Romans & histoires Mass Effect Milky Way

Victoria Calloway is the most pampered and radiant woman in the elite society of Dravenia. She's a gorgeous woman by nature—with just a glance from her alluring eyes, she can easily make heads turn. Everyone claims that the line of suitors attempting to woo Victoria can extend all the way to the moon and back. Unfortunately for them, Victoria never gives them the time of day. That is, until her best friend, Pamela Larkson, decides to place a bet with her. "Vicky, if you can capture the heart of my youngest uncle, Caden Larkson, you can pick any of my cherished cars from my garage!" Caden Larkson is the current head of Larkson Capital. He's known for his glacial personality and his disinterest in women. While he carries himself with a noble air, he's also extremely arrogant. To countless socialites, Caden is the unapproachable man whom they can only admire from afar. Rumors have it that no female lifeforms are capable of approaching him. But Victoria merely chuckles in return. She has never failed in obtaining whatever she wants in her entire life, after all. Alas, things don't progress in the direction she expects them to.

I've been engaged to my boyfriend, Evan Shaw, for five years. He's a military commander, which is probably why he has delayed our wedding 56 times so far. The first delay has occurred because one of his female soldiers, Chloe Brooks, has gotten injured. Evan needs to rush back to the military camp due to the incident, which causes the wedding to be delayed. The second delay has occurred because Chloe has received a promotion. After sending me to the church's entrance, Evan quickly leaves with the celebratory gifts. … The 56th delay has occurred halfway throughout the ceremony. Apparently, Chloe has called Evans on the phone and crying about her break-up. Of course, Evan gets ready to ditch me at the altar without hesitation. I've begged him to not leave me, only for him to remove my hand coldly. "We can always delay the wedding. The thing is, Chloe wants to jump off a building right now because she's gotten her heart broken. How could you ever compare the importance of your wedding to the life of a nation's pride?" Evan has told me before that if I want to become a military wife, I need to have a higher endurance limit than others. I need to get used to the fact that he prioritizes others before me. But I've never even had a proper wedding of my own. How can I be considered a military wife just yet? So, I submit an application that makes me a covert operative that needs to be transferred back into the government's ranks. But after I've left, Evan breaks down in tears. With the wedding ring in hand, he tries to make it up to me by promising to complete the unfinished wedding ceremony with me.

BLURB: "Breeder? It means I bought you for a fee. I own you. You'll warm my bed and bear me a child. You'll obey my every command and I'll do with you as I please." *** Irish, betrayed by her father and sold to the cruel Alpha Adrian as a Breeder, must provide an heir for the Alpha and his wife, Ashley. Her fate worsens when he turns out to be her fated mate. Locked up and abused by their hands, she must keep herself safe and her unborn baby when Ashley gets clouded by jealousy and seeks to ruin her. But things get even more complicated when Irish doesn't have the Alpha by her side. He would rather eat out of his wife's palm due to a secret she holds against him and as a result, he swears to do away with her once she has the baby. Dejected and hurt, Irish runs away for her dear life but the chase begins. Alpha Adrian is hot on her tail. He won't let her go, he won't let her breathe. He's desperate to have her back or does he just want his baby and then her head on a golden platter for his wife? When fate finally makes their paths cross, will he kill her or dote on her?

An accident leaves Preston Brown unable to have children. The fight over his family's fortune is heating up. Desperate for an heir, Preston arranges for me to sleep with his best friend, Rowan Kerr. I quietly dump the sleeping pills Preston gave me and pretend to be clueless. Then, I lose myself in a night of passion with Rowan. … The next morning, right in front of Preston, I smile sweetly and say, "Honey, you were incredible last night. I've never felt so good." His expression darkens. "Do you prefer the man I am by day, or the one who takes you at night?" I act bashful, tugging on his sleeve. "Both. But I especially love the one who knows how to satisfy me at night."

My boyfriend, Wendell Lowe, has been complaining about my best friend, Carissa Chapman, for three years. He hates the fact that she's loud, uploads too many selfies on her social media feed, and doesn't bother looking at the price whenever she's ordering food at a restaurant. Every time a gathering is over, Wendell feels the need to talk smack about Carissa. "Don't invite her to the next gathering in the future. She's so annoying." I keep thinking that Wendell really dislikes Carissa. So when Carissa gets a new boyfriend, I quickly tell him the good news. "Carissa has a boyfriend now. She won't be bothering us anymore." But Wendell gets mad instead. "Who's the guy? Is it the IT guy from her social circle? Isn't he the one who pulls OT every day? Can he even spend time with her?" One week later, Carissa brings her new boyfriend, Gavin Ferguson, over to our gathering. Gavin keeps putting food on Carissa's plate, pouring her water, and dabbing the corner of her mouth for her. Wendell, on the other hand, looks extremely stormy the whole time. After the gathering is over, I comment, "Gavin is pretty decent. He's pretty caring toward Carissa." Suddenly, Wendell stops in his tracks. "He's just putting on an act. Carissa is the type who gets touched far too easily. She shouldn't be with a guy like him. "If anything, she needs to find someone who really understands her. Someone who knows that she's terrified of the dark, doesn't eat cilantro, and often smiles and says that she's fine whenever she's sad." The more Wendell speaks, the softer and shakier his voice becomes. Under the streetlight, I notice how damp his lashes are. A tear soon slides down his nose bridge. For the past three years, Wendell has been admonishing Carissa relentlessly. It turns out it isn't because he hates her. I turn on my heel and walk in the other direction. "You should seek her out. Don't take the detour this time."

On the day of the state-wide exam, the Johanson family's real daughter accused me of cheating. Two perfect-score papers lay side by side, identical in every detail. No matter how I argued, I could not clear my name. Everyone sided with her. They branded me a cheater and cast me out of the Johanson family in front of everyone. To appease her, the Johansons went even further. They used their influence to blacklist me across every industry within their reach. I ended up sleeping on the streets. One hardship followed another until my thoughts dulled and a car struck me with such force that it sent me airborne. Even at the end, one question haunted me: "Why did my paper match hers?" Then I opened my eyes and found myself back in the exam room. This time, I turned in a blank sheet. I wanted to see for myself how someone who scored zero could possibly copy anyone.

On the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.

She was his chosen Luna… until he replaced her. The night Rhea Blackthorne walked into the clubhouse and saw another woman carrying her Alpha’s child, her world shattered. Pregnant, betrayed, and hunted by pack law, she did the unthinkable, she stole Kael Draven’s prized motorcycle and vanished into the human world. Five years later, Rhea isn’t a broken Luna anymore. She’s an outlaw rider with her own colors, her own rules, and a secret that could destroy an Alpha, his son. But the past never stays buried. Now Kael Draven is no longer just an Alpha. He’s the ruthless president of a deadly werewolf biker gang, and he’s found her. He wants his mate back. He wants his heir. And he doesn’t care how much blood he has to spill to get them. Caught between roaring engines, burning desire, and a bond that refuses to die, Rhea must fight for her freedom, her child, and the life she built on the road, before the man who broke her claims her again. Betrayal. Outlaws. Secret heirs. A Luna who refuses to kneel..

"Amara," Lucian whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "I never meant to hurt you." Amara turned away, her heart heavy with betrayal. "It doesn't matter. I can't stay here anymore." It was supposed to be easy. Marry him, Have a baby and you are free. Sold by her stepfather to the alpha king who was rumored to be brutal, Amara's life took a different turn. She was on the run with a baby in her stomach, away from him . And he was determined to get her back, even if it meant him begging on his knees.

Some debts are paid in money. Reina's family paid theirs in her. At twenty-one, Reina (a human) is handed over to Zaden Cole, the coldest, most powerful Alpha alive, as payment for a debt her family could never repay. She walks into the marriage knowing exactly what she is to him… Nothing She navigates his world with her head up and her heart locked because she refuses, absolutely refuses to break for a man who doesn't even know she exists. Zaden doesn't love her. Doesn't see her. His mind is consumed by a mystery woman he saved months ago, a girl whose face he never saw but whose memory he cannot shake. He keeps her bracelet in his drawer like a ghost he refuses to release. What neither of them knows is that the ghost he has been searching for has been sleeping under his roof the entire time. And when the truth finally surfaces, it won't just break him. It will destroy everything. Some love stories don't begin with a choice. They begin with a mistake that was always meant to happen.