Oh No No She's Confident

Era o nosso sétimo aniversário de vínculo. No entanto, Xavier Ashton, o Alfa que controlava tudo, trouxe para casa sua amante grávida. Durante os últimos sete anos, ele me venerou. Beijava minha mão na frente de todos e dizia que eu era sua lua, a única Luna de sua vida. E agora, sua mão repousava sobre a barriga de outra loba, como se exibisse um milagre. — Ela está carregando meu primeiro filhote. Você tem o poder da Deusa da Lua. Quero que a abençoe. Além disso, ela tem tido pesadelos durante a gravidez, então ficará com o quarto principal. Fiquei paralisada, quase convencida de que tinha ouvido errado. — Você está brincando? Aquele é o meu quarto! Ele ergueu o olhar, o tom carregado de advertência. — A partir de hoje, é dela. A raiva quase me fez rir. Minha voz tremeu, mas estava clara. — Você engravidou uma loba Ômega insignificante e a trouxe para dentro da nossa casa? Xavier Ashton, você enlouqueceu de vez! — Não vou repetir isso uma terceira vez. Saia agora. Sua aura ficou gélida em um instante. A pressão de Alfa veio direto contra mim, fazendo minha loba interior choramingar. Ele achou que eu me submeteria obedientemente, mas não sabia que eu já havia arrumado minhas malas semanas antes, quando recebi o vídeo do caso dele. Enquanto eu caminhava em direção à porta da frente, ouvi-o zombar atrás de mim: — Deixem ela fazer birra. Em menos de três dias, vai voltar rastejando. Os membros da alcateia riram às minhas costas, já apostando em quantos dias eu aguentaria desta vez. No entanto, o carro particular enviado para me buscar já estava esperando à porta. Desta vez, eu estava cortando relações com ele de vez.

No dia do meu casamento, fui traída diante do altar. Ryder Conti, meu noivo e herdeiro da máfia, não apenas cancelou nosso casamento, ele entrou na igreja de braços dados com outra mulher. Atrás dos portões de ferro, ele olhou para mim com um meio sorriso e disse: — Emilia, os Conti precisam de um herdeiro. A Carmela está esperando um filho dos Rossi. Quando eu garantir meu lugar na Família com a ajuda deles, vou me divorciar dela. Você continuará sendo minha mulher. Todos achavam que eu esperaria. Que obedeceria. Afinal, eu havia passado dez anos amando aquele homem mais do que a mim mesma — rompi com minha família, sacrifiquei tudo por ele. Mas naquela mesma noite, embarquei num jatinho rumo à Sicília para aceitar um casamento arranjado com o Padrinho da família Vettori. E desapareci do mundo de Ryder Conti. Três anos depois, retornei a Nova York, ao lado do meu marido e do nosso filho, para acertar as contas com um traidor da Família. Voltei para resolver uma traição na Família. Zayn teve um imprevisto, então mandou um dos capangas dele me buscar. Só não esperava reencontrar o homem que um dia destruiu meu coração. Com aquele velho sorriso arrogante, Ryder disse: — Acabou a farra? Que bom que voltou. O filho da Carmela precisa de uma cozinheira. Pode começar hoje. Cozinheira? Eu sou a Donna mais temida do submundo, e ele ousa me chamar de cozinheira?

Me casé en secreto con Don Matteo. Cada vez que se acostaba con su amor de la infancia, me prometía una boda de verdad, frente a las Cinco Familias. Durante cinco años, Matteo me lo prometió noventa y nueve veces. Y noventa y nueve veces, me dejó plantada en el altar. La primera vez, el gato de exposición premiado de Cecilia murió. Para consolarla, pospuso la boda por tres meses. Yo me quedé sola en el altar, con los ojos enrojecidos, intentando calmar a los ancianos de la familia. La segunda vez, Cecilia hizo un berrinche en un casino y destrozó un jarrón antiguo valorado en cien millones. Él desvió el jet privado destinado a la boda y voló toda la noche para ir a arreglar su desastre. Y así cada vez, justo antes de nuestra boda, su amor de la infancia tenía algún tipo de emergencia. Yo lloré. Grité. Incluso llegué a apuntarle con un arma a la cabeza. Pero Matteo solo me empujaba contra la pared y me hacía callar con un beso frío y rudo. —Ella es solo un polvo. Tú eres la señora Falcone. Ten un poco de maldita clase. Después de la vez número noventa y nueve, finalmente me harté. Deslicé los papeles sobre la mesa. La tinta aún estaba fresca, con el sello de la familia Falcone estampado al final. —Nuestro matrimonio, nuestra alianza… se terminó.

En el quinto año de mi amor por Gabriel, él heredó el título de Lord Vampiro de su difunto hermano, así como a su viuda, Chloe, la antigua Reina de Sangre y, por sangre y ley, mi pariente por pacto. Cada vez que regresaba de los aposentos de ella, Gabriel me abrazaba con dulzura y me susurraba: —Isabella, Chloe es solo mi Consorte Elegida. Una vez que conciba y dé a luz al heredero del Aquelarre Blazetooth, me uniré a ti mediante un vínculo de sangre. Decía que era la única condición que su familia le exigía para ascender como Lord. Durante los seis meses posteriores a nuestro regreso al Aquelarre Blazetooth, él acudió a su llamado cien veces. Al principio, una vez al mes. Luego, una vez por semana. Y todas las noches. En la centésima noche que pasé despierta esperándolo, Chloe concibió. La noticia llegó junto con otro anuncio: Gabriel y Chloe pronto quedarían unidos por un vínculo de sangre. Mi hijo me miró, confundido e inocente. —Mamá... ¿no decían que papá formaría un vínculo de sangre con la Reina de Sangre a la que ama? ¿Por qué no ha venido a llevarnos a casa todavía? —Porque —dije con suavidad mientras le acariciaba el cabello—, la Reina de Sangre a la que ama nunca fue tu madre. No importa —añadí—. Yo te llevaré a casa. A nuestro propio hogar. Lo que Gabriel nunca notó fue que como la única hija de un Rey Vampiro en funciones, nunca me había interesado en lo más mínimo el título de Reina de Sangre del Aquelarre Blazetooth.

Greed is a powerful feeling that has changed the world over thousands of years. Science, religion, and magic have built a new era and there are some who want to end it all, for the sake of a dying world. It is only up to certain beings to awaken the world and cleanse the lurking evil within the desires of the current rulers, or to wipe out those who can't contribute any good to a new rising world.

Grace White, a weak werewolf with cowardly alpha blood that runs through her veins, is an obedient daughter that strives to stay out of her father’s way and pay her stepmom's hospital fees. Though living with an abusive father, Gracey always finds the time to stop and appreciate life and the joy of being alive. However, when her stepmom’s hospital fees begin to triple, her stresses begin to consume every ounce of joy she has left. Being a girl who lives a life grounded on morals, the thought of selling herself as a house maiden/servant, as her father suggested, to earn enough money, sounds absurd at first. Yet when there seems to be no other option, and her mom’s life hangs in the balance, she decides to sell herself in the largest and most esteemed auction that El Salvador hoists every year. Her mixed feelings towards the auction become subdued, as the moon Goddess gifts her the person she has always dreamt of having. But will he accept her, or hurt her much more than life itself? …but whatever he chooses to do, he needs to remember that: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

Angela Graham's husband abandons her twice on her birthday for the sake of his true love. She's devastated and dejected when she learns a secret—it turns out that every celebration and anniversary that she and her husband have had over the past five years was planned by his true love. Angela's heart and love have been stomped on far too many times. It's been five years, and she's tired. She doesn't want to stick it out anymore. But her ex-husband comes running when she leaves him and allows another man to stand by her side. "You can't fall in love with anyone else without my permission, Angela!" Angela laughs. "You think too highly of yourself, ex-husband."

On the day Winter Everhart suffers a miscarriage, her husband, Joshua Stroud, and their son, Terence, are out with his beloved Jessica Lynch. They watch the very performance Winter has always loved. "You're just so unreasonable. What's the point of all this?" "Dad, can you get me a new mom? She's so annoying!" On Winter's birthday, she returns from the hospital only to find Joshua celebrating Jessica's instead. Even Terence, the child she nearly gave her life to bring into the world, pledges to protect the woman who has stolen everything from her. Tears glisten in Winter's eyes as she smiles. Then, with quiet resolve, she walks away from the cage of a marriage that has bound her for five years. Joshua and Terence believe she won't survive without the Stroud family. What they don't expect is that she rises so high that they can no longer reach her. "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud's car design is now number one nationwide—Stroud Group has been completely outshone!" "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud has just won the World Championship in Artificial Intelligence Design!" "Mr. Stroud! Mrs. Stroud has been invited by a foreign president to attend a state banquet!" Regret tears Joshua apart. Dragging Terence with him, he kneels before Winter and pleads, "Honey, please give me another chance! If being your servant is what it takes, I'll do it!" But just beyond the door, a strikingly handsome man kneels on one knee, a leather collar fastened around his neck. Twining a diamond leash around Winter's palm, he vows with his gaze burning with feverish devotion, "My master, from this moment on, I bow to no one but you. Please, take me in."

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

“If you leave here now, consider this marriage over!” “Anna.” Davy gasped, his eyes searching mine, but I folded my arms, my resolve unwavering. “You don’t mean this. Look, I will only spend a day, and I will be back to you.” “If you walk out that door, you might as well call a lawyer, because the next time you see me will be in court.” I repeated slowly, firmly, staring straight into his eyes so he knew I wasn’t bluffing. “It’s your choice.” The air between us was thick, almost suffocating and I held my breath, waiting for him to choose. But I should have known this was Davy. There was no hesitation in his eyes as he turned his back on me and walked away. *** There was one thing Anna Sinclair hated more than the color yellow: her husband’s profession. And there was one thing Davy Hale Walton loved more than his wife: that same profession. But how will they coexist?