Muscle Legends Script Infinite Strength

Book 3 in the Under the Moon Series: Maxen (or Max for short) has always enjoyed the old myths, legends and traditions of Wales, but he never expected in his wildest dreams to be dragged into one himself! When a huge red dragon lands in front of him, demanding a battle, Max is left perplexed by the notion. There is no reason for him to battle a living-breathing dragon! He refuses the challenge. After all, the dragon has an enormous advantage over Max. With the dragon not seeming to give up, and with even more supernatural beings coming into the picture, Max is about to find out what a God of the Underworld is capable of… the fire burns bright, but so too does the passion and desires of a God! Book 1: Under the Pale Moon Book 2: Under the Blue Moon Book 3: Under the Crimson Moon: A Dragon's Pride

They say a fated mate only happens once. So why do four powerful Alphas claim me as theirs? Amara Elwood's first shift should've been a celebration. Instead, she was publicly rejected by her mate and cast out like a curse. Broken, humiliated, and alone, she fled-only to collapse deep in the heart of the Infinite Pack's territory, a place feared by all. When she wakes, four Alpha males stand over her. Dangerous and unbelievably gorgeous. But Amara doesn't believe in second chances, and definitely not four. She doesn't trust their heated stares, or the way her body reacts when any of them are near. Especially Dante-the coldest of them, the one who fights his bond the hardest... and the one who haunts her most. Tension simmers. Secrets stir. And Amara finds herself tangled in a web of passion, power struggles, and pack politics as the Alphas begin to fall-hard-for the girl who was never supposed to survive. But love this dangerous doesn't come without a cost. And some bonds were never meant to be broken.

Fate is written in blood, and love burns under the moon. Lyra Hale lived in a quiet mountain town of Moonvale. But this town held many secrets, secrets that would change her life forever. The whispers of the Bloodmoon that haunt her dreams are far too real. One day she set out to interview teenagers who had been attacked by a wolf. At the scene she is drawn to the forest, and she entered when everything went silent. Lyra is attacked by a wolf and saved by another. Ronan Walford, the fierce Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack. Legends speak of the Moonborn, a woman whose bloodline can command wolves, or destroy them. As her powers awaken, so does the dark prophecy that binds her fate to Ronan’s.

A quick and easy trip. That's all the peace treaty mission was supposed to be. Sebastian knew better than to think it would go easily, not with his best friend at the helm of the mission. And for the first time in Sebastian's life, he is finding himself at odds with the man he is there to protect. And the main reason? The insanely pretty little thief who he is struggling to keep his eyes off of. Even if he has convinced himself it's because he doesn't trust her. Wren has spent her life searching for a way to free her mother from Alpha Alden's slavery and she finally has the answer— War. When a neighboring pack comes looking for peace Wren finds the opportunity to finally start the war she has been searching for. What she didn't expect to find was an attractive Alpha's son and his silent brooding muscle man who won't take his eyes off of her. And she isn't all that sure she wants him to… Plans go awry and mistakes are made but can love really conquer all, or is it merely a weapon to be used against them?

reincarnation? Well strength is everything to be a martial artist? No, that's wrong. Money takes a big part in that too Imagine that you have reached a level of strength when you pass it, you need some resources, will the strength help you then? You dream, if you want to be a true martial artist, you have to achieve both. Are you ready for that? If I'm not ready, I'll get ready, this is a new life It should be used as much as possible

Found in the marooned ruins of Chavand was a book ripped and torn. Its yellowed pages eaten up and coiled. Forgotten and unheard about was this book until it came to light. His legends lived on, his tales of valour prevailed. His glory seemed enternal and he was worshiped and adored. But his heart remained shrouded in a cloak of mystery. His emotions, his turmoils went unnoticed in an attempt to make him great. Seen as someone who was invincible and immortal, the Rana changes your perspective from his greatness to his soft heart. Written across the pages during his last moments, he wrote his own life. Where bards would be at a loss and poets were simply lost in his glory and valor, the Rana is said to be the only one who could write about himself.

In a tale woven with both love and obsession, Adele Romero believed she had mended her shattered heart when she delivered a flower to the grand mansion. Little did she realize that her actions had already captured his attention. He was known as the mysterious figure, harboring a dark obsession that consumed him completely. The lingering desires from their shared past and the chance at redemption compelled him to entrap her in his grasp. This time, he was ready to script their story with spilled blood and possessive intent, and she remained oblivious to his true identity. "Have you ever felt the touch of a rose?" he whispered, his silhouette looming before her. "Yes," she replied, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Each petal holds its own unique allure, painted with shades that evoke fascination. And when you press it against your lips, it imparts a magnificent sensation," his voice husky and laden with desire. In that sacred moment, she felt his lips graze her skin. "You, Adele, are like a rose." "And I yearn to crush this rose beneath the weight of my insatiable craving."

They say that I have gone mad, that I put on "an act of life or death" on the day of my younger sister's coming-of-age ceremony. They also claim that I lied to my husband to gain sympathy. However, they don't know that the true madman is the person whom they have misplaced their trust in. I am Winifred Gardner, the eldest daughter of the Gardners, and I am also secretly married to Zachary Hood, a mafia boss. He never announced our marriage within the last three years because I'm not yet "qualified" to be the wife of a mafia boss. My younger sister, Stella Gardner, acknowledges me as her elder sister while mixing muscle relaxants into my medications to render me weak, dull, and unable to fire a gun. As a result, I am once again mocked as someone useless. She steals my place, my parents' love, and my husband's trust while I'm labeled as mentally unstable and told that I pretend for the sake of sympathy. The moment I sign the organ donation consent form, I smile. This is the only document I can sign on my own initiative. But they're unaware that I've already recorded the truth beforehand. After I die, everyone will know who it was that poisoned me. When that time comes, they will cry and be filled with regret. But I will no longer forgive them.

Tagos sa kasalanan. Lunod sa tukso. Trixie Manalastas thought she had it all figured out—loyal assistant by day, quiet and composed by night. Pero nagbago ang lahat nang mapilitan siyang tumira sa iisang bubong kasama ng lalaking bawal niyang pagnasaan—ang brother-in-law niyang si Lance Dominic "Dom" Arriola. Tall, brooding, at laging naka-sando na parang kasalanan ang bawat muscle, si Dominic ang tipo ng lalaking tinitingnan mo lang dapat… pero hindi mo dapat hinahangaan. Lalo na’t kapatid siya ng fiancé mo. Pero paano kung sa bawat titig niya ay may banta ng tukso? Sa bawat sulyap, parang hinuhubaran ka na? Sa bawat gabing tahimik, may mga ungol na gustong kumawala? At paano kung isang gabing walang kuryente, sa ilalim ng init ng dilim, hindi mo na mapigilan ang sarili mo—at ang kasalanan ay hindi lang basta nangyari, kundi sinadya? This is not your typical love story. This is a tale of temptation, guilt, and a kind of pleasure na bawal pero hindi mo maitatangging gusto mo. Because sometimes… the one who ruins you, is the one you crave the most.

After three years of pretending to be dead on livestreams, I finally earned enough money to treat my daughter. I was about to go home and tell my wife and daughter when I overheard a call between the platform administrator and my wife. The administrator said humbly, “Chairman Morgan, Mr. Wells’s livestreams have generated tens of millions in revenue over these years. “The company withheld ninety-five percent of it. Should we keep withholding more?” Stacy fell silent for a moment before answering, “No need. Three years of testing him is enough. He barely moves year-round. He even developed muscle atrophy and didn’t tell me.” John’s voice came through the phone next. He said, “Stacy, Sam can even pretend to be dead, so what if this is an act too? “Besides, Emma’s already used to Sam being gone, so she probably won’t accept having a dad again anytime soon.” After some hesitation, my wife said indifferently, “If that’s the case, then withhold it for another six months.” I smiled and tossed the diagnosis report confirming amyotrophic lateral sclerosis into the trash. There was no need for them to test me anymore. I no longer needed to pretend.