Mob Of The Dead Ray Liotta

He was busy kissing her. Catching her breath, she took out the dagger and while he’s busy stripping her skirt. Kill. She stabbed his back. He froze as she met his eyes. He growled in pain as she pushed him hard but he grabbed her neck and throw her away. She hold the dagger tightly as she landed on her foot and knee. “You little bitch.” He growled as she raised her dagger, the tip was facing down and the sharp blade was facing him. He could feel the burn on his back as he laughed. “As I expected, you weren’t just a timid girl, Bella.” He watched those blank eyes. Like there’s no soul on it. Kill. There he heard it again as she attacked immediately and he caught her wrist the blade was near on his eyes. He gripped on it and he pinned her down on the floor as he broke her wrist in anger. She growled in pain as she released the dagger. He took it and throw it out. Now with other hand, he reached her right ear and pulled out an earpiece. He crumbled it into pieces as he growled. “Bella!” He growled. “You little traitor.” She whimpered as she tried to kneed him but his knees were on hers, completely holding her down. “Shhh!” He pressed his forehead to hers as he stared right into her eyes. “Bella, Bella. My. Mate.” She froze and stops struggling. He finally let her go as he carried her to bed. He reached her broken wrist and fixed it. Then, he put cloth around it to support it. He pulled out his phone and rang Paxton. Then, he tossed it away. “Mate,” straddled over her and reached her neck.

Elara Cadman’s life shatters when she discovers her husband, Damian—the man she was fated to—betrayed her with her best friend. But the pain runs deeper than she ever imagined. Damian never loved her; she was just a pawn in his revenge against her family. Stripped of her home, forced into a ruthless contract, and robbed of the child she secretly carried, Elara vows to destroy him. But as she digs deeper, shocking truths emerge—Damian had been fed lies all his life. His true enemy isn’t the Cadmans but someone far more dangerous. As a hidden war brews, their tangled past threatens to consume them both. Can Elara and Damian fight against their shared enemies, or will the weight of betrayal and bloodshed tear them apart forever?

Book One: Emma's time is quickly running out before Alpha Ezekiel, who killed her father, will forcibly mark her, and force her to become a weapon at his disposal. Her life is ruled by an endless loop of a pack's torment just to save more blood from being spilled with Alpha Ezekiel's obsession with her. As much as Emma hates what her life has become, she will endure almost anything to protect innocents. An insistent stranger bumps into her one day and changes her life drastically. Little does she know that he is the Beta of the Blood Moon Pack, one of the most feared packs around. He is drawn to her for reasons that he cannot explain. There is something special about her, but the truth is remarkable. Can he save her before her time runs out? Emma, along with the Alphas and Beta of Blood Moon, are thrust into a centuries long plan to rid the world of a darkness that threatens to destroy everything. Her power begins to manifest as she falls in love and learns who is fated to her. The plan reaches much further than any of them realize. Emma is the daughter of someone extremely powerful that she never knew about it until the plan is carried out. A powerful ally guides them as they face a very dangerous foe. Emma must rely on the teachings of her dead father, a gift she does not understand, and those closest to her. The she-wolf that everyone dismissed as weak growing up has a legacy that nobody can imagine. When darkness threatens to consume the world, she willingly gives her all. If they are successful, their kind will be protected and thrive. However, they only have one chance to succeed.

After discovering that her best friend Megan Francis her fiancèè, Anthony Rhones, at their engagement party, Stevie Carter called it off, never looked back, and disappeared into thin air. Anthony, being the arrogant, cocky, and evil CEO of a company, finds himself swept up in Megan's charm when she begins working for him out of desperation. But their courtship was filled with lies, betrayal, and secrets, for Anthony has a dark past.

Siya ang pinaka magandang babae para sa asawa niyang si Liam,pero noon iyon.....noong panahon na wala pa siyang malubhang karamdaman. Ang mas masakit na nadiskubri niya ay ang relasyon nito sa kababata nitong si Nathalie. Hindi niya masumbat si Liam at ang kabit nito dahil alam niyang darating ang panahon na mamamatay siya. Pero isang trahedya ang dumating sa buhay ni Amaiah.Akala ng lahat ay patay na siya pero iniligtas siya ng isang taga isla nang sumabog ang yate na kanyang sinasakyan. Sa islang 'yon ay natuto siyang lumaban.They trained her to be an assassin.Naging mabuti na rin ang pakiramdam niya sa islang iyon, totally free from cancer. May sumasabotahe ba sa kanya dati at puro kasinungalingan lamang ang sakit niya? Ano kaya ang madidiskubri niya sa muli niyang pagbalik sa buhay ni Liam bilang si SERENA? Mananaig ba ang kanyang pag-ibig sa dating asawa na ngayon ay kasal na kay Nathalie? o mas mananaig sa kanya ang kagustuhan na paghigantihan ang mga taong tinraydor siya? Ito ang istorya ni Amaiah aka " The Betrayed Wife"

Cassie is broken, beaten, and demoralised when she is forced to take extreme action. With the help of her friends, old and new, will she be able to survive the turmoil and find her true path?

Aku seorang wanita muda berusia 30 tahun dengan penampilan menarik, tapi suamiku tidak mau menyentuhku. Jadi, aku hanya bisa mengandalkan mainan untuk menghilangkan rasa kesepian. Sampai suatu hari, rumah kami mempekerjakan seorang tukang kebun baru. Badannya kuat dan rupanya tampan. Saat gairahku menggelora, aku menghampirinya ....

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

During my father's funeral, my husband pants heavily while pulling my cousin's legs around his waist in the morgue. She holds him saucily and asks, "How did it feel? I left my first time for you." He pulls her close, looking sated. "It felt mindblowing." She asks coquettishly, "When will you marry me, then?" His expression turns serious. "I can give you as much money as you want, but your cousin is the only woman who can be my wife. The company we've established together is going public soon." I record all of this. On the day the company becomes publicly listed, a video of their intimacy in the office is played on a humongous screen. Then, I sell my shares and travel around the world. That's when my ex-husband weeps and begs me to return.

On the highway, a chain-reaction crash happened out of nowhere. I was left with a fractured skull, barely hanging on. When my husband—who's a well-known respiratory specialist—showed up, he didn't even look at me. He rushed past, straight to his first love. She had nothing more than a scrape on her arm. I tried to call out for help, but he just turned and looked at me like I was being dramatic. "You're fine. Don't act like you're so fragile," he snapped, brushing me off like my pain didn't matter. At the hospital, things only got worse. He used his position to get every bit of attention, monopolizing the medical staff, and as my supposed sole family member, he signed the papers to abandon my treatment. "It's just a fractured skull," he said, sounding totally calm. "Save the woman in my arms first. She's a renowned painter. She's more important." As I started to lose consciousness, his muttered words cut through the fog, "You're better off dead. We don't want anyone knowing about Leona's drunk driving."