Mickey From Shameless In Twilight

My fiancé's secretary had my wedding ring remade into a Hello Kitty trinket. When I confronted her, she twisted the truth with shameless arrogance, insisting that my wedding was hers to decide. I turned to my fiancé for support, only to have him dismiss me as petty and unworthy of being his bride. Together, they ridiculed and humiliated me, unaware that their families' power and future all depended on me. When my superior stepped in, their mockery collapsed in the face of truth. My fiancé fell to his knees, begging me to honor our engagement. But I cast him aside without hesitation, breaking off the marriage and leaving him with nothing.

One night-stand stranger turned step-brother, an unfortunate twist or maybe a lucky one? Avery Archer is not very good with men, blessed with a cold and indifferent attitude because of how she was brought up, ended up sleeping with a cute, young handsome stranger after a terrible break-up with a shameless ex at her friend’s birthday party. What happens when this younger man turns out to be the son of her father’s mistress who she doesn’t like very much? What happens when this handsome stranger drags her into the world of werewolves and fated pairs? Will she allow their sinful bond to decide for them or will she cave to the obstacles in their way?

Irene was in a relationship with her fiance Perry for seven years. On the day before her wedding, she witnessed her bestie having sex with her fiance in her wedding room. To take revenge on Perry, she had one-night stand with Perry's boss--Nathan. Nathan was super-rich and irresistibly attractive. Obviously, he was much better than Perry in all aspects. Coincidentally, Irene ran into this shameless couple in the shopping mall. Her bestie teased her that no one would fancy a girl like her. She happened to see Nathan and made a hint to him. Then Nathan went by and kissed Irene, "Sweetie, why do you leave me alone in bed this morning?"

“Sign the divorce papers, Elena. You were never enough for me.” Her world shattered with those words. Caught between betrayal and heartbreak, Elena walked in on her billionaire husband tangled with her best friend of ten years, on his office desk. Humiliated. Broken. Cast aside. But the wife Adrian thought he could discard so easily isn’t the same woman who will rise from the ashes. Elena has secrets he can’t erase… a child he doesn’t know exists… and a fire burning inside her for revenge. Now, with every move she makes, the tables begin to turn. His icy arrogance, his cruel dismissal, his shameless betrayal, he’ll pay for it all. Yet, what Adrian didn’t expect was that losing her would be the greatest mistake of his life… because he’s not ready to let her go. In a war of love, lies, and vengeance, hearts will break, empires will fall, and only one truth will remain: Hell hath no fury like a billionaire’s ex-wife..

“Landon is here?” Mabel asked, turning to look behind her, a frown forming on her face. “Are you stalking me? Huh?” She asked drunkenly and made to climb down from the stool, but she missed her footing and fell toward Landon who instinctively caught her in his arms. Upon realizing what he had done, Landon suddenly pushed her away from his body like he had touched a bag of filth, making her fall to the ground on her butt. “Ouch!” She winced as her butt came in contact with the hard floor. Landon felt a pang of pity for her but quickly masked it. Such a shameless woman isn't worth his sympathy. She was married, yet she was drunk at a bar, flirting with a random guy. ******* What happens if your wedding was never about love but about settling an old score? Mabel never wanted an arranged marriage, but honoring her father’s dying wish left her no choice. On her wedding day, her groom, Landon Ferguson, didn’t bother to show up only sending someone in his place. Humiliated and furious, she swore never to forgive him. As the truth behind their arranged marriage comes to light, Mabel realizes too late some debts demand more than just a name on a marriage certificate. Some demand a sacrifice.

It was only on our first wedding anniversary that I realized the rubbers I bought before our wedding had long expired. No one would believe that my mafia husband, Andre Garcia, and I had never consummated our marriage. That night, I gathered my courage and bought a suggestive nightgown. After downing three glasses of whisky, I hugged Andre tightly and whispered in his ear, "Darling, let's do it today. I want you..." However, Andre shook my hand off indifferently as if he were handling a gun. "Danielle Lawson, do you have no shame? You've done such shameless things time and time again. If you're really that lonely, I'll order you some toys so you can play with them to your heart's content." My face turned deathly pale as I stood there, stunned. I could not understand why a wife begging for her husband's affection was considered 'shameless' behavior. I curled up on the couch, unable to help but ask on social media. Danielle: [My husband has no dysfunction. Why won't he touch me after marriage?] Someone replied: [Perhaps your husband has someone else.] Like a dagger, that comment pierced me awake. I suddenly realized—maybe the problem was not that I was unattractive but rather that he was never mine. The moment I deleted my account, I also made the decision to leave. Who could have imagined that Andre, who would usually not even glance at me, would frantically search for me after I disappeared? "Danielle, I can't get a hard-on after you left!"

The night I got into Cambridge University, we were supposed to celebrate. Instead, I ended up in Gilbert’s bed—my older brother from next door, the man I had secretly loved for years. The mafia kingpin of the Veronatri. We used protection. It didn’t matter. I still got pregnant. In my past life, I relied on our child to marry him as I wished, but I was also forever barred from Cambridge University. Gilbert cornered me on our wedding night, his breath shallow, eyes wild— “You drugged me, didn’t you?” “Admit it. There’s no other reason I would’ve wanted you like that.” “You’re shameless, Julian. You will never touch me again in this lifetime!” From then on, he used every means possible to humiliate me. He even secretly transplanted our daughter’s heart into his first love’s daughter. While he and his first love celebrated the success of the surgery, I clutched my daughter’s ashes and died on the way to the cemetery. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to that night of utter absurdity. This time, I didn’t cry, I didn’t beg— I just walked away to Cambridge, and he went mad trying to find me.

As Jimmy investigates an abandoned car, he finds a journal that sheds light on a mystery from twenty years before. As he explores his memories he discovers the truth behind the city and the supernaturals who run it. ~~~ Inside of each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago. Over the years, the city had seen many battles for control of the streets. To date, the two bloodiest battles took place within the last fifteen years. The Badens orchestrated both attacks. Led by Darius, the Badens seemed hell-bent on ruling the city with little regard for the Michelsons. The Michelsons governed the streets for nearly two hundred years and were a formidable force. Led by Gabriel, the Michelsons protected the city, and it survived unscathed. The streets were free from the blood deals, which went unnoticed by the public eye, normally. However, this last battle proved more difficult to keep quiet. It had been an all-out war for control, drawing innocent people into the blood feud as the Badens raided the streets for warriors to fortify their numbers. The Michelsons retaliated through unusual ventures to keep the war silent.

The new girl, Everly, is smart, beautiful, and mysterious. And Jack will do anything to make her leave. When Everly returns to the small town where her mother went missing years ago, Jack, son of the Alpha of the Lichtwolves pack, will do whatever he can to get her to leave before the neighboring pack, the Nachtwolves, get a whiff of her blood. Everly is special. One bit or scratch from a shifter, and she'll turn into something terrible. Is that what happened to her mom? Jack can't let anything bad happen. So even though he's drawn to Everly himself, he tries to make her life at Cook High hell until she'll have to leave town. The only problem is, Jack is falling in love with Everly, and when something terrible happens, and she finds herself drawn in by Slate, the son of the Nachtwolves Alpha, Jack realizes instead of pushing Everly away, he'll have to do everything he can to protect her. Before the high council says she must be destroyed--and that he'll have to be the one to do it. The Wolf Girl and Her Alpha Mate is a first love romance between a not-so-human girl and a hot shifter. It's a slow burn romance that will keep you turning page after page. (Think Twilight without the vampires if both dudes were wolves and there were also mages and other mythical creatures.) From the author of Sold to the Alpha and Mage of Wolves.

A group of unexpected guests suddenly barged into my relative’s funeral. The woman, Xena Carter, leading them claimed to be my husband’s girlfriend and declared that she was here to punish me, the supposed mistress. Out of respect for the funeral, I did not want to make a scene, so I calmly suggested she wait until it was over. But out of nowhere, she lashed out and ordered her group to shred all of my clothes. My relatives around us did nothing and watched coldly as it happened. I calmly dusted myself off, stood up, and led her over to the urn. "This urn for my mother was bought by your boyfriend. It cost nearly a million!" As expected, the mistress flew into a rage, smashing the urn to pieces. "You shameless family of lowlifes! Don’t think you’ll get a single cent from my boyfriend, even in death!" What she did not know was that when I said "mother," I was referring to my husband’s mother, my mother-in-law. She was causing a scene at my mother-in-law’s funeral, and she had just smashed her urn to pieces.