Perfectly Tragic Alex Grayson Pdf

Book Four of the Luminary Quartet Join Marigold as she ventures far outside of her comfort zone, accompanying her true mate Asher into unknown territory in a flight across both land and sea in order to seek aid from the enigmatic clan of shifters who call the Eastern Islands home. Imagine her shock when she learns that she has not one, but two mates. Asher has spent the last two years fighting off the invading bears, and the only thing that has kept him going was the thought of finding his soulmate. Mari was absolute perfection despite the barriers she’d erected around her heart, but he never dreamed he would have to share his other half. Zacharias has ruled over his clan alone ever since his second passed in a tragic accident over a year ago, but dragons always mate in triads and some believed his position was temporary, as a result. Furthermore, the arrival of his mate and Asher only increased the already mounting tension. What began as a journey to end one war somehow led to the precipice of another. Yet this time, Mari and the humans were the ones directly in the crosshairs, leaving Asher and Rias to scramble against the clock to break down their mate’s walls as long-held secrets emerge. Will Mari be able to let go of her fears before it’s too late, or will the last remaining elder standing win when everything is said and done? *Please Note: This is the fourth book in the Luminary Quartet, and it's recommended to read the previous books in the series first. This is a MFM romance, but there are no MM scenes.

A story about The Don who loved too much. ⚠️CAUTION!!!⚠️ ⚠️This book contains mature themes, inappropriate language and drug abuse.⚠️ "Have plenty of rest Alexandra because it'll be a very rough day." He says huskily looking deeply into my eyes. "I'll handle it." I answer my voice equally low before a smirk forms on my face. Alex Black hosts a show 'Red Flags' that interviews different women and reveals cheating partners. She receives a note about a ruthless billionaire who's story she can relate with and starts investigating him. Determined to find the red flags in the relationship, Alex Black gets closer to the businessman and tries everything to lure him into a relationship and expose his secrets. Join twenty three year old Alex in this challenge trying to get past the high walls of The twenty seven year old Aiden Matthew Kings a ruthless businessman and heir to the biggest mafia world.

Jasper Cole’s first love accused me of kidnapping her on my anniversary with him. I was mute—I couldn’t even defend myself. He held his "damsel in distress" and demanded I donate my blood to her. "If you still want next month’s tuition and living expenses, you’d better cooperate," he threatened. I obeyed in silence. Later, I met a police officer and ran away with him. Jasper lost his mind.

"stay away from him. He's dangerous" What happens when a simple crush turns into a deep feeling. Isabella Austin, a sixteen years old teenager has harbored feeling for her brother's best friend, Quincy Grey, since she was young. initially dismissing her infatuation as a simple crush, Isabella soon realized her feelings for Quincy had deepened over time. However, her blossoming emotions were complicated by brother's warning about Quincy reputation as a playboy. Quincy is an eighteen years old, his parents died in a car accident when he was twelve but he felt it wasn't an accident. His parents left all their wealth and inheritance for him but controlled by his Aunt. Quincy hides his emotions perfectly well. What happens when he finds out about his best friend's sister's feelings for him become a beginning of another game to play.

On the night of our ninth wedding anniversary, my husband—Damian Grant, the man who ruled the mafia by day and once ruled my heart by night—did not bring me roses. He gave the bouquet that should have been mine to Serena Lane, his personal assistant. Beneath the chandelier where we once danced on our wedding night, he turned to me with that same cold charm he once used to whisper sweet nothings in my ear. “She's pregnant.” Finally, everything fell into place. “She's a picky eater. From today onward, you’ll cook three meals a day for her. And no repeats. “She’s sensitive and hates sleeping alone, so you’ll need to move your things into the guest room.” The room fell silent. I did not raise my voice, nor did I shed a single tear. I simply picked up my packed suitcase and walked to the door. The butler tried to stop me, but Damian did not even blink. “She’ll come back.” He lazily swirled the wine in his glass. “She’ll come back crying and begging within three days.” Our guests burst out laughing. They placed a million-dollar bet right in front of me. They were betting on whether I would be back before the night was over, begging Damian to let me back in like a pathetic stray dog with my tail between my legs. However, they did not know I had already received the family heirloom from my real father. I booked my flight to get far, far away from everyone I used to know. This time, I really left.

Zoey Samantha had an unrequited love. Only I didn't know. It was the fourth year since we were together. She forced me to donate my kidney to that person. I hesitated for a moment, and she slapped me across the face. "That's your older brother. Don't be so selfish." Helplessly, I tried to force a smile. She had no idea that I was on the verge of death.

For three agonizing years, my mother struggled with kidney failure. Finally, after all the waiting and the constant dialysis, she was next in line for a transplant. Hope seemed so close. But then, my husband, Zachary Levi, an esteemed nephrology professor, did the unforgivable. He surreptitiously gave his lover's mother the kidney that was intended for my mother. He said almost dismissively, "Ella's mother couldn't wait any longer. Your mother's been on dialysis for so long, she's not going to die anytime soon." Later, my mother passed away. I called Zachary one final time. Yet, it was a woman who answered. "Margaret, right? Zachary's in the shower. Is there something you need?" I stared at my mother's smile on the gravestone, and an overwhelming emptiness spread through me. "It's nothing. Just wanted to talk about the divorce."

On the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.

A flash flood swept down from the mountains, causing me to become caught in a car crash. As five steel bars pierced through me, I could feel my blood pouring out in torrents as my life hung by a thread. My husband rushed to the scene. Instead of coming to me, he cradled his true love from the passenger seat and walked away. He didn't even glance in my direction. I was in and out of the ICU three times, clinging to life. Not once did he visit me. His attention was wholly fixed on the girl, who only had a mild concussion. After nearly ten years of deceiving myself, I couldn't keep playing the fool any longer. The day I was discharged, I asked my husband, Dominic Davis, for a divorce. I had survived by sheer luck, and I wasn't about to waste any more time with a husband who didn't love me.

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.