Metal Sonic Versus Sonic Exe Novelas e Histórias

Joan Belle has been in love with Christopher Hale since they were teens. He is the CEO of Hale Industries, her friend, and her next-door neighbor. She dreamed one day, he would look her way. She made herself to be an admirable woman; a model on the side and a businesswoman, creating her own clothing line at a young age. However, despite her success, Christopher Hale never once asked her on a date. Countless times, she tried to catch his attention, but she failed miserably. Just when she thought she had lost all hope, Cole Adams, Christopher's best friend, an athlete, and a superstar model offered his cupid services. "Joan, if you want to win Christopher over, you have to show more. You are a model, but on normal days, you dress like a nun!” With his chiseled face and athletic frame, walking closer to Joan, he added, “Men are simple. , simple.” Along the way, Joan found out that someone secretly loved her. Who will she choose? *** WARNING: This is a romance novel. It contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Follow me on social media. Search Author_LiLhyz on IG & FB.

During the holiday, I come across the wedding announcement of my son, Howard Miller, online while recuperating overseas. To my shock, his fiancee is a woman in her 60s! I rush home immediately, only to find that my adopted daughters are gathered around my adopted son, William Miller, and fussing over him. When they see me, they each have something to say. "Ethan, Howard says he likes older women. We've tried talking him out of it, but he won't listen." "Don't worry, Ethan. After Howard marries Ms. Holloway and joins her family as a live-in son-in-law, we'll help him manage all of the Miller family's businesses." "No matter which one of us William chooses to marry in the end, we'll respect it. The most important thing is to produce an heir for the Miller family to carry on the bloodline." As I look at Howard, who is already numb from all the torment, my entire body trembles with rage. The young women who are supposed to become my future daughter-in-law think they can steal everything away from my son. Dream on!

A darkness is coming, and it’s the same darkness that took Amy’s husband. Now it wants her son. A merciless, bloodthirsty hitman who has a dark secret will target the former actress and MMA fighter. She will also have to deal with a bomb, a terrorist group called the Infantry-men, and an evil version of herself. Will a mother uncover the truth behind her husband’s disappearance? Will she die herself while trying to find out what happened to the love of her life? Amy needs to survive the night so she can protect her son while searching for her husband. The clock is ticking, and the mother will have to protect her only baby from a dark and malevolent force that seeks to annihilate everything in its path.

Otis whose life source is directly from the moon goddess was captured and brought to the Silver pack to serve as a maid where she meets Roshan, a tall and mysterious werewolf who is unmistakably stronger than the Alpha of the Silver pack but is currently hiding under the weakest of all ranks (the Omega's). Otis soon develops interest in Roshan as their paths kept intertwining with each other, she gets acquainted with Him and discovers who He truly is as they set out on a path Fate already mapped out for them to assume their rightful positions as Alpha and Luna of the Silver pack.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.

Hexes and Howls revolves around Miranda Lewis, a high school student living with her uncle in a small town that was once home to supernatural beings of all kinds. Miranda is a young witch who tries her best not to stand out in any situation. The fear of someone finding out who she is made her isolate herself from her peers. But when she got herself entangled with the situations that came after saving a ghost from soul eaters and helping her crush adjust to his new life as a werewolf, she realized the dangers that lurks in the shadows of their town.

“Isn't it obvious? I love your sister more, Evan! We're done. It's over now. I don't want you anymore.” These are the painful words I ever heard from my Alpha husband, the one I vowed in front of his people, the one I thought I would die for. Until someone came into my life. Someone who truly loves me deeply. But, he's also the person who broke my heart into pieces five years ago and now he's back. “I never wanted anyone else my whole life, Evan. You owned this heart, and now I came back to claim you, to fix what your f*cking husband did to you because I still love you. I always have.” **** Evangeline Scott left by her husband, Alpha Drake, for her sister. She was devastated, leaving her to decide to leave the pack for good. She moved to where her beloved uncle lived, to start over, while planning how she can get back to those who hurt her. But as she thought she would have her peace in her new place, her ex-mate, Alpha Maximus, reappears. And when they saw each other again, the Alpha claimed her back. He started winning her heart again, fixing her heart into pieces, and trying his best to get back the love that Evangeline had for him five years ago. But unexpectedly, her ex-husband started showing up as well with a goal of claiming her back. Now, caught between two powerful Alphas, the first man to ever love her and the one who once destroyed her. But Evangeline must decide. Will she forgive the past and reclaim the love she lost, or protect her heart from being shattered all over again?

“You are nothing but a slave, do you understand?” Alpha Alexei said, glaring at Scarlett whose eyes hardened in anger. “That is where you are wrong” Scarlett said, glaring at the Alpha. His eyes were fixed on hers, waiting to hear what she had to say “I am no slave, Alpha Alexei, and whether or not you are Alpha, you are not my Alpha” ************************ Sold, beaten, and taken advantage of. Scarlett has fought for her life to stand strong and not give into the pain. But when she is sold to the Alpha, the Russian Pakhan , her life takes a turn like no other. Would Scarlett give into the cold Alpha, or would the Alpha soften to the girl who he saw as nothing but a slave?

Six years ago, Rilla was a "weak hybrid" hiding in the shadows of the Iron-Vail Pack - until the day her blood "woke up" as a legendary Pureblood. In the chaos that followed, the Alpha and Luna were killed, and Rilla was branded a traitor who murdered her own best friend, Rowena. Now, the five brothers who once meant everything to her - Philip, Royal, Ripley, Robbie, and Rory - have won her at a high-stakes auction. To the world, she is a walking fortune; to them, she is a tool to be used, a breeder to secure their dying lineage, and a prisoner to be broken. As the Alphas trap her in a world of silk curtains and gold bars, Rilla is forced to face a brutal reality: her biology binds her to the very men who loathe her. While Robbie prepares his "tools" for a night of questions and Philip treats her like a parasitic stain, Rilla harbors a secret that could shatter the pack’s last hope. She is "broken" for their purposes, fated only to conceive with a fated mate - a fact the Alphas don't yet realize as they demand an heir to save the woman Philip truly loves. Caught between the urge to "leave it all for the crows" and the haunting memory of the child they tore away, Rilla must decide if she can survive the Alphas’ revenge - or if she'll take their $5 billion investment to the bottom of a fifteen-story drop.

Layla is standing too close to him. She knows it the moment she stops moving, when the space between them shifts from accidental to deliberate. Luca doesn’t step back. He never does. He only looks down at her, dark eyes steady and unreadable, as if he’s been waiting to see whether she’d do exactly this. “You’re doing it again,” he says quietly. “Doing what?” Her voice gives her away—soft, breathless. “Standing where you shouldn’t.” His gaze drops briefly to her mouth. “And pretending you don’t know.” Heat coils low in her stomach. “Maybe I don’t care.” That gets his attention. Something sharp flickers across his expression—control tightening. He reaches out slowly, giving her time to pull away. She doesn’t. His fingers hook lightly under her chin, tilting her face up. The touch is barely there, but it steals her breath all the same. “Careful,” he murmurs. “That’s not something you say to men like me.” “Why?” she whispers. “Because you might misunderstand?” His thumb traces her jaw, deliberate. “No,” he says. “Because I won’t.” His hand stays there, steady, grounding. She feels the restraint in him now—the effort it takes not to close the distance completely. “There are lines I don’t cross lightly,” Luca says. “And once I do, Layla, I don’t step back.” She swallows. “Then why are you still here?” He leans in just enough that his breath ghosts her skin. “Because you haven’t asked me to.”