My S-class Hunters

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" I got up from my desk and walked over. Just as I placed my hand on the washing machine, a wave of numbness surged through my body. My heart pounded wildly before I convulsed and collapsed on the floor. Just before everything went dark, I heard my wife on the phone. "He has collapsed. He should be dead by now." The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my wife asked me to fix the washing machine. I then decided to secretly follow her, only to discover she was posing as a topless model for her art teacher.

I went to exactly one party in my new, wealthy neighborhood. Then my neighbor Brenda sued me. In court, she held her bruised and battered daughter, Tiffany. She accused my son of rape. Mid-hearing, Tiffany tugged her collar down. Red marks circled her neck. "He tried to rip my pants off," she sobbed. "He tried to force himself on me. I fought back. So he beat me. He ruined my face!" Outside the courthouse, protesters held up signs, calling my son a piece of trash, a spoiled rich kid. Online, a photoshopped memorial of me went viral. The caption read: The unfit mother should die with her son. My company’s stock plummeted. But I just sat there. Stone-faced. I asked for my son, Cooper, to be brought in. The courtroom doors opened. Cooper walked in. Everyone froze.

It's my first time going on a trip with my boyfriend. I overhear him on the phone with his friend as they discuss how he's going to deflower me. "Grayson, you should be able to have your way with Summer this time, right?" "Don't even talk about that. She's so conservative—I've said and done everything, yet she refuses to budge!" I lower my hand instead of knocking on the door. I stand outside the room and listen as he continues. "Come off it. We've given you so many ideas in the group chat, haven't we? Have none of them worked? And didn't you guys get a room yesterday? You should've just brought sedatives. Think about how easy it would've been if you could've just knocked her out!" Grayson Hale snaps, "I forgot, alright? Besides, who would've known there'd be two beds in the room? She insisted on sleeping separately, too. I sneaked onto her bed in the middle of the night when I saw she was asleep. She woke up just as I was about to take off her clothes and kicked me off!" My blood runs cold. My hands tremble as I reply to my boss' message. "I accept headquarter's decision to transfer me."

Ellie James, 50, aches for physical connection after years alone. She succumbs to Leo, 24, whose dangerous charm masks a cruel con: seduce her, gain trust, and drain her finances to pay his ruthless creditors. The plan shatters when Ellie learns Leo is the obsessive ex who once wrecked her daughter, Maya. Worse, the scheme was orchestrated by Ellie’s best friend and rival, Giselle, to destroy her. But the game flips. Leo’s cold con transforms into raw, obsessive love for Ellie. Now, explosive questions remain: Can Maya ever accept her mother with the man who still haunts her own desires? Will Giselle succeed in pushing her husband — Ellie’s regretful ex husband — back into Ellie’s bed? And will Ellie’s money truly save Leo from his violent debtors, or will they demand more?

When my husband threatened me with divorce for the hundredth time, demanding I sacrifice myself for my sister, I did not cry or make a scene. I simply signed my name on the divorce papers and willingly handed over the man I had loved for ten years to my sister. A few days later, my sister spoke recklessly at a banquet and offended a powerful family. Once again, I stepped forward to take responsibility, bearing all the consequences in her place. When they later proposed that I become a test subject for my sister's drug research, I gladly accepted. Mom and Dad said I had finally grown into someone mature and responsible. Even my cold husband stood by my hospital bed and, for the first time in so long, gently stroked my cheek. He said tenderly, "Don't be afraid. The experiment won't be life-threatening. When you get out, I'll cook you a big meal." However, he did not know that regardless of whether the experiment was dangerous or not, he did not have to wait for me because I was already dying from a terminal illness.

Watch me roast my ex husband that set me up and humiliated me, just to make his way out of our marriage and put the blame on me. Well i made him regret it while having the best moment of my life with my new man.

"What do you mean by that? I don't want to stay away from you," he said calmly. "Well you have to. Your reputation is at stake if you continue being seen around me." "Okay, so what?" He said nonchalantly and I raised an eyebrow at his words. "Look, Olivia, I don't care about any of that," he said and moved closer to me. Unconsciously, my legs moved back out of fear of being so close to him and he moved in on me, finally backing me up against a walk. "I only care about you," he said as he reached out to touch my cheeks and I couldn't tell if he could feel the red blush that appeared on my face. "Only you," he whispered and he stood so close to me that I was sure that he could hear my heart beating Slowly, I watched him close the remaining distance between us and I could not move. My name is Olivia and I am falling madly in love with my stepbrother. Will I have my happy ending with him or will I keep yearning for his touch forever.

My fated mate, Sebastian Grant, was the most brilliant healer on the continent. Specializing in treating wolfsbane, he had saved countless of our kind. To everyone else, he was a miracle walking among us. But he had a childhood friend and fellow apprentice, Sabrina Jordan. If Sebastian was famous for curing poison, then Sabrina was infamous for creating it. For years, she studied toxins while he developed antidotes. They worked so closely together that the pack slowly stopped distinguishing danger from jokes. That was until the day she tested a new kind of wolfsbane on me and I almost died. When I woke up, Sebastian was sitting beside my bed, writing a prescription for me. "Christina, don't blame Sabrina. My mentor and I have spoiled her. She knew I'd be able to cure you, so she was just messing around. She never meant to hurt you." He said it so casually, as if I had caught a cold. Not as if my organs had been failing and I had been a breath away from death. Before I could respond, someone burst into the room shouting that Sabrina had poisoned herself. Sebastian stood up and rushed out at once, his steps hurried and almost frantic. He never noticed that my prescription was missing a key herb. Just like that, the antidote that was supposed to save me became a poison that quietly sped up my death. That was when the Moon Goddess spoke inside my mind. [You can only return to the human world if you die at the hands of your fated mate. But are you sure you want this?] I lowered my gaze to the prescription in my hand, the ink still fresh. Sebastian himself had written it. The same hands that saved countless lives had just written the final prescription that would end mine. "I'm sure," I whispered.

I had a dream that spoiled the whole book for me. It turned out I wasn't the main character, but the mean girl side character. My extremely obsessive brother, whom I wasn't even related to, was actually the main lead. I fell for the second lead and begged for his love, but he never wanted me. Instead, I kept hurting my brother, over and over. Later, my brother was saved by the heroine, and that was when I realized he was the one I truly loved. But by then, it was way too late. And just now, I had forced my brother to drink a glass of wine I'd slipped something into.

“Of course, I love you,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desire as I looked into Gabriel’s intense gray eyes. “But you need to be careful. We can’t let my brother find out.” He pressed me firmly against the wall, his lips brushing my ear. “I’m always careful, my little doll,” he murmured, his voice raw with need. “But right now, this man” he pointed at his hard member “needs to be inside that sweet pu**y of yours.” With a swift, passionate movement, he lifted me and laid me gently on the bed, his deepening as he circled his tongue all over my mouth. Ava Morales returns to Switzerland, haunted by her tragic past. But Gabriel Pierce, her brother’s energetic billionaire best friend, offers her an unexpected escape. As she begins to let go of the darkness and revenge she carried, their deepening connection seems like a new beginning. However, just as Ava believes she has found her haven, a shocking truth about Gabriel threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew. Can she handle the weight of his secrets, or will the revelations destroy her forever?