Monarch Of Iron Body

On the day of my daughter’s dance competition, a madman suddenly charged at her with an iron rod. To protect her, I took dozens of hits, and my arm was brutally broken. My husband, William Zafron, caught the madman on the spot and rushed us to his private hospital. In the hospital room, I woke up from the pain and tried to call for William. Then I overheard the doctor asking him, “Weren’t we just replacing the knee joint? Why did you hurt Ms. Nina and kill Ella?” “Nina only has a broken arm and some wounds. Her injuries aren’t fatal.” William replied, “Ella’s purpose was to be an organ carrier for Sophia’s daughter. Now that she has fulfilled her role, there’s no need for her to live. “After all... Sophia’s daughter is my own child.” That was when I realized that my daughter was just an organ carrier to him. What he did not know was that Sophia’s daughter was not even his.

Isadora didn’t want to come to Ashwyck Academy. It wasn’t the haunting towers or the iron gates that unnerved her. It wasn’t the students—dark, beautiful, terrifying things cloaked in magic and menace. It was what it meant. Coming here was a last resort. A whispered admission from her parents that something was wrong with her. That despite being born of a temptress and a mind-bending killer, despite all the bloodlines and rituals and whispered prophecies—Isadora was still painfully, tragically human. She was quiet, clever, and careful. Not powerful. Not wicked. Not like the others. Her parents called it “late blooming.” The High Table called it “defective.” But no one said it out loud. Instead, they tucked her into Ashwyck like a final gamble and hoped the academy could awaken whatever dark inheritance slumbered beneath her skin. She hadn’t wanted to come. She still doesn’t belong. But Ashwyck has its own secrets. And Isadora is about to discover that the parts of her she’s most afraid of are the ones they’ve been waiting for.

He leaned in, inhaling her sweet scent as his hands traveled from her back to her waist, and then down to her thigh. She felt her breath hitch as she let out a small gasp. "We shouldn't be doing this." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then tell me to stop." His voice was low, daring, as his fingers traced slow circles on her skin. *** Lucy had always lived life on her own terms, until the night everything changed. One moment, she was free; the next, she was bound to Barry Cooper, a cold, dangerous man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist. She never expected to be trapped in a world of power struggles, deceit, and unspoken desires. But as the lines between captor and captive blur, Lucy realizes she’s caught in a deadly game, one where trust is a luxury and survival is not guaranteed. Will she escape the ruthless mobster who owns her… or will she become his greatest obsession?

“You can fight me all you want, hate me and even curse me, Sienna! But you'll forever be mine. No one! Not even the goddess can touch what belongs to me.” Sienna was a rogue, a nobody— a woman who had no place in his massive world. She was fierce, sharp-tongued and determined to survive. Kieran was ruthless, untouchable— the Alpha King feared by all. He was a king who ruled with an iron fist— he trusted no one, power was his weapon and control was his obsession. Yet she disobeyed him, when she looked him in the eye with an untamed fire, he felt something he'd never felt— obsession. She was dangerous, a betrayer he needed to crush. But the more he pushed her away, the more he craved to own her. When she finally dared to challenge him…he knew one thing— she was his, even if he had to break her. Will surrendering to him destroy her or will it be her only way to survive?

I'm dying, and so is Sean Quinton. He still has hope, though. I don't. Why? Because once I die, my body will become the first to have passed due to a special infection. It'll be dissected and researched to help cure Sean. So, his daily task becomes urging me to die. Unfortunately for him, I'm unwilling to save him another time, so I die not because of the infection but because of carbon monoxide poisoning. It's enough to destroy the symptoms my body shows and ruin their plans to research my corpse.

Imagine waking up, your body battered and bruised, knowing who your are but not recognising where you are. Fear taking over your body as you realize you do not know those around you either... --------------------------------------------------------- What would you do if your fated mate was injured in a rogue attack so badly she had no recollection of her life? Her home? Her pack? Of you? Everything you shared was gone... This is the life Beta Rocco and his fated mate, Aria now face. But, is there any chance regaining what they once had? Or is all hope lost?

I'm going to die. In the eyes of the underworld, I was a sinner. My death would be a final, cursed dishonor. But even with the Ricci family in ruins, I was still the noble Principessa. The Ricci pride in my blood would not allow my body to fall into the hands of a rival Family. Humiliation. Desecration. Photographs flaunted for all to see. I didn't much care if my body became a trophy to celebrate their victory. But if the world knew the last of the Ricci bloodline had become a plaything for our enemies, it would be a disgrace to the entire Family. After weighing my options, I dragged my broken body to the turf of my ex-boyfriend, the man I'd left seven years ago, now the Don of the Falcone family. "After I die, I need you to handle my body." He was silent for a long moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Of course. I'll sink you in the Hudson River with a tombstone tied to your feet, engraved with the name of your filthy family."

What will you do if one day, you'll just wake up and found yourself, out of nowhere, with a different body than you have before? Moreover, having a notable and good-looking multi-billionaire husband. Meet Agatha Montana, a lone wolf. Since she was young, her parents manipulated her life. Her entire life seems she gets to be alone, even though she has parents to be with. A werewolf who escaped on her fate, by marrying a ruthless alpha. A werewolf who died in order to save her beloved vampire—Lucas. As Agatha woke up and find herself existing in the world of mortals, immersing in a body of a human. Little did she know that she was possessing a body, whose most honorable and illustrious wife of one of the most triumphant multi-billionaire’s in the country of New York—Don. Dravor Dawyro Alicco. Will Agatha be able to deal with the fate that awaits in this conflicting world of her? A disguised society that is filled with deceptive politicians, guileful sovereignty, delusive laws and orders, lethal temptations, agony, and noxious ambitions, which many of us loathe about.

Avery is a full housewife without a job and a child, she has always harbored the desire to be a painter and always fully had her husband's support but everything came crashing down when she caught her husband and her adoptive sister having an affair. On the very night, she caught her husband, Jake couldn't leave Avery alive due to the fact they had to keep their affair for him to be able to become the heir, he and Isabella conspired and had Avery killed by assassins. * * * Avery woke and found herself in a popular actress's body whose name was Eileen, she realized her soul had transmigrated into Eileen's body but still had both her and Eileen's memories. The very first day she found herself in Eileen's body, she realized she was already married to an unknown man. With high hopes, Avery was taken by surprise on her consumption night when she found her so-called husband lying in a coma. “ How are we supposed to enjoy this night together in this state, dear husband?”

Yvonne Xander had three of her ribs broken before she finally managed to escape from the mental asylum. After she escaped, the first thing she did was to sign the agreement to donate her body after her death. “Miss Xander, we must let you know that this is a special donation. Your body will be used to test a new chemical reagent. By then, there might be nothing of you left.” Yvonne pressed down on her aching chest. Her broken ribs made her voice sound like a broken ventilator. With great difficulty, she grimaced. “Just what I want.”