Muscle Legends Script Infinite Strength

“A love timed too soon, a secret held too long.” After a one-year trial marriage born from heartbreak, MaiMai disappears with a vow: to raise their child alone, never revealing the truth to Rayn Jasper. But fate flips the script when her CEO-friend’s latest client turns out to be him. And now, seven years later, Jasper is no longer the heartbroken man she left—he’s powerful, distant... and suspicious. What happens when love’s biggest secret demands to be heard?

Sinopse Henry Zattani paid for a crime he didn't commit. In prison, he swore revenge. With a few months to reach his freedom, his revenge plan gained a new script and the main character is the youngest daughter of his enemy, Amelia Leal. Amelia knows that her last name attracts the most diverse predators, however, she is even more certain that being the bastard daughter, but still, she will do anything to protect her family.

High school is hard. Being an outcast omega werewolf? Even harder. Evelyn “Evie” Hart has spent her life on the outskirts—first of her pack, now in a new town—hiding the secret she can’t seem to unlock: her wolf. But Silver Ridge High isn’t your typical high school, and neither is the nearby forest that seems to pull at her every step. Then there’s Caleb Blackwood—the brooding, magnetic future alpha of the Silver Moon pack. Their connection is instant, undeniable, and complicated. While the mate bond tugs at them, Caleb’s walls and the pack’s politics make getting close impossible… especially with Lydia, a scheming prospective Luna, determined to make Evie fail. Caught between desire, danger, and a destiny she doesn’t fully understand, Evie must navigate pack hierarchy, high school drama, and the thrilling but unpredictable awakening of her powers. In a world where loyalty is tested, love is forbidden, and wolves are far more than just legends, Evie will discover that true strength comes from embracing who she is—even if it means defying the pack, her mate, and everything she thought she knew about herself.

"You shouldn't be touching me." he growled, his voice low and ragged, every muscle beneath her nimble fingers felt the tremors of restrained power. The heat of his skin radiated through her gloves. "If I stop, you'll bleed out." His hand shot up, curling gently-but firmly around her wrist. His eyes, a shade of hellish red in the dim lights, locked onto hers. "No, doctor," he whispered, his lips forming a stern pressed line. "If you stop, it won't be the blood that kills me. It'll be the hunger." Dr. Eleanor Airlea never believed in myths-until the night a wounded stranger staggered into her veterinary clinic under a blood-red moon. The wolfs injuries should have killed him, but his body healed with a feral strength she couldn't explain. His piercing eyes, wild and magnetic, left her both terrified and captivated. Raphael is no ordinary man-he's a werewolf, royalty no less with a bloodline that binds him to the violent laws of his pack and the forbidden desire that burns whenever Eleanor is near. In a world where hunters stalk the night and betrayal lurks under every silver light, their passion becomes as dangerous as it is irresistible. She's the healer who should fear him. He's the predator who has set his eyes upon her. And when blood and desire mix under the next full moon, neither of them will be able to resist the pull of destiny. "I don't care what you are," she said, her pulse racing as she held his gaze. "You were bleeding. You needed me." His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Careful, doctor. Saving a wolf can make you his."

After being betrayed by her boyfriend and stepsister, Faye Brown married a hotel waiter on a whim. For a while, she thought her life would turn out to be yet another clichéd script of a rich beauty rescuing a poor guy from the trenches of poverty before her husband, Cedric Shaw, turns out to be a billionaire instead. As their true identities gradually unveil, Faye and Cedric find the realities they once knew and believed unraveling at its seams. How much of what they thought was true are, in fact, lies? More importantly, could this impromptu masquerade be a quest for true love instead?

Jonea lost her parents and twin brother in a significant incident. She was also separated from her mate—Aland Hamilton, who was held captive by the Alpha King. The uncle will sell Jonea to Alpha King, known for hurting his mates. Because Jonea is an unawakened lycan with rare holy blood. According to ancient legends and prophecies, Jonea is believed to be the Red Moon Girl. So many parties want her blood because it can be used to increase their strength. Unfortunately, Jonea didn't have the strength to protect herself and free her mate from the Alpha King's prison. Because the Lycan inside her still couldn't wake up. Finally, Jonea created a contest. She offered herself to anyone who could help her awaken the lycan within her. She will share her sacred blood with the guardian. The contest brings Jonea to the cruel and powerful Lycan King, who wants Jonea to be his wife. Unfortunately, that man is the only one who can awaken the Lycan soul inside Jonea's body. Would Jonea trade her freedom to become the Lycan King's bride? Can Jonea awaken the Lycan within her and get revenge on the Alpha King who tried to frame her? Book 1: Trapped by Four Alphas Book 2: Red Moon Girl: Bride of the Lycan King

I have had a crush on Yannick for ten years but was too scared to confess. Then, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. So, I tied him up and took what I wanted—again and again. His eyes burned red as he struggled. "Yulia! If you’ve got the guts, untie me!" I thought that the second I let him go, he would strangle me in fury. But instead, he flipped the script—dominating me with a raw, almost punishing intensity, not stopping for a second. "Yulia, do I look like some weakling to you? So weak that you had to drug me?"

before all man can remember, monsters roam our lands, special group of people named keepers has known the history of how monsters were vanquished and removed from our world. all monsters are now fiction, can be read in books and heard in legends, however, another group of people seeks chaos and want to free these monsters known only from our books and legends.

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

“You smell like mine.” Lyra never believed the legends about Lycans. They said those monstrous, feral creatures with strength far beyond wolves. But when she tries to save a child from a rogue attack, her blood spills on sacred soil… and her hidden bloodline awakens. Miles away, Ares Nightbane, the terrifying Lycan King, turns feral when her scent hits him like a drug. Her pain drags him across kingdoms in minutes. Her fear breaks what little sanity he has left. He finds her bleeding. Shaking. Dying. And the moment his eyes meet hers, the ruthless king loses absolute control. He pins her to the ground with a growl, breath hot on her throat. Not to kill her. Not to save her. But because the bond, the one he swore to destroy has chosen her. “Run if you want,” Ares snarls, lips brushing her ear. “I’ll chase. I’ll devour. I’ll claim every inch of you until the moon rises in your eyes. You are mine, little wolf. Mine to protect. Mine to ruin.” Lyra is poor, brave, and stubborn enough to defy a king. But resisting the Lycan who can cross kingdoms in minutes? The king whose madness is soothed only by her scent? The king who would tear apart the world to keep her? She might survive the monsters outside the palace but surviving the one obsessed with her? That may be impossible.