Names That Mean Fire Male

He was my billionaire boyfriend's father. And also the stranger I spent the night with. I spent two years being Marcus Sterling's secret. Until, on the night I discovered his betrayal, I fled into the rain and fell into the arms of a man who made me forget everything. The next day, Marcus asked for my hand. But when I was introduced to the family, I discovered the name of the stranger who had marked me: Arthur Sterling. His father. Now I'm trapped between the contract I signed with the son… and the bed of the man who made me crave the forbidden. And the worst part? Arthur doesn't seem willing to let me forget that night.

The last place Ava expected to see her ex-husband was the hotel bar on a rainy Thursday night in Manhattan. She froze the moment her eyes found him. Ethan Mitchell looked older. Broader. More tired. But the way he stood, one hand wrapped around a glass he had not touched, was painfully familiar. For a second, the noise around her faded. The laughter. The music. The clinking glasses. All she could hear was the echo of a life she once lived. She should have turned around. Instead, she walked closer. “Ethan.” He looked up, and whatever calm he had shattered instantly. “Ava.” Her name sounded different on his lips. Softer. Careful. Like something fragile. “I didn’t know you’d be here,” he said. “I didn’t either,” she replied, her voice steady even though her heart was not. They stood there, strangers tied together by memories too heavy to name. The divorce papers. The last argument. The silence that followed. “Do you want to sit?” he asked after a moment. She hesitated. Then nodded. It was supposed to be harmless. Just a drink. Just conversation. Just closure. But as the night stretched on, the distance between them shrank, and Ava realized something terrifying. Some loves do not die. They just wait. And that night, neither of them walked away. This is a story full of twist and emotions will the come back together after all these years of separation ? Or will they cheat on both of there spouses.

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.

After my rebirth, I no longer reached out to save Lucas when he was beaten half to death. Wherever he went, I went the other way. When he said we could be together, I refused without hesitation. I cut off every thread that tied us. In my last life, the moment I discovered this Omega was my fated mate, I fell for him recklessly. At first he was cold to me, but once we were together, he treated me with overwhelming care. I thought my sincerity and devotion had won him over. For twenty years, I used my position as the Alpha's daughter to make him the pack's Beta. The first thing he did after becoming Beta was frame my father and drive me to the edge of a cliff. He stood there with his first love in his arms, looking at me with pure hatred. "Why did you tear me and Catherine apart? Why did you make us miss each other for so many years?" In that moment, my heart died. I threw myself off the cliff. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lucas got beaten by his loan sharks. This time, I planned to stand back and watch the show.

(**SEQUEL TO PLAYBOY REHAB**) The feeling of rejection does not sit well for both Sebastian Harrison, new CEO of Harrison inc., and Leslie King, his personal publicist. As Sebastian's sudden motives start to grow more and more insensitive, Leslie is driven to change from the self proclaimed door mat that everyone runs to, to a woman who knows herself and what she wants in life. And what she wants, is the Sebastian Harrison she knew and loved, and Leslie is willing to play whatever game he is brewing up to get him back. But, with a little self discovery to her roots and digging through Sebastian's to find the truth, she finds herself in a deeper situation and a more difficult game with players she never intended to go against. The question is, is Sebastian Harrison worth the risk?

She came with claws and fire, scent like sin; his wolf didn’t stand a chance. Neither did he. ••• Brant Paxton has always been the wild one—gorgeous, untamed, and irresistible to everyone. But when Sable Knox returns, everything changes. She’s no longer the sweet girl he remembers. She’s fierce, sexy, and carries a scent that sets his wolf on edge. The heat between them is dangerous. Forbidden. But Brant can’t stay away. Sable once called the Paxtons her family, but one tragic night tore it all apart. Now she’s back, stronger and smarter, ready to make them pay—especially Brant. But nothing prepares her for the fire that ignites when they’re close. Her wolf wants him. Craves him. And Sable doesn’t know if she’s falling into his arms or into a trap. As old wounds reopen and passion burns hotter, Brant and Sable must choose: follow the rules or give in to the sin that could ruin them both. Content Warning: This book contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

My mate and my own brother both fell for a low-born Omega. My mate, Kael, kept delaying our Mating Ceremony. “Elara, you were born to be the perfect Luna. She… she has nothing. Just give it time, okay?” My brother, Liam, broke the vow he made to our dying mother. “Dahlia is so helpless, Elara. My duty to protect you extends to her. She needs it more.” On our birthday, Kael chose to comfort a hysterical Dahlia. On the anniversary of my mother's death, Liam was with Dahlia, getting her newly adopted pet treated at the vet. And when they stood on stage with her at the Wolf Summit, accepting the strategic planning award that was mine… I severed my link to the pack and left for good. But when they finally realized they could no longer feel my presence… The two men who cast me aside for a lowborn Omega tore the world apart, desperate for just one trace of me.

I go to the boutique my son has invested in to pick up the gown I've ordered for a banquet. Just as I'm about to leave, the manager, Wendy Reed, stops me and says that I still owe them money. She pulls out the bill. I look down at it and see that the boutique is charging me 300 thousand dollars for their creativity, 500 thousand dollars for fabric therapy, and one million dollars for their chief designer's mental wellness. On top of other expenses, the price totals up to two million dollars. I laugh incredulously and send a message to my secretary. "Withdraw our funding from my son's company and this boutique!"

Book 1: One night. One mistake. One man I should have never touched. I lived in my sister’s shadow all my life, the overlooked daughter, the forgotten fiancée. Then she came home… with the man who once promised me forever. I didn’t know he was hers now. I didn’t plan to sleep with her ex. But the truth always finds its way out, along with the secret I’m carrying. He was mine first. Now he belongs to her… And I might be having my sister's ex's his baby. ********************************************** Book 2: Random Wetness (Started from Chapter 129): Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company. Now the same stranger from that night keeps showing up… touching me like he owns me… making me feel things I shouldn’t. Things that burn. Things that terrify me. Oh, and did I mention my new boss? Yeah, we hate each other. At least, that’s what we keep telling ourselves. Will something crazy happen between us

I was a child who was born in a vocational school's toilet. To my mom, I was a stain in her life that she was given birth to after having her cherry popped by a delinquent when she was still young. I knew that Mom had been trying to kill me. Unfortunately, she hadn't succeeded so far. The first time she tried to get rid of me was when she decided to give birth to me in the toilet. It was a cold, winter month, yet she didn't give me anything warm to wear. The second time she attempted murder was when she got into grad school, which was based in the north. No one was around to take care of me, so she turned on the gas while holding me in her arms and clutching her train ticket. The third and last time happened when Mom was about to marry the man she loved. On the night before her wedding, she had tears streaming down her cheeks as she told me, "You're nothing but a burden. You ruined my life! "Do you know that I can only forget about all the pain and suffering you caused me after you die? Only then can I start a brand new chapter in my life!" I wiped Mom's tears off her face with my tiny hand. So, her wish was for me to die. On my birthday, my fever hit 104 degrees Fahrenheit. That was when I finally received the first slice of birthday cake in my entire life. I didn't have the heart to eat it, so I made my wish solemnly. "I hope that I will die soon." I heard that birthday wishes often came true. That way, Mom would be very happy.