Ride Or Die Couples

The ghoul responsible for the slaughter of his entire family is back, and bodies are turning up around the city. With Murphy Hartfield’s death, Kevin is perturbed—for Natasha’s sake. He knows it’s only a matter of time before her body will be the next they would find on the streets of Burnout, unless he quells any affection he has for her—a great sacrifice which he is unwilling to make. Although still mourning the loss of his fiancée, he couldn’t deny this newfound affection for Natasha. And no matter how hard he tried to stay away from her, fate always brings them back together—until she was captured by the same figure that had taken his fiancée months ago. It could prove fatal if he lost her too.

Layla Xander was gravely ill, with little time left. From that day forward, she had a revelation—when confronted with life and death, nothing else mattered. Selfish, leeching family members? She cut them off. A fiancé who proposed one day and cozied up to her 'good sister' the next? Out of her life. With nothing holding her back, she was finally free. Rumors about her slowly began to spread through her social circle. “Miss Xander has landed herself a wealthy benefactor.” “Miss Xander was seen vacationing with a young heartthrob.” “Miss Xander’s fortune has skyrocketed. She’s throwing around millions like it’s nothing.” Later, when the truth came to light, those who had abandoned her were left in tears, begging for forgiveness. Her leeching parents wept, “You’ll always be our sweet daughter. Come back home, won’t you?” Her scumbag ex-fiancé pleaded, “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved. Please, give me another chance.” But it was too late! A man stepped in, blocking everyone from getting near her. His face was cold and menacing as he growled, “Anyone who dares disturb Miss Xander again will leave here with broken legs.” And then, later still, that same man—once so untouchable and feared—knelt on one knee before her. His voice was deep and unwavering. “Whether in life or death, you’ll always be mine.” … William Lucas never claimed to be a good man. As the head of an elite and powerful family, his path had been paved with blood, and his decisiveness struck fear into anyone who dared cross him. No one could have guessed that this untouchable figure, feared by all, had been hiding away a tender place in his heart—for a girl. A secret he had carried for eight long years. Every ounce of gentleness he had was reserved solely for her.

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."

In the split second when the research lab explodes, my boyfriend, Thomas Bastion, dashes to Melody Harper, who is standing furthest from the blast zone. He shields her from the impact with his own body. When the sounds of the explosion stop, the first thing he does is carry Melody to the hospital. I'm lying on the floor. My body is covered in fresh blood, but he doesn't spare a single glance at me. Thomas has taken care of Melody for the past 18 years. His heart is filled with nothing but her. There's no space for anyone else. I only survived because my colleagues rushed me to the hospital. When I am discharged from the ICU, I call my teacher, Louis Carpenter. Both my eyes are swollen from how much I've been crying. "Mr. Carpenter, I've made up my mind. I'm willing to join you for the confidential research. It's fine if we have to leave in one month. I don't care that I'll be unable to contact anyone for the next five years." The wedding ceremony that I have been dreaming of is supposed to take place in a month's time. However, I no longer want to get married.

On the eve of giving birth, my world turned into a nightmare. My husband’s sworn enemy broke into our home, seeking revenge. I was brutally cut open and my baby was ripped from me. Yet, I made the chilling choice not to call my husband for help. In my previous life, desperate and terrified, I begged him to return home. He abandoned a Valentine’s dinner with a scholarship student to rush back. That night, the student was preyed upon in a bar, leading to her tragic suicide. My husband’s wrath was unrelenting. Blaming me for her death, he locked me in a kennel, leaving me to be savaged to death. “This is the pain Wynne endured because of you. Now it’s your turn to suffer!” Given a second chance, I resolved to make a different choice. This time, I let him stay for his romantic Valentine’s evening with her. But when I returned home, he had spiraled into madness.

The day I found out that I was a fake heiress who had taken the place of the Jones family’s real daughter, my husband, Timothy Lane, was brought back as the true heir of the Lane family. The man who once said he loved me quickly abandoned both me and our daughter. At that very moment, the real heiress, Nancy Jones, decisively broke up with the fake heir of the Lane family and got together with Timothy. According to them, this was simply ‘making things right’. After losing everything in the blink of an eye, Micah Lane, the fake heir, kidnapped my daughter and me, forcing me to call Timothy for help. However, Timothy ignored our desperate pleas and mocked us. "You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and fake heir go together. No wonder you make such a perfect pair of actors." On the other end of the line, I could occasionally hear Nancy's raspy, suggestive voice. As I listened to them, Micah stabbed me and my daughter to death. I died a tragic, painful death. After we died, my daughter and I were my husband's final assignment as a mortician before he left the job. The man who claimed he did not care about us fell apart the moment he saw our lifeless bodies. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?! "Please, don't die! Don't leave me!"

*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.

Samuel Carter was at the point of giving up on love when his path crossed with Gabriella King; a beautiful young woman who ended up making him feel what he hasn't felt in a very long time. But what happens when Samuel was forced to choose between the two most important women in his life. His daughter, Bella, and the woman whom he loves most, Isabelle.

A game of Truth or Dare brings two strangers together at a party. Damien is a billionaire in desperate need to move on from a toxic relationship. Danielle is a young broke woman in desperate need of revenge after her boyfriend cheated. These two get into an arranged marriage that leads to dark twisted games.

Fate and destiny can be cruel when you wake up with no memory in a full body cast and bandages covering your face not knowing why, is the scariest thing you'd go through. Not knowing how or where you will live, is family or anyone looking for you is even scarier. I thought I had already experienced the scariest things a young girl can, but how wrong could I be. Finding out that my "accident," was really someone trying to kill me, I'm not only a werewolf (mind blown) but a witch as well. I also have a fated mate, an Alpha Michael who I don't remember, and a destined mate Alpha Drake who I've not met and is stalking the only people that helped me. The wolf that tried to kill me is from Alpha Michael's pack and he hasn't found out who yet. I'll be 18 in a few weeks and shift into a werewolf. I meet my fated mate who accepts my new face and me wholeheartedly and agrees to help me during my first shift. A night that should be filled with joy, turns into a nightmare when not only does the person who tried to kill me, try again, my destined mate appears and abducts me and takes me to his territory. My world is again filled with the unknown, having a brief memory of a man that is obviously enamored with you and abducted by a man that is cold and heartless, demanding I submit to his marking and mating me to produce an heir and become the Luna of his pack is the scariest thing ever. Can I make the right choice between what is fated to me or destined? Will I be the same girl I once was?