, ia tak berminat akan hal itu. Bahkan saat mencoba memakai sekretaris pria tetap saja ia digoda dan hal itu membuatnya jijik. Hingga seorang gadis lugu dan penurut bernama Namiya datang untuk melamar posisi sekretaris, wanita itu tak menggodanya, tak tersenyum padanya, bersikap dingin dan sangat profesional hingga ia meragukan pesonanya yang seketika luntur dan tak bisa mempengaruhi wanita itu. Namiya terpaksa bertahan jadi sekretaris Gilbert karena ia butuh pekerjaan ini jika tidak maka ia akan menampar bosnya ketika mulai mencoba menggodanya. "Menilaiku sama dengan wanita lain adalah kesalahanmu, bukan salahku. Aku tak perlu membuktikan jika aku berbeda, karena berlian tak pernah bicara dia berbeda dari batu sebab orang bodoh pun tahu akan hal itu."

Was lust equal to love or greater. She hates him yet her body sings at his touch, She despises him yet eager to warm his bed at night. Rayna couldn’t love the bad guy but she could want him, right? Sex was no longer enough for Carlos. He wanted Rayna’s body. As well as her heart. Theproblem was how to go about it.

When billionaire Victor Ashford dies before Christmas, his will forces estranged daughter Emma and son Adrian to live together in a Swiss chalet and co-manage the family empire for one year—or lose their inheritance. Emma has hidden her sexuality as a lesbian for years. Adrian's playboy reputation masks his truth as gay. They start as enemies under the same roof. But as snow falls and temptations arrive, everything changes. Emma is drawn to three women who see through her walls. Adrian finds himself caught between three men who ignite desires he's denied. This Christmas came with secret encounters, jealous lovers and corporate warfare. And when hiding becomes impossible, they become unlikely allies—covering for each other's forbidden passions while fighting for their inheritance. This Christmas, love demands they risk everything. ⚠️ WARNING: Explicit sexual content from Chapter 6. LGBTQ+ romance (FF/MM). Polyamorous themes. 18+ only.

Aurora, be honest with me. What do you truly desire?" Zane asked, his gaze unwavering as he stared deep into my eyes. "I'm...confused," I admitted in a low tone, struggling to maintain my sanity. Just then, my phone chimed. I swiped the screen to see a message notification, it was from Mark. It read. 'We have a history together, Aurora. A future.' A tear streamed down my cheek as I stared at my phone. "Well?" Zane's voice snapped me back to reality. "You have to make a choice." "But-" my lips quivered as my mind reeled. "But what if I can't?" He let out a sigh as he took a step back. "Then you'll lose everything." -------- Aurora's tenth anniversary was supposed to be a celebration of a decade of devotion with Mark.. Instead, it became the day her whole world shattered. Dumped and heartbroken by the only man she had ever loved and trusted, she kept the secret of her pregnancy to herself. Seeking momentary oblivion in a bar, she finds her surrendering to a one night stand with an unforgettable stranger. Fate's cruel test continued when Aurora starts a new job, only to find the man from her one night stand was Zane, her boss. Zane's interest in her was evident, while she was hesitant, still nursing the wounds from Mark's betrayal and the burden of her pregnancy, she tried her best to resist him in every way possible. When an accident forces hee secret into the open, Zane jumps to the conclusion that the child was his, but kept it hidden to himself. After few months later, Aurora finally told him the truth, but to her surprise, he wasn't disappointed and still insisted that he wanted them both regardless who the child's biological father was.

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

My twin sister, wanting to be with her thug boyfriend, secretly planned to apply for a junior college. When I could not talk her out of it, I told our parents and managed to stop her. However, just a month into the new semester, her thug boyfriend cheated on her. She left a suicide note, blaming it all on the long distance between them. She wrote that if she had gone to that junior college, her boyfriend would never have cheated. Grief‑stricken, my parents turned all their rage on me. "You wretched girl, this is all your fault for meddling! What business was it of yours which school your sister went to? Even if she didn't go to college, we could still support her. We didn't need your big mouth!" "If it weren't for your spiteful tongue, your sister wouldn't be dead!" "We were cursed to have a vicious, unfilial daughter like you!" They locked me in her room, ordering me to repent. Then they took her ashes on a trip, saying they wanted her to see the beautiful mountains and rivers she never got to visit in life. A month later, they returned from their travels to find me long dead, starved to a withered husk in front of my sister's photo. Their eyes held no grief, no guilt, only a faint, scornful curl of the lips. In their eyes, my death was nothing more than justice served. My broken soul saw their icy expressions, and despairing tears burned my eyes. Then my sister's familiar voice rang out again: "What business is it of yours which school I go to? You're just jealous that I have a boyfriend, aren't you?"

She is a to die for beauty, twenty-seven years without a husband or boyfriend, her first love who she never got to make hers is the only man she has ever learned to love and was it. People have been calling her a spinster unknowingly o her. And the first day someone calls it to her face, it was him, the most wanted bachelor in the country. But no one knows him, he is a mysterious man known worldwide but no one knows his real identity. Her rock-hard heart skips when she hears his voice for the first time, “You are mine for tonight, spinster Kira” “Then you will be my boyfriend, I am no spinster.”