Miraculous Ladybug Stormy Weather

Audrey Vance is pushed to the brink as her meticulously planned life starts to fall apart. Desperate to save her family home from going into foreclosure and drowning in debt, she does the unimaginable and spends a night of reckless diversion at a Manhattan bar. But rather than making a quick getaway, she meets Damien Knight, a stunningly attractive millionaire who has a lethal charm and an unmistakable evil side. A passionate one-night encounter turns into something far more sinister as Audrey is drawn into Damien's world, where his riches and influence serve as a front for the secrets he conceals. However, when long-held secrets come to light and old foes reappear, Audrey quickly realises that being with Damien might cost her everything, even her heart. Will she weather the tempest of loving a guy like Damien, or will they be torn apart forever by the perils of his world?

` 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.

My husband is a rock climbing route setter. It's our wedding anniversary today, but he brings his female best friend with him on an adventure to discover uncharted territory. It comes about because his female best friend says life is so boring. We're trapped in the mountains when we encounter extreme weather, and the rescue helicopter can only take two people with them. They climb up the ladder deftly, leaving me to slowly grow colder in the rain. I shout his name with all my strength. "I have a heart condition! I'll die if I don't get to the hospital soon!" He throws a rope down at me without even sparing me a glance. "Luna has menstrual cramps—she never says she's in pain. You, on the other hand, are only good at acting. Think of a way to get down yourself." What he doesn't know is that his "good friend" has already sliced the rope he threw to me.

Kathalina Ruiz never believed in fairy tales. Her mother's dying wish bound her to enigmatic CEO Thirdie Stone in an arranged marriage she accepted out of duty, not romance. Yet somewhere between quiet nights and fragile smiles, Kathalina fell deeply for her distant husband only to keep her love locked away, too afraid it would never be returned. For three years, their marriage balanced on politeness and silence. Then one stormy afternoon shattered it all. Kathalina walked into Thirdie's office and found another woman-half-naked-sitting on his lap. Without demanding an explanation, she signed the divorce papers he placed before her, his gaze as cold as the ink that sealed their separation. What she never knew was that Thirdie's betrayal was a lie... a desperate act to protect her from the dangerous threats circling his empire. Heartbroken and grieving, Kathalina fled abroad. From the ashes of her pain, she rebuilt herself into a celebrated jewelry designer, admired for her elegance and independence. But fate had other plans. Years later, her mother's lawyer makes a revelation she has inherited a vast fortune and controlling shares in Stone Corporation. The life and the man she tried to escape are waiting for her return. Back in the city where it all began, Kathalina comes face-to-face with Thirdie once more. Old wounds resurface, secrets linger in every shadow, and danger draws closer than ever. Now, she must decide to protect her heart from the man who once broke it or uncover the truth he buried......a truth that could change everything she thought she knew about their past. A story of love, sacrifice, and second chances, The Stones We Keep asks.....is it ever too late to believe in a love that never truly died?

"Say you are mine, Aphrodite," he growled; his voice low and hoarse. His eyes were dark with anger and full of obsession. "No, you can't just tell me what to do. You have to ask me to be your girlfriend first. You can't just declare that you own me," I said, my voice rising. I watched as his eyes darkened to a stormy black, and he advanced on me like a predator cornering its prey. I stumbled backwards until my feet hit the edge of the bed, and I sat down hard. He loomed over me, his eyes burning with something I couldn't name. He gave a slow, satisfied smirk, seeing that I had nowhere to run to. "You've been mine since the first moment I laid eyes on you. Every part of you belongs to me, your body, your soul, your heart. I don't need to fuck you senseless to make you understand that, princess, or do I?” He bent down until his face was level with mine, his eyes boring into me. I felt a blush rising to my cheeks at his words, and the intensity of his gaze. Aphrodite parents gave her up for adoption immediately after she was born. She struggled to make ends meet, but finally managed to get a job at a company. One night after a long and tiring day at work, she and her friends went to a recently opened club. There, someone drugged her, and the drugs took effect. She had sex with the last person she would have expected. Tired of being used for his money by the women he has been dating, he decided he was done with dating. Thorne Rocco went to check on his new investment, a nightclub he had recently opened

His fingers slid into my hair, tugging just enough to tilt my head back and expose my throat to him. “We shouldn’t be doing this, Mr. Turner,” I breathed, my voice breaking on a gasp as he found a sensitive spot just beneath my ear and sucked lightly. His growl was low and primal, vibrating through my skin as he pressed his body against mine. I felt every hard line of him, his heat bleeding through my clothes. “Why not?” he murmured, his voice rough with restrained need. I swallowed hard. “You’re… you’re my ex-fiancé’s father.” He paused. For a moment, everything stilled… his breath against my throat, the air between us, even the rain outside seemed to hesitate. Then he lifted his head, and our eyes locked. His were a stormy blue, intense and unwavering. “No one has to know, Catherine,” he said quietly, his voice was like a dark promise wrapped in silk. Then he leaned in with his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “I can be your dirty secret.” A shiver ripped down my spine. His words settled deep in my gut, awakening something dangerous. I bit my lip. Every cell in my body screamed for me to walk away but I didn’t. Instead, I gripped the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him hard. Desperately. He rumbled low in his chest, kissing me back with equal hunger, his hands roaming my body like he already knew every curve. When he finally broke the kiss, I was breathless. Then he dropped to his knees between my legs, with his eyes darker now. “I’m going to show you the world,” he said. “If you’d let me.”

It’s been a stormy three weeks for Benita Dawson. It all started when Gaby fell ill, then it took the most unexpected turn. The truth behind her marriage of ten years unraveled! Benita Dawson wasn’t loved, she was being used. She had chosen him against her father’s wishes, only to uncover that she was just being used? They were the dream couple in college. For them, the word “college sweethearts” was formed. Was it all a lie? When Benita discovers the truth, she will stop at nothing to bring him down. With his billionaire brother by her side of course. Cilian Dawson is finally out of prison. He has vowed to take down his enemy, the one who put him there. “I’m not just taking back what’s mine— I’m taking everything he’s values. The company. His status. His perfect little wife. One by one, I’ll strip him bare. And you’ll be the first thing he loses.”

One night was all it was supposed to be... But fate doesn’t play fair—especially with wolves. Raya Voss is the fiercest Alpha the Northern Territories have ever known—ruthless, powerful, and feared by all. But when a stormy night leads her into the arms of a mysterious, silver-eyed stranger, passion ignites. One unforgettable night. No names. No strings. No consequences... or so she thought. Now, the stranger she can’t stop dreaming about is back—and he’s more than off-limits. He’s her fated mate. He’s also the innocent younger brother of her greatest enemy. As forbidden desire threatens to unravel her iron control and secrets claw their way to the surface, Raya must choose between loyalty and love, betrayal and survival. Because when two souls are bound by fate, nothing—not even war—can tear them apart. Possessive. Dangerous. Addictive. This Alpha doesn't play games—she claims what’s hers.

"Alex! I promise you, this child is yours. I have remained loyal throughout our marriage. Please trust me; I have never been unfaithful to you!" Margaret pleaded to her husband of three years, the only man she had ever truly loved, Alex Westwood, who gazed at her with intense disdain and contempt. Margaret's married life had been idyllic until her sister, Esther, entered the scene and disrupted her seemingly flawless relationship by claiming her husband for herself. On a stormy evening, Alex threw his pregnant wife from the Westwood Mansion after he had signed the divorce documents. As she stood before the closed gate of the Westwood Mansion, Margaret vowed to avenge herself against Alex and Esther for their betrayal. "I shall return back to the thus Mansion one day and make you pay miserably!" I promise you that. Six years later, Margaret returned to the Westwood Mansion accompanied by her smart and cute five-year-old son and her new husband, Aaron Westwood, the rightful heir to the Westwood family, who dotted on her like a little girl, astonishing everyone as her revenge against her enemies began to unfold. What will happen when Alex realizes his mistakes and wants her back? Who's the real father of Margaret son, Leo?

He joined them like the others to destroy me. When he was good, he made me believe we could weather the storm. When he turned bad he made me believe he was the storm. “Good luck to your present Luna and if you haven’t good luck when you find her. I never loved you more than a friend, and today I’ll repeat I don’t love you, never did and never will not in a million years. What happened between us was in the past which was never meant to blossom. Let me go, I don't belong here, not in this pack and never will….” Before the words could successfully leave my lips a deafening sound rocked the cell and a large open dent came on the wall. Tagon. He took long hoarse breaths, his tight fist stuck in the wall. His eyes darkened with angry growls. What kind of a man has he turned to? It felt so hard not to think of the past. It was so hard not to think about how things were. The good days. He was the sweetest man I’ve ever met. I was foolish back then to think those affections were real. I was stupid to think my tainted blood could be made pure by garnering his favor and his affections. There were only two events he ever got mad: the first time we met where he met me crying and the second was when I told him… nevermind. He clicked his tongue sharply, “As long as you live you would forever be under my dominance. I own you. Your life, your blood and even your soul to do whatsoever my soul pleases. You are my slave and that’s your lot!”