Mha Cat Heroes

À la cinquième année de mon mariage avec Thomas Mercier, la fille qu'il entretenait dans un hôtel a été exposée au grand jour, et tout le monde l'a su. Pour éviter qu'elle ne porte l'étiquette de « maîtresse », Thomas est venu me trouver avec les papiers de divorce en disant : « M. Laurent m'a aidé autrefois, et avant sa mort il m'a confié Claire. Maintenant que cette affaire a éclaté, je ne peux pas rester les bras croisés. » Toutes ces années, Claire a toujours été le premier choix de Thomas. Dans ma vie précédente, quand j'ai entendu ces paroles, je me suis effondrée en hurlant, refusant catégoriquement de divorcer. Jusqu'à ce que je développe une dépression sévère, et que Thomas, à cause d'une simple phrase de Claire : « Élodie n'a pas l'air malade », décide que je simulais, persuadé que je jouais la comédie. Il m'a piégée en me faisant passer pour infidèle et a directement demandé le divorce. C'est alors que j'ai compris que je ne pourrais jamais rivaliser avec cette dette de reconnaissance. Désespérée, j'ai mis fin à mes jours. Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, j'ai signé sans hésitation ces papiers de divorce.

Sur Terre, il n’existe qu’une seule race dominante : les loups. Certains les appellent loups-garous, ces êtres à l’apparence humaine capables de se transformer en loups à tout moment. Leur monde est régi par une seule loi : la loi du plus fort. Au sommet de la hiérarchie se trouvent les Alpha, puissants et respectés, nés pour commander. En bas de l’échelle vivent les Oméga, nombreux mais méprisés, condamnés à l’obéissance. Mais dans ce monde brutal, il existe quelque chose que même la force ne peut contrôler : le lien des âmes sœurs. Deux loups destinés l’un à l’autre, capables de se reconnaître par une simple odeur. Un lien si puissant que si l’un meurt, l’autre dépérit lentement jusqu’à disparaître. Pour sceller ce lien, les loups pratiquent le marquage, un acte aussi symbolique qu’irréversible, par lequel un loup revendique sa louve pour toujours. C’est ce que tout le monde croit savoir. Mais il existe une vérité que peu de loups connaissent… Une dernière catégorie. Des loups rares, insoumis et vivant dans l’ombre depuis des générations. Des loups que même les Alpha craignent. On les appelle les Delta. Et il y a moi , une LOUVE, DELTA !

I'm eight months pregnant when I suddenly faint on the train. My husband panics and cries for help as he kneels beside me. An interning doctor hurries to me. She doesn't bother checking my condition before saying, "The patient needs to undergo a C-section! We have to get the baby out now, or it might die of suffocation!" Then, she slices me open with a fruit knife—she doesn't take any precautionary measures before doing so. She takes my child out. I'm in so much pain that I don't even have the strength to scream. My blood flows everywhere. Yet, a photo of her holding my baby while standing in a pool of blood goes viral. People call her the prettiest doctor alive. My husband and his family are eternally grateful to her. They don't go after her for causing my death; they even make her my child's godmother! Meanwhile, I'm given a simple cremation. No one cares about me. After my death, all my assets go to my husband and his family. Only then do I hear my husband and the doctor talking to each other, sounding smug. "This plan killed two birds with one stone. We got rid of that woman and made ourselves out to be heroes!" That's when I learn the interning doctor is my husband's junior from high school. They got together when he accompanied me to my prenatal checkups! She failed her internship, so my husband came up with this idea—he wanted to use my death to boost her reputation and help her! Even my child eventually died under their "care". When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day we get on the train.

“You’ve come to kill me detective?” He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring, cold and terrifying. “And you’ve come to me to be killed?” She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. Detective Jude Laurent should arrest Cassien, the deadly Maestro who now controls The Black Rose syndicate. Instead, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, risking everything to uncover the truth about the organization that has haunted her since childhood. The same organization she believes holds the answers to her parents’ death in what everyone called a tragic house fire. But Jude has no idea she’s been walking straight into a trap years in the making. The real mastermind behind The Black Rose has been watching her every move, orchestrating her pain from the shadows. Someone who shaped her into the perfect weapon for revenge. And they’ve been waiting for this moment since the night her world burned. Now, as Jude hunts the man who’s becoming her obsession, and Cassien finds himself equally captivated by the detective who should be his enemy, neither realizes they’re both pawns in a much deadlier game. Because the person who destroyed Jude’s world isn’t the criminal she’s chasing. It’s someone far closer than she could ever imagine. And their final move is about to destroy everything she’s ever believed about her past, her purpose, and the man she can’t stop wanting. Some obsessions are worth dying for. Others are designed to kill you.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

"Oh, dear officer, would you like to play a game?" The Mafia asked, twirling a knife in his hands. "Game? The only game I know it's sending you to jail," Wade took out the handcuffs and wanted to cuff his hands. Suddenly before Wade knew it, he was spun around and pushed against the wall. Shit! Did this bastard just handcuffed him?! "Hey! How dare you -" "Handcuffed an officer?" The man laughed wickedly. Wade's face paled and he froze. Fuck! This bastard tricked him! "Officer," the man dragged his finger across Wade's lips seductively, "How dare you enter my territory without my permission?" "Y-you," Wade's body shook with rage. Who was this man?! His fighting skills were obviously better than his, yet he had been pretending all along! "You must be curious about me," His fingers caressed the curve in Wade's back, sending a shiver down his spine. What happens when duty clashes with an irresistible attraction to a dangerous enemy? Newly appointed police chief Wade Harrington is on a relentless mission to cleanse the city of crime. As he delves into a perplexing missing person case, he stumbles into the lair of the world's most notorious criminal, the enigmatic Mafia King, Vincenzo Luciano. Vincenzo is a master of getting under Wade's skin, challenging him at every turn, and haunting his dreams. As their confrontations intensify, the lines between duty and desire blur, igniting a fiery passion neither can deny. Destined to be enemies, like oil and water, Wade and Vincenzo are inexplicably drawn to each other. Their encounters spark a dangerous game of cat and mouse, where Wade's attempts to capture Vincenzo only lead him deeper into the Mafia King's seductive grasp. Will Wade uphold his duty, or will he succumb to the magnetic pull of his greatest adversary?

"Do you miss me Bella...mia" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen looking at him with wide eyes. "W..what.." she tried speaking but immediately closed her mouth breathing hard. She glared at him HARD while a handsome smirk appeared on his face. "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she said,his eyes moving across her body especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow" he asked. That was actually the first thing he noticed when she stepped out of the bathroom with a red towel wrapped around her tiny frame. "Why should I tell you that. I owe you no explanation" She said feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinized gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean blue eyes. She hates to deny it but he grew much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. " Let me ..go.. now" her voice hoarse. " I hate repeating myself Lexi. You might wanna start talking" Lexi Thompson, a retired cop, is trapped in a toxic game of cat and mouse with Antonio Saint Claire, a ruthless mafia kingpin. Lexi Thompson thought she'd escaped Antonio Saint Claire's toxic grasp but his obsession runs deep. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she find a way to break free, or will their twisted love consume them both ?.

"Di ko siya jowa. Di ko siya crush. And yet, I let him do things to my body." Sabi nila, ang pinaka-masakit na heartbreak ay hindi ‘yung iniwan ka—kundi ‘yung never ka namang pinili in the first place. Nakatayo siya sa dulo ng reception hall, hawak ang baso ng alak habang pinapanood ang lalaking minahal niya ng matagal… na masayang ikinakasal sa iba. Kitang-kita niya kung paano nito tinititigan ang babae—isang titig na kailanman ay hindi niya natanggap. Masakit. Pero imbes na magmukmok, Cass did what any heartbroken girl would do—nagpakalunod sa alak. Kung hindi na siya ang pipiliin, edi dapat kalimutan na lang, diba? Kahit isang gabi lang. At dahil lasing na lasing siya, she made a reckless decision—she had s*x with a stranger. No names, no backstories. Isang taong hindi niya kilala. Pero paggising niya kinabukasan, mas matindi pa sa hangover ang sumalubong sa kanya. Ang lalaking nakasama niya sa kama? Hindi lang basta kung sino lang— Anak ng teteng! He’s the cousin of the man she had loved for years. Napatayo siya agad, hinatak ang kumot sa katawan, pero ngumisi lang ito. "Easy ka lang," he chuckled. "Last night, you were like a needy cat—clinging, pressing against me. Ngayon, parang gusto mo akong itulak sa bangin.” Nanlamig siya sa kahihiyan. Pero mas lalo siyang natulala sa sunod nitong sinabi— "Kung gusto mong kalimutan siya, I can help you. Pero hindi lang isang gabi. Hanggang sa hindi mo na maalala ang pangalan niya." Tatanggapin ba niya ang alok nito? O lalabanan ang tukso ng matamis na kasalanan?

Prologue Ashley KITS est une fille arrogante et impolie. Elle se croit tout permis car ses parents sont très riches. C'est ainsi, qu'elle fera souffrir un jeune homme du nom de Ray BRAND au cours de la terminale, dans son établissement "LES ÉLITES" pour une raison des plus inutiles. Ray va se promettre de ne pas l'oublier… 4 ans plus tard… << Mais non papa tu ne peux pas me faire ça ! >> Dit Ashley énervée << Si je peux te faire ça. >> Dit Mr. KITS avec un grand calme << C'est mon droit et je suis ton unique enfant. Alors comment peux-tu me refuser cela ? >> Dit Ashley encore toujours énervée << Va chercher du travail dans une entreprise et arrive à faire 1 an dans l'entreprise sans qu'on ne te renvoie et là, tu pourras venir travailler ici en tant qu'assistante ou Directeur adjoint que tu veux. >> Lui répliqua son père Ashley sortit du bureau de son père très furieuse après cette entrevue. Mais elle savait que son père était catégorique sur sa décision alors elle chercha de l'emploi et l'entreprise immobilière " BRAND Immobilier " accepta son dossier. C'est avec une grande joie qu'elle quitta la maison ce premier jour de travail avec sa voiture PRADO neuve en se disant qu'elle allait montrer à son père ce qu'elle vaut, mais une fois au bureau quelle ne fut sa surprise de découvrir que le patron, celui dont elle sera l'assistance n'est personne d'autre que Ray BRAND. << Toi ici ! >> Dit Ashley avec un visage remplit de surprise << Pardon ! On se connait vous et moi ? Ou mon travail se fera tout seul ?... >> Répliqua Ray le visage fermé << Désolée monsieur ! >> Répondit Ashley tout doucement au risque de perdre son boulot. Ces 1 an dans cette entreprise sera-t-il un enfer de haine pour Ashley ou un enfer d'amour ?

I've been married to Salvatore Falcone for seven years. He's a mafia Don who drills raw terror into everyone's minds. While I'm the Donna whom he has announced to the world, in truth, I'm just a mistress who serves as his human shield that can warm his bed on the side. Salvatore has betrayed me countless times over the past seven years. The first betrayal occurred when he took my ring off on our first wedding anniversary and gave it to one of the escorts in the clubhouse on a whim. The second betrayal occurred when I collapsed in the kitchen out of exhaustion. Instead of saving me, Salvatore blamed me for not preparing the hangover tonic for him in time, so he had someone dump iced water onto me to wake me up. The third betrayal occurred when I suffered from massive bleeding when I was five months pregnant. When I begged Salvatore to go to the hospital with me, he told me that he was keeping Valentina Caruso, his childhood sweetheart, company while her cat was getting fixed. For 2500 days, I swallowed all of my grievances, agony, and tears. Last night, at the banquet of our seventh wedding anniversary, Salvatore had taken Valentina's hand and sat her down on the Donna's throne that was meant to be mine. At that moment, everyone looked forward to seeing me humiliate myself. This was the 101st time he betrayed me. After the banquet was over, Salvatore didn't even bother looking me in the eye. He just said icily, "Don't forget that you're only a mistress to me despite our marriage." At the crack of dawn, Salvatore wakes up with a hangover. He tosses his soiled shirt at me out of habit. "Wash this shirt immediately. I'm going to wear it tonight." As I gaze at him, I caress my belly, which is slightly swollen. "Sorry, Mr. Falcone. This is no longer my duty." Salvatore most likely has forgotten that we've signed a contract when we first got married. The clause states that we will get divorced seven years later. Today is the third day before our contract comes to an end. I toss the marriage certificate and the pregnancy report into the shredder on the spot. In three days, my unborn baby and I will disappear from Salvatore's world permanently. This time, I will never look back.