Nice Superhero Names Novels & Stories

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner. "You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey! "By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?" I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar. "You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson." As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms. "That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"

Jasmine Hunt is vacationing with her parents in South Pointe, Miami, for one last weekend together before she goes away to college. Zain Perez is a college senior on a full-ride baseball scholarship to USC, home for the summer. What neither of them know is that their lives are about to change forever. Jasmine is from an affluent family in Maine who wants her to date young men from society. Zain is from a Cuban family who wants him to meet a nice Cuban girl and settle down. They both made promises to their families that they intend to keep but can’t deny their attraction. Jasmine promised her mother that she would wait to sleep with a man until she was married. But Zain comes up with a solution: Get married Friday and divorced Monday, while having the time of their lives for just one incredible weekend before going back to college. Sounds like a plan. But what was supposed to be a casual liaison ends up being their heart’s desire. Join Jasmine and Zain as they learn what it is to sacrifice for the good of family. But will their love be the ultimate sacrifice? Just One Weekend is a novel of a first love so epic that neither of them can forget… or deny.

Willow Creed always put her career before any relationships but found that the road to building your career could be a lonely one. When her editor suggests that she write a believable romance story, Willow is at a loss for words, especially since she's so jaded about the topic of romance. After hearing Willow complain to her best friend about her situation with her editor, Reid Grayson proposes that they enter into a fake relationship under two conditions: she attends his brother's wedding as his date to get his family off his back about finding someone special, and they are not to fall in love with one another. Willow knows that she would never fall for the arrogant and rude Reid Grayson, so she agrees. Will both of them be able to keep to the conditions set in place when Reid is hiding a secret that could potentially break her? **This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

Luna had a life she thought was safe. A husband. A family. A home. Then everything fell apart. Her husband left her for her stepsister. Her family turned against her. They called her names, blamed her, and walked away like she was nothing. Like she never mattered at all. She had no one. She had nothing. Then a stranger found her. A trillionaire with power, money, and secrets she could not even imagine. He gave her what her family never did. A chance. A way back. Now Luna is done crying. Done begging. Done being the woman everyone steps on. Her stepsister will pay for what she took. Her ex-husband will regret the day he chose wrong. Her father, her stepmother, everyone who smiled while she suffered will face her wrath. But the man who helped her is not simple. The closer she gets to the truth about him, the more she realizes this fight is bigger than she ever thought. She came back for revenge. What she finds might destroy her again. Or finally set her free.

Six years ago, a ruthless stranger fucked me senseless against a hotel wall, no names, no faces, just raw, filthy pleasure as he pounded me deep and filled me until I was dripping with his cum. Two weeks later, two red lines shattered my world. Pregnant. Alone. Disowned and betrayed, I raised my six-year-old son in secret and built a quiet life for us. Elara Vale thought her future was clear finish college, build her dreams, and someday have the perfect love story. But on the night she planned a romantic anniversary surprise, everything fell apart. Her boyfriend never showed… and in a haze of heartbreak and champagne, she made a mistake that changed everything. Just when she thinks life can’t get more complicated, fate pushes her back into the path of the mysterious stranger from that night… a man with secrets of his own and a past that could either save her or ruin her forever. But when the truth about the baby’s father finally comes to light… will Elara fight for her child or lose everything all over again?

My birthday present this year is a written contract titled 'Behavioral Reform Contract'. My fiance, who was the mafia head Matteo Giovanni, and my parents have already signed their names at the bottom. Together, they had me sent to the Behavioral Correction Center. … The windows are always shut, and the sunlight is filtered through the metal window bars. They drug, reprimand, and ostracize me to make me shove my feelings of aggrievement down. Even while I am being humiliated and punished, they teach me to force a smile and maintain a steady breath. It was all done in the name of "treating" me. A year passes, and I go from being a so-called "troublemaker" to their ideal version of me—quiet, elegant, and utterly perfect. Matteo beams at me and says, "You've finally become my perfect wife. We can finally marry." I match his smile, a gesture that they think means obedience from my part. However, it is not true. It is just me bidding my farewell before I leave for good. There's something I don't understand, however. They constantly found me lacking, so now that I am gone from their lives, why are they falling apart?

"It is nice to see you again, my cheater, slut, gold-digger ex-wife." -Rome Wilson. Without saying a word, Faye Reagon left her husband, Rome Wilson, and replaced him with the old, wealthy guy, Benjamin Sorsuela. Her husband tried to search for her to come back, but he failed, only did he recognize that his wife had cheated on him which made his life turned to miserable. He became furious, swearing at her wife. When he eventually discovered himself, he developed successfully when he met his real parents, who gifted him to run the company they had founded 47 years ago, and able to complete the Business Management course. He became a billionaire but was also a womanizer, cold-hearted, and ruthless. They finally met five years later. Faye is one of the applicant chosen, unaware of what kind of job, but she has no idea that her ex-husband is her boss. His rage goes up and he moves up to make plans to punish his ex-wife, and make her pay for what she did, so he immediately hire Faye as his secretary and his maid, and that the beginning of his sweet revenge.

She wears a mask everyday to hide her insecurities by being cheerful. She always felt inferior to her sister who's perfect in everything unlike her. Her life took a complete u turn when she met "Him"......AIDEN PARKER. He's the most handsome man she ever met. He's tall, handsome, hot, he's perfect. If only he hadn't been such a cocky, annoying and arrogant prick. "I haven't noticed it till now. Nice butt, you're looking hot." he commented making her feel annoyed than she already is. "Seriously!? I can't believe that you're flirting with me. Last time I remember, you were dying to get back with my sister." He winked at her instead of giving a reply, and that act alone made her scoff in disbelief. "What a cocky bastard he is!" She mumbled under her breathe. What would happen if they had to be in a relationship with each other? She's a person who always keeps watering her insecurities while he's a man who is just so full of himself. Will he help her to shine brighter?

"Why did you save me?" Prostitution wasn't exactly the future I'd pictured for myself. But fate landed me in a brothel I couldn't escape, and a life that stripped me of my humanity. Until he came in. The man who looked down at people like they were nothing but dirt and planted bullets in the heads of people for staring at him the wrong way. His name was Killian Morozcov. He came into The brothel and left with me, and no matter how much I pleaded at the time, he refused to tell me why. when he did, though, I wished he hadn't. because killian hadn't meant to save me that night in Vegas...he had come from to save his sister and made the costly mistake of leaving with me instead. our relationship built into something fragile that shouldn't exist and would no doubt, ruin us. especially when we continued to discover how much of it was built on lies. In my experience, I've learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Nice people were always the quickest to swing the knife. And Killian Morozcov was by far the nicest man to ever cross paths with me.

The Moon Goddess offered me her protection. If I died, I'd get one chance to be reborn through the werewolf trials. I was born with "sensory impairment." I wasn't an Omega, but I couldn't shift into a wolf. I couldn't see or sense wolves in their lupine forms or their power. When I appeared alongside ninety-nine other trial candidates in an ancient rainforest shrouded in thick fog and darkness, everyone assumed I wouldn't make it past the first day. But here I was, in the terrifying rainforest nests, treating a ghostly wolf pup, drowned for its unusual coat color, as my own little cub. And, I flirted with a bloodthirsty vampire spirit who took pleasure in killing, treating him like a lover. I even befriended the evil twin Hexenbiest, treating them like sisters. The first time we met, I reached out and ran my hand over the vampire's abs. "Nice body," I commented, "just a bit on the short side." He let out a humorless laugh, reattached the head he'd been holding to his neck, and gripped my chin. "I'm six-foot-five," he said. "Want to take another look?"