Parting Shot Pokemon

June Skylar would have wished to be anything at all, anything, even an actress if that was possible but she ended up running three jobs which leads to her meeting billionaire CEO, Michael Stahom who offers her a shot at settling her issues but at a cost that seemed more demoralizing than being a stripper at a night club. Joggling the weight of taking care of his daughter and battling his brothers for his company, Michael Stahom had enough on his plate but it seemed he could add one more item to his list when he gets mesmerized by an amber masked stripper. A stripper and a billionaire seemed like an unlikely duo but Michael was determined to prove to June that even a business contract could lead to a lifelong commitment and besides it was a win win for both of them, there wasn't any reason to resist, was there?

Something strange is happening at the Dumitrese mansion. Every month a few slaves are taken away and never return. Amos, a slave who has been in the slave area of the Dumitrese mansion since childhood, tries to find out what's going on. But, unfortunately that day he was caught. His brother was shot to death. Amos was saved by Seraphine, the youngest daughter of Tudor Dumitrese. But, after knowing who Sera really was, Amos wished he had died with his brother. Sera played with Amos like a toy. She never let him be free. Until Amos had earned the hatred of Sera's fiance. Amos realized that the Dumitrese family was not human. *** Note : English is not my first language. But I tried my best to translate it. I hope you enjoy reading it. Feel free to leave comments. Thank you ❤️

A young lady was found half dead in the cold streets of miami, florida. Raped, brutally beaten, and shot twice in her thighs....it would take a miracle for her to survive. A tiny glint of luck shines on her when Mrs grace, a business mogul, rich and kind, discovered the dying young lady. She takes her home, but the young lady Selene is a breath away from dying... and only a miracle can save her Mrs grace does the unthinkable, she uses her magic powers to heal her. In so doing she kills her self. Her powers are transfered to Selene. The power to heal, To kill, And to enchant. Selene is given a new chance to live. But revenge runs in her veins. She is set on a dangerous mission, to kill every man she came across, to enchant them or use them as her sex toy. She's an enchantress She's every man fantasy, She's every man's dream, She's every man's sex goddess. A night with her, makes you yearn for more. Fate brings her to a rare man...and he's not enchanted by her beauty. He's doesn't want her, doesn't wanna bed her. Selene is blinded with fury, rage and passion to kill him, her sole mission is bed him and to kill him, And she would stop at nothing to do so. Will she succeed? Or will she fall in love? And if she does...wouldn't it be too late

Love, Happy Endings, Soulmates, these are the things we want and need in life, we want to get them, but it's easier said than done. Certain factors need to be considered. Relationships and Love need few unmaterialistic things, but sadly, Caden Ian Manchester and Fiona Guinevere Kings do not know these. Weighed with traumas and scars, they hid their true self from each other, but the past never stays hidden, and it gets revealed in the worst way possible. Fiona Kings looks like a real life Barbie, but she sure as hell doesn't live in a fairytale, if it's a fairytale, it's a twisted one, a very twisted fairytale. Her life has being chaotic, from a family that don't care about her, to an abusive and psychotic boyfriend. She met him, Caden Manchester, it seem like she's drawn to the bad boys, Aren't we all?. Caden Manchester is a walking trauma, a breathing disaster, a living catastrophe, an addictive poison. She knows she should run, everyone tells her to run, but once Love gets into the equation, leaving seems unlikely. Caden Manchester is an orphan, a drug addict, a result of a broken home. An Artist who has definitely lost his muse. He meets her, Fiona Kings. She seems like his saving grace, his last and final shot at redemption, all he has to do is let her get tangled in his web of pain, death and painful secrets. He's no good for her, he's aware of this,  She's too angelic, but like a moth drawn to flame, he's drawn to her, to light. She's his Vanilla, His butterfly whose wings he breaks, rendering her broken. He breaks her, shatters her, destroys her, but she didn't leave. He tries to push her away, but, she stuck with him.

Jaylee has finally been accepted to be part of the popular Hot Shot cheerleading team at Effney High. However, there's one thing she has to do to be fully a part of the squad. She has to kiss the first guy she sees. Is Jaylee willing to sacrifice her first kiss, and will one kiss be enough if she does? Read now to find out. The novel embarks on other fascinating characters and the struggles that bring forth their desires.

"We'd like you to come with us to the station immediately," Vanessa's heart began to beat faster, "I don't understand," she said, "What for?" "Mrs Spencer, you're wanted as a prime suspect in the murder of your husband, Mr Christopher Wesley. You need to come with us to the station for questioning. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do or say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. I suggest you don't try to resist. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?" Vanessa's jaw dropped. Christopher was dead! It was impossible to believe. She'd just spoken to him that afternoon. It had to be a mistake. She nodded, "I…. I…. I need to call my lawyer," she said, when she finally found her tongue," "Ma'am, you can do that at the station. Turn around, please," —----------- Politician and governorship aspirant , Christopher Wesley is dead ; shot in the head right in his own house. The killer is unknown, but the police have a suspect —his estranged wife, Vanessa Spencer Detective Alaric Harper and his partner are placed in charge of this case and at first Alaric is certain that Vanessa had killed her husband. Her motive? He's not sure of. Could it be spite? Maybe the money? Or maybe she just got tired of him delaying their divorce? He's determined to find out and he's sure that he will, but one thing he never expected — falling for her…..

I was about to marry my boyfriend of seven years, Edward Carter. However, he was secretly getting a marriage certificate with his first love. In a moment of panic and disbelief, I confronted him: "Edward, what do I even mean to you?" Edward grabbed me as I tried to walk away, his eyes filled with helplessness: "Jennifer, you know Chloe is my first love. She only has two months left to live. I just don't want her to leave with regrets." "The woman who will be my last wife, though, is you." It was laughable. He felt sorry for his first love—did that mean I had to suffer? I saw the mocking look Chloe Smith shot my way. Then, to make things worse, Edward actually suggested I let Chloe take my place in the wedding. That was the last straw. After seven years of love, I did not want it anymore. I called my brother, "Hey, the wedding is in ten days. Can you find me a new groom?"

What would you do if you were told that your sister was sold off to a Russian Mafia leader? Would you fight and try to bring her back or just cry over the loss of your sister? What would you do if you find the truth behind the assassination of your father? Would you treat the person you have been obsessed with, with love or hate? Annabella Jones did not have an easy life. Her parents passed away when she was young, her fraternal twin sister was her only family. That was until she was sold to Austin Volkov, the Russian Mafia leader. She was eighteen and had no idea how the world works. She was treated like a slave in her own house and was shot when she tried saving her sister from being sold. She was dead to the world for ten years. Now, when she is twenty-eight she is back to take revenge from all those who had harmed her and her sister back then with a new identity. Madison Smith. While Austin knows everything. He knows who Madison Smith really is. He just needs to claim her. He had watched her for more than a decade. He was obsessed with her and would do anything to make her his. But what he doesn't know is that she had been planning against him all this while. When he is aware of it he traps her in an endless journey of torture, betrayal and love. Now, the real question is will Madison Smith urf Annabella Jones will be able to achieve her goal? Will he treat her the way he had planned after knowing the truth behind his father's assassination? To find out, join their journey of love, hate and betrayal!

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

"You almost shot me the very first day you laid your eyes on me, why didn't you anyway?" Yaande asked hesitantly. "Because I felt very vulnerable yet powerful at the same time" Hezekiah answered. " And now? ", she teased. " You are dancing in hell with the alpha king", he sarcastically answered. She laid her head on his chest wondering how she got entangled in the arms of a thug after the loss of the love of her life. She didn't care honestly, at this point, she was just happy. THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE