Pirate's Life For Me Pirates Of The Caribbean

I know that I don't have much time left after getting poisoned by wolfsbane. I don't want to have any regrets, so I travel to the Sacred Crystal Lake, a place I have always wanted to visit. I don't tell anyone that I plan to end my life there. I didn't expect to run into my ex-mate there. We haven't seen each other in ten years. He has become the Alpha that he has always wanted to be, and he's wearing a ring that has another she-wolf's name engraved on it. As for me, I've already thrown away our token of love and erased him from my heart. We're exchanging pleasantries when he suddenly asks, "Do you still hate me, Giselle?" I shake my head. My life is about to end, after all. I don't need to hold on to anything anymore. In the last moments of my life, I just want to see the sea of irises that the Moon Goddess has blessed.

"I am your husband, Leah! We're still married, and we love each other!" cried Jerome as he glared at her. "He lied to you, and you know it! You have been separated since more than a year ago!" said Adrian, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching tightly. Leah stood between the two with a throbbing pain in her head. If that damn memory had appeared soon, it wouldn't have been like that! Three months ago, Leah woke up from her long coma and found that her life had completely changed. The doctor said she had lost some of her memory, so she had no idea what had happened in the past five years of her life. Suddenly, a young billionaire named Jerome introduced himself as her husband, and when she started to believe that fact, a mysterious man named Adrian showed up and broke everything by telling her that she was being manipulated by her own husband.

Moana Queens has two rules: stay on top, and never become her mother. She's the most brilliant girl in school, a cheerleader with a sharp tongue and sharper ambition. She's spent her whole life watching her mother fall for the wrong men who fuck and leave. Moana refuses to be that girl. But then there's Dylan Dickson. Arrogant. Cocky. A playboy who doesn't screw the same girl twice. He's also her academic rival, infuriatingly brilliant, and so goddamn sexy she can barely think straight when he's near. She hates everything he represents, yet she wants him with a hunger that keeps her awake at night. And that terrifies her. Then fate delivers the cruelest blow: Dylan is her new stepbrother. Now they're living under the same roof, and the air between them is electric. She catches him shirtless, water dripping down that perfect body. He watches her like he wants to devour her, his voice a dark promise when he warns, "Don't start what you can't finish." Every accidental touch burns. Every heated glance makes her ache. Moana wouldn't do anything to sabotage her mother's relationship, seeing her mother finally happy and stable. Dylan doesn't believe in love, his mother's betrayal destroyed that years ago and he doesn't do commitment. But denying what's between them is torture. The want is primal…. The need is consuming…. And fighting it is slowly tearing them apart. One taste they'll both be ruined One touch and there's no coming back, The stakes have never been higher, but how much longer can they pretend they don't want to fuck each other senseless.

After being betrayed by a Wolf she held dear, leading to her death. Khloe, an omega, gets a chance to live a second time. She wakes up in the body of her school bully’s girlfriend and the most popular girl. **** “Hi, girlfriend.” I heard him say in his deep masculine voice as he leaned in to kiss my forehead. I felt anger and hatred surge through me. My eyes landed on the same lips he had spat on me with a few days ago, days before my death.

Even though this is my eighth time proposing to Beverly Galvan, she still coldly turns me down again. She says that she isn't ready yet and that she needs more time. Since that's the case, I tell myself I will wait as long as it takes. That's when I see it—her and my brother's marriage certificate, posted for everyone to see on her social media. When I question her about it, she merely says in a calm voice, "Timothy's unwell. He can't get too upset, so you'd better not start anything!" They are wearing wedding rings in that photo, and there is a barely visible bump on her belly. In that moment, the storm within me dissipates. Hitting the like button on the post, I type out a comment. "I wish you both a lifetime of joy. May the two of you grow old together!" A year later, a desperate-looking Beverly shows up in front of me, begging that we get back together. Unfortunately for her, her best friend, who was clearly pregnant, steps in with a smile and pushes her aside. "Give it a rest, will you? My husband already has a wife. We can have kids of our own. There's no need for him to be someone's fallback guy."

Being known as a demoness, the angel of death's best friend, and many other cursed titles for the heiress of a gangster group seems like commonplace. But no one knows that Maia has one small, ridiculous ambition. She wants to have a simple life with her beloved husband and children if God gives her a second life. Maia assumes God is bored with granting her final wish before dying in a clan war. She wakes up in the body of another woman, a popular celebrity who died regretfully after getting married. Can Maia, the cursed woman, succeed in playing her role as a good wife and mother in place of the celebrity?

My father-in-law said he wanted to experience "how the young folks have fun these days," so I took him to my wife's newly opened upscale cocktail bar for a quiet drink. I’d just finished ordering him a custom cocktail when a man from a booth across the room swaggered over, glass in hand. His eyes scanned the drink menu on our table, and a condescending smirk twisted his lips. "Only ordering the cheapest well drinks?" he sneered. "Brought the old man here to enjoy the free air conditioning? Trash like you belongs in a dive bar. Who even let you in here?" Anger burned in my chest. I stood up, my jaw clenched. "We're paying customers. What's it to you?" But before I could say another word, his face darkened with pure rage. He snatched the half-finished beer bottle from our table and smashed it on my head. "My girl owns this place!" he snarled. "Even if I crack your skull open, I can afford the payout! You filthy pauper—either get on your knees and lick my shoes dry, or get the hell out of my sight. You're an eyesore." The beer dripped down my face. My hands trembled with fury as I wiped it away. Then, a cold calm settled over me. I opened my phone, switched to the camera, and went live. "Alright, everyone," I said into the screen. "You won't want to miss this. We're going live to catch my cheating wife and see the double life she's been leading."

This isn't a fairytale. Mirror Mirror on the wall. A fairytale that became her fall. “Over my dead body will I let a man whore father my child. You're in every way incapable, irresponsible and definitely incompetent of becoming a father.” She said with a smile. "Stop acting like a saint, you're not one. You're only pregnant because you're a slut yourself, so what exactly is the difference between you and me?” She stepped up to him with a mocking smile. “Maybe, I'll show him pictures.” Anger flared up inside him. Who the fuck does she think she is? “Show him pictures!?" His fingers grabbed her throat. His eyes held hers. She didn't flinch, instead, a small smile played on her lips. Crazy ass bitch. He isn't used to being challenged. “I don't need to beg you for anything.” He growled. "You have no other option.” She scoffed. "I have a lot of options, Kim.” He continued. "I can take him away from you after birth,” “I want to see you try.” The smile on his face told her otherwise. “What will you do? Take me to court? Fight for custody?” He chuckled. “I can bribe the whole fucking court.” Her heart skipped a beat. No. "You don't get to decide.” He lit a cigarette. "Everything will go my way.” "It'll not!” “Maybe I'll show him your pictures. Or let you visit him once a week, who knows?" He shrugged. “This is my child!" She screamed, tears welled up in her eyes. “So it's either you do as I say, or I'll do as I please." “What do you want?" Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. “Where I come, illegitimate children aren't accepted in the family." “I'm not marrying you!" “I'll never marry you!" She screamed. "You have no choice..”

I had no choice but to become the partner of a mafia boss with an incubus bloodline when his heat cycle began. To my surprise, Lionel Andrus and I got along better than I ever imagined. Every night, he held me close, craving more of me, as if we were made for each other. But right before we got our marriage license, my jealous sister, Tracy Rowe, tried to talk me out of it. "Incubi are born flirts," she warned. "How do you know you're his only woman? Once he's bored, he'll toss you aside." In my last life, I had believed her. I called off my engagement with Lionel and, through her introduction, married a "nice guy" named Jamie Stephenson. After we married, Jamie cheated on me and gave me STDs. Desperate, I went to Tracy's house to ask for help. She turned me away with disgust. "You couldn't control your husband and ended up sick, and you actually came asking me for money? How dare you! You have no self-respect. You don't deserve to be my sister!" Right then, she publicly cut ties with me. Even our parents sided with her, calling me a disgrace and refusing to let me step inside the house. In the end, I couldn't take the pain anymore and ended up hanging myself. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day Tracy told me not to marry Lionel.

Princess Elara was destined to rule the Mooncrest Pack—until betrayal stole everything from her. Her so-called mate chose power over love, leaving her to die with a shattered heart and a stolen crown. But the Moon Goddess is not done with her. Reborn into her younger self, Elara remembers every lie, every deception, every knife in her back. This time, she will not be the naive princess who trusted the wrong wolf. This time, she will seize her destiny with fangs bared. Yet fate has its own cruel twist. The mate bond burns again… not with the traitor who destroyed her, but with his greatest rival—a ruthless Alpha prince feared across the lands. Torn between revenge and the pull of an irresistible bond, Elara must decide: will she risk her heart once more, or use her second chance to rewrite both her fate and the kingdom’s future?