Mickey Mouse Vs Bugs Bunny Novels & Stories

Ira gave everything to her marriage— her loyalty, her love, her soul. But on their third wedding anniversary, she witnessed her husband cheating on her with her twin sister, Myra. Suffocated and desperate to break free from this cage, Ira wants only one thing, Freedom, even if it means death. But the Moon Goddess has other plans. When fate places her in the path of Alpha Lucian, the most feared and powerful Alpha in North America, Ira makes a desperate move— she offers him a deal : one year of a contract marriage in exchange for his protection, and in return, she'll disappear from his life forever. Cold, dangerous and impossible to read, Lucian senses something about Ira that he can't ignore. As secrets unravel and sparks ignite, the line between protection and possession begins to blur. And Ira soon realizes...running from one Alpha may have led her straight into the arms of a far more dangerous one. Will she survive this new arrangement— or lose her heart in a deal meant to protect it? Tropes- Mate Betrayal. Contract Marriage. Secret Pregnancy. Kickass Heroine. Mate Vs Chosen Love. Courtroom Drama. Magic elements and Ritual sacrifices.

To the brutal Bloodmoon Pack, Lyra is nothing but a broken, scentless Omega forced to slave away in the fortress kitchens. They mock her. They trample her. They think she is the weakest link in their territory. But Lyra has a deadly secret: she isn't weak, and she isn't an Omega. She is a forbidden, hidden hybrid carrying the ancient, golden bloodline of the Royal Lycans. For years, she has used a dangerous serum to suppress her true power, knowing that one slip-up will bring the executioner’s blade down on her neck. Everything changes on the night of the Alpha Ascension Gala. When a cruel setup shatters a tray at her feet, Lyra finds herself pinned under the lethal gaze of Alpha Killian—the pack’s ruthless new ruler who is actively hunting for spies. But when his hand grips her wrist, the universe snaps. Mate. Alpha Killian is her fated match. But with her scent chemically dead, the bond is warped. Killian doesn't see a Luna; he sees a dangerous, walking contradiction—a pathetic servant with a pulse that vibrates like a monster. Trapped in a game of cat and mouse with the pack's most dominant predator, Lyra must play the victim to survive. But as the lies unravel and her true power begins to claw its way to the surface, the Bloodmoon Pack will realize too late that the girl they brought to her knees is the very queen destined to make them bleed.

Years ago, Calla Ward was coerced into signing a contract that changed everything. She was a soft-hearted, naive girl who had been head-over-heels for Norman King for as long as she could remember. While she was seen as nothing, he was a powerful billionaire who was untouchably out of reach and a man she shouldn't have fallen in love with. But in fleeting moments when he looked at her and smiled at her, he made her feel seen, important and wanted. When she was told he wanted to have a child with her, she believed it was because he loved her and wanted a future with her. What started as a dream come true slowly turned into a nightmare that ended on unforgivable terms. She gave him everything, but she was given nothing in return. Heartbroken, shattered, and disposed of like trash, Calla must find a way to make him pay for everything he did to her. She thought revenge would be easy and sweet, but it had other plans. What happens when they both fall into a dangerous game of seduction and manipulation? Norman does not recognize her as the same woman in the past and his curiosity is piqued the moment she gets his attention. He sees her as a challenge, a puzzle to unravel, and a code to crack. Now, the game is on, and he is hooked. Can Calla keep her true identity and intentions hidden while they both play the dangerous game of cat and mouse?

"Little mouse thought she could run from us, but look at her now—spread open, begging, taking every inch like she was made for it." My toes curled as Caspian's deep octave sent shockwaves through my body. Zavian's hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to steal my breath. "Tell him how good it feels, pet. Tell him who owns this body now." *** I didn't mean to surrender to them, but I did. And one night of reckless abandon,born from heartbreak and humiliation, suddenly became my new addiction. It should have been nothing but a drunken mistake… but what happens when your biggest mistake refuses to let you go? When the men who once made you cry now make you scream their names in every hidden corner of the city… right under your ex-fiancé's nose? I should not crave them. I should not melt when Zavian's fingers dig into my hips while Caspian's mouth does sinful things between my thighs. I should not ache for the way they unravel me completely, turning me into a desperate, trembling mess who can't remember why she ever tried to resist… but I do. And they've made damn sure I understand that my body doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to them.

Ten years ago, Elara’s only refuge from Kaelan Vanderbilt’s cruel torment was her sketchbook. Now, she wears his brother’s engagement ring, poised to claim the loving family and safe life she’s always craved. Her past is a locked box, and gentle Liam Vanderbilt is the key to her future. But for Kaelan, the past is a weapon. The moment his brother introduces his fiancée, the quiet, artistic girl he once broke becomes an all-consuming obsession. He sees the fear in her eyes and replaces it with a dangerous, simmering desire. He will sabotage his brother, risk the family empire, and tear her perfect world apart to make her his. Elara is trapped between the man who represents everything she needs and the man who embodies the darkness she’s always feared… and secretly craves. As Kaelan’s campaign of seduction and psychological warfare escalates, he forces her to confront a terrifying truth: was she ever truly hiding from him, or was she waiting for him to find her again? The gala is the pinnacle of her new life, a celebration of her future with Liam. But as Kaelan’s hand settles on the small of her back, his lips brush her ear, and he whispers the same taunt that haunted her high school halls, the line between hatred and obsession shatters. “Run along, little mouse,” he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. “I’ve always loved the chase.”

The moment Tammy, my adoptive parents’ biological daughter, was found, she began to stage the scene of a ‘real vs fake heiress’ drama. Tammy had cameras installed all over the house. Nowhere was safe, not even in the privacy of the bathroom. When one shorted out during her shower, Tammy landed herself in the hospital. Through tears, she told my parents that I was trying to get rid of her and demanded to call the cops. During a dinner out at the hotel restaurant, Tammy lost her footing and fell into the pool, all the while dragging me down. She cried and accused me of pushing her into the water. Apparently, had she not been smart enough to pull me along the ride, I would’ve gotten her killed. While our parents were away taking care of our hospital bills, Tammy snapped me an intimidating look. “I’m warning you. I’m different from the other heiresses in my position. I won’t put up with your antics. You can’t hide who you really are from Mom and Dad! “I’m going to get you kicked out of this house!” I smirked to myself. The silly girl had no idea that the wealth of the family came from me. She was no heiress once I took my riches away with me.

When the property manager calls me, I'm in the middle of picking out the curtains for my new home while sitting behind my desk. "Ms. Grant, the moving truck hired by your partner is stuck in the underground garage of the apartment. Do you need help dealing with this incident?" My hand, which is clutching the mouse, freezes at that moment. I haven't even received my keys to my new place. How can I possibly be moving my things there now? "But Matthew showed up with the permission slip that you signed and claimed the keys. Right now, he's carrying the bed into the master suite. "He told me that you've given him permission to let your relative, Ms. Rosalie Sullivan, and her child move into the apartment." Rosalie Sullivan. That name makes my head buzz loudly. I have practically worked myself to the bone for ten years to secure the internal allocation that got me this subsidized apartment in the city center. In fact, I've only received the notification that I'll be receiving this apartment yesterday. To think that Matthew Lowe actually has the audacity to receive the keys behind my back and give the apartment to someone else! As for Rosalie, she's the poor widow left behind by Matthew's best friend. She and her child are also the very same people whom I've personally supported out of my pocket and looked after for three years. I clutch my phone tightly at that moment.

SYNOPSIS Beneath the shimmering lights of a city steeped in sin, Dante Rossi is a detective living in the shadows. He has successfully infiltrated the Valeriano family—the most feared mafia syndicate in existence—with a single mission: to gather the evidence needed to tear them down from the inside. As the personal bodyguard to Isabella Valeriano, the Don’s only daughter, Dante expects his greatest challenge to be the arrogance of a pampered heiress. However, behind the palace-like walls of the mansion, Isabella is no fragile doll. She is a woman of lethal intelligence, weaving her own web of betrayal. Isabella has known Dante’s true identity since day one, but rather than eliminating him, she transforms him into the primary pawn in her plan to overthrow her own father and avenge a childhood tragedy buried in blood. In this dangerous game of cat and mouse, the line between duty and desire begins to blur. Dante finds himself trapped between his oath to the law and a dark attraction to the woman he is meant to imprison. Meanwhile, Isabella begins to question if she can truly love someone destined to destroy her family’s legacy. When the night of the grand gala arrives, their secrets explode amidst the thunder of gunfire. Facing the barrel of a gun, Isabella and Dante must confront a bitter reality: in the world of the mafia, love is the deadliest weakness, and the only way to survive is to betray one another before the world destroys them both.

R18+ “Fuck off, Azrael!” I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. “So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?” Those cold, green eyes narrowed. “I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of.” ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into ‘Velmorne Academy’ but it was an exclusive college to only the Elites. Only those at the top. You know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle—It was a trap. Suddenly, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And worst of all? Azrael, the Alpha prince, has made me his special prey. He says I belong to him and he’d do whatever it takes to make me his. It's hilarious and crazy cause he has a fiancè and I’m just a nobody. It makes no sense. He’s an arrogant asshole. And I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence and yet, I keep provoking him. Now I get dreams that I do not understand…they are strange, violent, terrifying—it messes with my sanity and distorts reality. And I’m convinced it has something to do with this school. And Azrael? He’s at the center of it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~• WARNING: This book contains dark themes and content that some might find disturbing or distressing. Contents like: Bullying, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Explicit steamy scenes, Manipulation, etc…

To take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law, I quit my job and spent three years as a full-time househusband. That day, after cleaning up her waste, I hid in the bathroom with a cigarette between my fingers and came across a post on my wife’s boss’ Instagram. [You’re meant to be with me in the end. Since that freeloader can’t give you happiness, let me take you to the paradise of Maldev.] Above the caption were two plane tickets. Someone commented below. [That homemaker husband of hers is definitely clinging onto her. After all, she’s his meal ticket.] The boss replied. [Don’t worry. Tonight she’ll go home and come clean. She’ll say the company was caught falsifying accounts and is facing massive fines, and that she might need to serve jail time. [To keep that guy from getting dragged into it, the only option is divorce. He’s as timid as a mouse and will take any chance to flee.] I stared at the screen, stunned, until the cigarette burned my fingers. Ten minutes later, my wife rushed home, panic written all over her face. She dropped her bag on the floor. “Honey, something’s gone wrong with the company’s finances. They’re accusing us of falsifying accounts. I was solely responsible for the accounts. I might need to serve 10 years in prison, plus fines of more than ten thousand dollars. “We need to sign the papers before they seize our house. I don’t want to drag you and mom into this.”