Ragna Crimson Manga Online

Harper Thomas loves bad dates. She goes on hundreds of them a year, and then blogs about them online to make her living. When her sister signs her up for a new dating service, Harper's not expecting to find anything other more than ridiculous men. She certainly isn't planning to meet him... Gabe Honors is one of the billionaire owners of Kindling Dating. He also happens to be Miami's most eligible bachelor, but his search for love has never been successful. That is, until he decided to use his own dating service. The first time he meets Harper, he knew that she was the one. However, in order to make sure that it really was love, he kept his identity a secret. He soon finds out, secrets never mix well with love... Can a billionaire CEO finally stump this bad-date-blogger? Can Harper look past the money and find the man? Or will they only be left with memories of their island kisses?

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.

I ordered a vampire online—Adrian. Hot, aloof. He was supposed to be my bodyguard and live-in housekeeper. But he was always staring at my neck like he was starving. Fangs popping out, eyes glowing red. And he was always walking around shirtless, wearing nothing but an apron. When I tried to stop him, he’d look all hurt and ask, "You don't like it?" "But you're blushing." I didn't know what to do, so I messaged customer service. They suggested, "You could form a bond with him. He'll be more obedient." So I did. But I had no idea I was forming a two-way mate's bond instead of a one-way master-servant bond. The night we bonded, he climbed into my bed, eyes glowing red. He licked my skin, hungry, grinding against me desperately and begging, "Master, just one bite, please? I'll make you feel so good..."

My mom ran a clinic her whole life, charging just five dollars for cold medicine. After I took over the clinic, I followed her teachings closely, doing my best to care for the folks in our community. However, after I charged an influencer 30 dollars for medication, I got blasted online as a scam clinic that was out to rob people blind. The entire town showed up at my door, young and old alike, demanding I return the 'overcharged' fees. I gave them exactly what they wanted and refunded every penny before shutting down the clinic for good. "There you go, just like you wanted. The clinic's closed. From now on, if you've got health concerns, feel free to drive 30 miles to the county hospital for consultation. I wish you all good health." The very next day, they were back at my door again. Only this time, they were begging me to reopen.

Without Kaelen's knowledge, I had his little plaything sent out of North America. That same night, he cast a blood-vine curse on my parents, banishing them to the wilds—a wasteland prowled by rogues. He was going to trade my parents' lives for the whereabouts of his plaything. Kaelen pushed a communication crystal in front of me. Inside it, my parents were ensnared by blood-red vines, the thorns digging deep into their flesh. Drops of dark crimson blood fell, one by one, onto the barren earth. A countdown timer pulsed in stark red digits on their chests. 23:59:59 23:59:58 He sat across from me, a black suit tailored to perfection molded to his lean, powerful frame. His long fingers tapped a light, steady rhythm on the solid wood table, as if he were waiting for a trivial business deal to close. "Estelle, you have twenty-four hours." His voice was low and calm, laced with a venomous tenderness. "Tell me, where did you send Cassandra?"

In the time before time, they were the rulers: Crimson wolves, a lineage of unparalleled power and dominance over Lunaria. With their unparalleled strength, fiery eyes and blood-red fur, they were stuff of legends, the pinnacle of what is meant to be Alpha. But as centuries passed, the tides of power are ever-shifting, the balance of the lands fractured and so did the Game of Alphas begin.   Pyra Blackwood, a scorned omega was seduced, betrayed and cast out by the same Alpha who rejected her. Left for dead, her life takes a whole turn as she is thrust into a deadly game of power where loyalty is an illusion, and survival demands sacrifice. She uncovers a hidden power—one that could reshape the fractured balance of the land.  Pregnant with the offsprings of her betrayer, Pyra must protect her heir, forge unlikely alliances and rise as the first Queen of Alphas.  Will she master the very game created to destroy her? Or will she fall prey to the dark forces seeking to consume her?  In the Game of Alphas, the rules are simple: trust no one, show no weakness, and never forget—Power is everything.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

"What if I am jealous?” he whispered in my ear. “What if I can’t stand that my father gets to be the one who beds an absolute goddess while I’m stuck being her stepson?"His scent surrounded me and there was nowhere for me to escape."I want you, Aria. I can’t stand the thought of you being my stepmother.”I felt his strong hands caress my back, reaching for the zipper of my dress and slowly beginning to undo it. Before I knew it, the crimson dress had fallen to the ground, revealing my body clad only in black lace lingerie...***Yesterday I was still an illegal healer, born and raised in the slums, struggling to pay rent.Today I am to marry the wealthiest Alpha in Romulus City. Life should be easy going forward, right?Until I meet my husband's son.My Father's Luna is My Mate is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"I can give you what you want, professor," I said, my gaze trained on him. He moved closer to me until my back hit the wall. Then his gaze dropped to my lips, his golden eyes taking on a crimson hue. "And what's that, Miss Nightbourne?" He said, his voice dropping to a heart-racing whisper, sending shivers down my spine. "Me." ... Drugged and forced into a premature heat, Clarissa ends up in bed with Jaxon, her fiance's uncle. And eventually, she discovers that she's pregnant. Betrayed, branded a traitor, exiled, broken, and alone, she soon discovers a dangerous secret-her bloodline is more than just powerful. She is the last heir of the Lunar Throne. To uncover her potential, she must attend the Werewolf Academy. At the Academy, she must fight for her birthright while facing ruthless enemies, dark prophecies, and the forbidden pull of her mate-now her professor. Will she be able to find the justice she so desperately seeks?

I had just returned from a business trip. The moment I stepped through the door, I scooped my wife into my arms and rushed her straight to the bathroom for a steamy shower together. We were kissing passionately when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something: the toilet seat was flipped up. I froze. Seven years ago, my wife had read a post online claiming that when men pee standing up, bacteria splash onto the seat. She begged me to sit down to pee for the sake of her health. I have kept that promise. For seven years of marriage, that seat has never been up. A knot formed in my stomach, but the bathroom was spotless, so clean it looked staged, not a single stray hair anywhere. Then I noticed the shower temperature. It was set five degrees lower than her usual 43°C. Men like cooler showers. Women like them hotter… At that moment, I knew, Ruby Lynch had cheated on me.