Masked Hero #yugioh

The only thing Kyle Rutherford ever lived for is revenge. After the murder of his billionaire parents, he lost not only the wealth, but he was forced into hiding and left with nothing but rage. Now, years later, with a new surname and a deadly plan, he’s ready to strike. But everything changes when he meets someone at the Masked Ball who gives him hope, desire, maybe even love. Until he discovers the truth. The one person who makes his heart race, is the son of his greatest enemy, Williams Thorne. Williams was groomed to rule. Not to feel. But something about the masked boy haunts him. And when secrets start to unravel and desires start to burn where hatred once lived, Kyle is torn between two fates: Destroy the Thorne’s Legacy or Fall for the one person he was never supposed to love. Because some mask don’t just hide who we are, they show us who we could have been all along. Will he go through with his plan for vengeance? Or will love become the most dangerous game of all?

In the magical world of The Enchanted Realm, Alex discovers they are the chosen hero destined to defeat the evil sorceress Morgana. With loyal friends by their side, they embark on an epic quest to save the realm from darkness and fulfill their destiny. #Fantasy #Adventure #HeroicJourney

The guy from the playhouse? Impossible. The emerald green eyes. The masked biker. Charlie Adrian is an Omega heir forced to play heiress. His father, after four sons, needs a daughter—for collateral in case war breaks or an alliance must be formed. At Fort College, Charlie studies medicine. His only comfort is the bike competition, where he beats Alphas who dismiss Omegas as weaklings. Then Jayden Rowland beats him. The masked biker who steals Charlie's title is the same man Charlie woos and fucks at the Red Playhouse during his heat. The next day, Jayden shows up as a transfer student. How long can Charlie keep the truth buried—that he hates the man who ruined him and wants to be ruined by him all over again? That the same man stirred his dead wolf back to life?. And what happens when Jayden's obsession with Charlie surfaces... despite the fact that Jayden has never wanted a girl in his life? A marriage alliance forces the enemies together. Tangled in sheets and wheels. Charlie is pregnant.

My secret boyfriend, Marco Ross—the fastest rising mafia star in New York—hid a ring in our home. I thought it was for me. Instead, I received a video of him proposing to another woman—Bianco Conti —on our anniversary. The same night, masked men broke in, held me at gunpoint, and forced me to call Marco. A woman answered the call, “Marco, your little orphan is calling again.” Then Marco’s cold tone. “Don’t bother, babe, she’s just your substitute, a stray I keep around, a free woman to warm my bed.” The masked men shot me in the stomach—then fled. What Marco didn’t know? The real Conti heiress… was me. The Bianco he cherished so much… was just an imposter. I once refused to take the Conti name because of Marco, afraid it would ruin us. But if he never cared… why should I? I made one call. “Papa, I’ll come home, take over the business, and accept the marriage alliance—but Bianca has to be go.”

Monsters were hunted. Slaughtered. Erased. Nyxara survived by becoming no one. No power. No past. No truth.Until Rowan Varkas finds her. The last alpha doesn’t trust easily—but he knows she’s lying. He can feel it in the way her heart stutters. In the way her scent calls to something ancient inside him. He watches her. Tests her. Keeps her close.Because whatever she’s hiding… belongs to him now. But Nyxara’s secret isn’t just dangerous.It’s forbidden. Powerful. Fatal.And when Rowan finally uncovers the truth about what she is—He won’t have to choose between claiming her…or killing her.He’ll have to decide whether she’s worth destroying the world for.

A Cinderella story with a difference. Wearing a mask allowed Ella to be herself for a change, attending the annual Blackwater Manor Masquerade Ball she meets a handsome masked man and like Cinderella, Ella runs before Masks are taken off at midnight. Little does she know the man she had just seduced was Prince Nickolas hiding away in this country estate. Nick is looking for his Cinderella.

A greedy alpha male takes so many mates the other species of Alpha tries to try to kill him off but an unlikely hero emerges in the form of a sad lost human woman and her sidekick - an AI with the capacity to destroy the entire planet.

''Sometimes I sit alone in my room, not because I'm lonely but because I want to. I quite like it but too bad sitting by myself always leads to terrifying, self-destructive thoughts. When I'm about to do something, he calls. He is like my own personal superhero and he doesn't even know it. Now my superhero never calls and there is no one to help me, maybe I should get a new hero. What do you think?'' ''Why don't you be your own hero?'' I didn't want to be my own hero I just wanted my best friend, too bad that's all he'll ever be to me- a friend. Trigger Warning so read at your own risk.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

Ever since I got pregnant, my husband hadn’t touched me. However, to my embarrassment, my body had only grown more sensitive. Every night, I would find myself craving for touch, unable to stop my mind from wandering to all kinds of fantasies, that was until the night a masked man broke into my home.