Raymond "ray-ray" Carrion

Kaitlyn believed she had everything - a caring partner, a reliable best friend, and a promising future. However, on the day that was supposed to be the most joyful of her life, she is horrified to see the man she loves marrying her best friend instead. Feeling betrayed and devastated, Kaitlyn finds it difficult to rebuild her broken life. Just as she believes she has reached the lowest point, a random meeting with the mysterious billionaire Estefan Salvatore gives her an unforeseen opportunity for help. The proposition he is offering is both alluring and risky: enter into a fake marriage with him to assist in his plan for vengeance against his deceitful sibling, and in exchange, enjoy a lavish lifestyle and seek retribution against those who have wronged her. Now Kaitlyn has to make a decision: is it worth taking a risk on this risky deal, putting her heart and maybe even her life in danger in exchange for the chance of getting revenge and wealth? Should she choose to leave and confront the challenging job of reconstructing her life according to her own standards

I got off work early and walked into the living room, only to find my wife lounging lazily on the couch. And next to her? Some random dude I didn't recognize. "Babe, you know I'm obsessed with that sweet, milky smell," he said, sipping away like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted. That was it—I completely lost it. Meanwhile, our baby was in the corner, crying her lungs out, hungry and ignored. I didn't even think twice. I grabbed the broom by the door and stormed in, ready to raise hell.

My beautiful savior's eyes blazed with fury as he leaned in, his voice low and rumbling. “Little one, how do you envision their deaths?” he asked, his words dripping with power and command. I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Their deaths? I have never thought about the end of this, They are my family. “I...I don't know,” I stammered, my voice barely audible. Fear constricted my throat, making it hard to breathe. Maybe I was blowing this out of proportion. My savior's expression softened as if he could feel my fear. “Take your time, little one,” he whispered, his voice gentle. “Their fate is now in your hands.” Fiona had always faced cruelty at the hands of her father, stepsister, and her stepmother. Tagging her as the unfortunate one of the family who had killed her mother. Until the day when her father sold her to the alpha king to pay for his debts. Fiona thought life would be better anywhere away from home and took the chance but how can a human girl survive in a werewolf world with lots of enemies? Her hope for freedom suddenly becomes blurry and now she has to fight even harder for love and respect.

“I was kidnapped on my wedding day!” After she thought that she could escape her life back in Italy as the daughter of a powerful mafia Boss, she was happy to finally marry her high school sweetheart. However, before she could walk down the aisle, she was kidnapped and brought back to Italy, where she was forced to marry a dangerous Mexican mafia boss in an arranged marriage orchestrated by her father for his own selfish reasons. With no choice but to marry Salvador, a ruthless and sadistic Mexican mafia boss who was twice her age, Marcella finds herself in a desperate situation. On the night of their wedding, Salvador tries to get intimate, but Marcella refuses. In a fit of rage, he assaults her, forcing himself upon her. In an act of self-defense, Marcella ends up killing him. As the news of Marcella's killing of the mafia boss spread, she was forced to run for her life, with his gangs in hot pursuit. With nowhere to hide and a kill warrant issued for her in the entire mafia world, she ran into the arms of Antonio, a Russian mafia boss known as a Bratva. He offered to help and protect her, but only under the condition that she sign a contract to be his mistress. With the knowledge that her life was in danger after killing a powerful man, Marcella knew her options were limited. What does Antonio truly want from her? Will he bite? "You are mine now, Marcella. Daddy's Good Girl"

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Kitten,” he warned, his eyes cold as he watched her hand slowly trace his exposed abs. The corner of her lips quirked up, and then she leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and then lapped at his ear slowly and sensually. In a split second, she was flipped over and then pinned to the wall. “You asked for this, Kitten.” His emotionless face finally changed as he revealed a scorching gaze that surprised her. She wanted to protest, but it became a gasp when she realized his hand had crept beneath her gown. His hand began to move, and her gasp soon changed into moans. His other hand had never let her neck go as he squeezed tighter. “That’s right! That is what I want to hear. Since you asked for it, I’ll make you moan till your voice is no more and you have reached your limit. Even then, I won’t stop.” Jasmine was plus-sized, but she was happy because she had a fiance who she believed loved her, a step-sister who could die for her, and loved ones who treated her like a princess. Well, that all changes when her fiancee dumps her at the altar after body shaming and scamming her of all she had. To worsen things, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Left with no one, as even those she believed to be her loved ones deserted her, she supposedly committed suicide. Three years later, she turns up at her step-sister’s and ex-fiance’s wedding, looking astonishingly different. As if that weren’t enough shock, she suddenly declares that she isn’t back for her ex-fiancee but his gorgeous hunk of a father. And to their utter disbelief, he accepts her proposal.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

Bound by Fate, Torn Apart by Desire Alora, carrying the promise of new life, finds her world shattered when her mate's heart strays. A choice is forced upon her: to endure the icy bite of betrayal or to break free from the chains of fate. As she flees, leaving behind a life once thought unbreakable, a battle for her soul begins. Can love truly conquer all, or will the darkness of deception claim victory? Can Sebastian conquer his demons and reclaim the love he thought he'd lost, or will his mistakes cost him everything?

*COMPLETED* Story of a cold hearted billionaire and a sassy beautiful boy ."Do whatever you want to do , call me , , ,or whatever ,just remember i just want you .i will always have whatever i have wanted ." -JustinRay grace being a popular the most hot eligible bachelor in town .The cold and hot ceo . He hates bitches who loves to spread their legs just for anyone .will the two attract each other? justin traced his finger on Ray lip,then shoulder .he seducing the man with his doe eyes and sinful that other guys can't resist .His lustful had traveled lower and lower before his hand could even grab Ray's manhood , the other gripped his arm.Eye blazing in anger, he leaned forward bear and whispered in his ears. "don't touch me "with that he pushed him away from him .and walked ahead."if only he looked back, he would've seen how hurt Justin felt after being called by the only man he has ever loved.

“And what do you plan to do?” he asked, voice cold and unreadable. “I want revenge. I want them to suffer for everything they’ve done.” A muscle in his jaw ticked. “Revenge, huh? What if I help you?” My breath hitched. “Help me? How?” “You’re broke, right?” His lips curled into a smirk. “What if I give you everything you need to ruin them—money, power, resources—in exchange for one thing?” I swallowed hard. “What…what do you want?” “Marry me.” — Betrayed. Abandoned. Humiliated. Astrid’s world shatters when the people she trusted most stab her in the back. But just as she loses everything, the enigmatic billionaire Damien Starkov offers her a deal that could change everything. A marriage of convenience—one that grants her unlimited resources for her revenge. But as Astrid gets drawn deeper into Damien’s life, she realizes he’s far from just a ruthless businessman. There’s something dark in his past, something dangerous lurking beneath the surface. And the more she uncovers, the more she starts to wonder… Is she making a deal with a savior—or a broken devil?