Novel & Cerita One Piece Portgas D Ace Death

“Freya is too fat. Too plain. Too pathetic to be my Luna.” Those were Prince Lucian's words the night before their mating ceremony— right before Freya caught him in bed with her prettier, perfect sister Lilith. Shattered and desperate, Freya did something reckless: she spent a wild night with a mysterious stranger, giving him everything she'd saved for her mate. That stranger turned out to be Damien Hamilton— the infamous playboy and son of Alpha Kendrick Hamilton. Freya's father's greatest enemy. The day couldn't get any worse right? But when she crashed into his twin brother Dante while fleeing the hotel, her wolf screamed one word that destroyed her… MATE. Now she's caught between two dangerous brothers. Damien, who touched her body before her heart and Dante, who owns her soul but refuses to claim it. Both sons of the Alpha who destroyed her family and now both brothers want to claim her. Banished by her father. Hunted by her sister. Desired by two powerful twins who should be her enemies. Freya must transform from the pack's rejected daughter into something deadly— an Alpha who will rewrite every rule. Can Freya trust the brothers whose father destroyed her family? And when the Moon Goddess offers her both twins as mates, will accepting them make her powerful... or mark her for death?

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

"All she wanted was a spark, a fire that would burn her skin. She craved passion, wildness, and insanity." Among all the reckless things she'd done, sleeping with a complete stranger might have been the craziest. Things would have been different if she wasn’t still haunted by thoughts of the man who, for one night, brought three-fourths of her fantasies to life. Coral had given up hope, knowing that in a city of over two million people, finding a man whose face and name she didn’t know was impossible. But then she met him again—on a blind date. Lucian Andersen, the son of one of her father’s closest friends. He was devastatingly handsome, a cold heartthrob, dangerous, and whenever he smirked, shivers danced down her spine. Her mind went blank, reeling from the shock that out of all the people in the world, it was him she had shared that wild night with in an unknown room. The date might have been ordinary, but then the man, with an ego larger than a football stadium, said something that left her breathless. “I want to marry you, Coral Shen.” The butterflies in her belly might have danced at his proposal, but they died instantly upon hearing his true intentions. He didn’t love her. Hell, she wasn’t even sure if he liked her. But she knew one thing: the marriage proposal was purely for business. Coral refused, but the twists of fate had other plans. Against all odds, she found herself asking him to be her fiancé.

On my birthday, Connor Simpson's first love jumped off a building due to depression. She died on the spot. Connor blamed everything on me. I never celebrated my birthday again after she died. After the murderer electrocuted me for more than ten hours, they forced me to call Connor. "Connor, it's my 25th birthday today. Can you come over and spend time with me?" However, Connor did not notice anything unusual. His voice was laced with venomous iciness. "Clarisse Winter, Audrey wouldn't have died if it weren't for you. How dare you ask me to celebrate your birthday? If only you were the one who died." I heard him coaxing a woman on the other end just before he hung up on me. That low and gentle tone was what I loved to hear the most in the past. That night, the murderer cut my body into countless pieces, packed them in bags, and threw them in front of the police station. Connor was summoned back overnight. He spent two days and two nights piecing together the body parts, but he did not realize that the dead person was the wife that he hated the most.

Lena grew up with nothin no family, no freedom, no love. She was sold off like property, her body and fate decided by others. She was caught between a dangerous offer which she couldn't refuse; being a bride to two masters Damian and Darius were brothers, powerful and ruthless. They never shared anything in their lives… until her. They didn’t ask for her love. They only demanded her surrender. One touched her with gentle hunger. The other consumed her with brutal fire. Together, they made her theirs in the same bed, at the same time, until she could no longer tell where one ended and the other began. Lena was their bride. Their obsession. Their lust. But in the heat of their desire, she finds herself caught between pain and passion, hate and love. Can a woman with nothing survive being wanted by two men who will never let her go? Or will she drown in the pleasure of belonging to both? One bride. Two masters. And a desire that chains her forever.

Jewel Anderson is secretly in love with her best friend boyfriend. She endured the pain and dismay in her heart knowing how much Cherrie Miller; her best friend loves the man. On the night of their graduation Ball she discovered that Cherrie is cheating. She saw her kissing Frank Mason in his car, dumbfounded she watches as the car speed away from the school ground. She looked everywhere for Larry Williams, She thought in her heart that she might have a chance. Luckily after finding him, one of their common friends invited her to tag along for the after party, Larry's face is sullen, he’s so quiet and as cold as ice. In the bar she seat next to him and when their eyes met she give him a nod and smile sweetly. Although his Cherrie's boyfriend they are not really close. He seems to recognize her, they chatted and share a toast. Both of them get wasted, decided to leave the bar together and shared the long cold night. In the morning Cherrie showed up in Larry's condo, seeing both of them under the quilt. They were caught. Her best friend cried, looking at her with disgust and anger, accusing her of betrayal. She left after ending her relationship with Larry. Deep inside she knows, Cherrie betrayed the man first but she could not say it and as her best friend does she really need to humiliate her like that. Even the man she love who initiated the did, blame her for everything.

To keep the peace between humans and shifters, those chosen by the Oracle are forced to mate with their bound partners. And me? I was forced to be the shared mate of twin black dragons. Every night, I brewed two glasses of moon-wine to help them sleep. The older brother, Kaelen, was cold. But when he took his glass, his scalding fingertips would brush my wrist in a silent promise, and he’d murmur a soft thanks. But the younger one, Cassian? A vicious temper. He’d smash the glass, hurl insults, and crush me with the weight of his dragon aura. I had been lying to myself. Walking on eggshells. Desperately keeping a fragile peace. Until a fellow apothecary told me the truth. She hesitated, then said: "He treats you like dirt. The other one is gentle. Why do they both get the same precious moon-wine? How is that fair to the one who actually cares?" I thought about it all day. She was right. Late that night, I left the apothecary in a sheer silk robe, carrying only one glass of moon-wine.

Seven years. No mark. No title. No truth. I gave Damon Voss everything and he gave me a lie so carefully built I almost died inside it. Then one letter changed everything. I am not his patient wife. I am not his Luna in waiting. I am the long-missing Lycan Princess, heir to a throne, and mother to a son I was told did not survive. He took everything from me. My identity. My child. My seven years. Now I have fifteen days, one dangerous alliance, and a crown with my name on it. Damon should have made sure I never found out. He did not.

When the firmament becomes filthy with barbaric bats,And the ground begins to revolt bySputtering out appetizing red liquids and Enticingly galling skeletons.Scamper off to your secure nests, dear humans,And inhale every feeling of protection.For within the space of two heartbeats,The "sanctuary" feeling will be lost In the chaos for tranquility.

After being dumped for the 99th time for being a “chatterbox,” I finally met my soulmate, Lysander Thorne. As the Mafia godfather, he was a man of few words, but listened to every single word I said with rapt attention. His proposal shattered the curse that had doomed me to a hundred rejections. But, I discovered a fatal flaw in Lysander after we got married. Whatever he spoke to me, he never exceeded ten words. I thought it was his stoic personality until I gave a hand to a girl being harassed by a thug at the bar. At the police station, the girl asked, “Has your husband not arrived yet? My friend will pick me up and you can leave with us.” The next second, I saw Lysander rushing in, looking utterly disheveled. “Elara Thorne! Why do you stir up trouble on your very first day back home? You've got wings of your own now, haven’t you? Did I ever tell you to stay safe firstly when something happened? Stop being so impulsive!” It turned out Lysander could get emotional. How ridiculous! When Lysander entered, his eyes were solely fixed on Elara. I looked at him with a blank expression, and wordlessly walked out of the police station.