Ron Weasley Family Tree

Sia wanted one night, just one daring, unforgettable night with Knight Smithfield, the boy she’s quietly loved from afar. What she didn’t expect… was to kiss his twin brother instead. A masked moment and a stolen kiss that felt too right to question until a photo exploded across campus, turning her secret into scandal. Now, Sia is forced to be in a fake relationship with Richard, the wrong twin… and the only one who knows the truth. As if that wasn't complicated enough, their parents just got married, forcing all three under one roof. Living with the Smithfield twins should’ve made things clear. Love one. Hate the other. Easy, right? Except nothing feels easy when Richard starts becoming something more than a mistake, and Knight suddenly starts acting like he wants her too. One kiss changed everything. Now Sia is caught between two brothers, two hearts… and one impossible choice. Was it just a twisted accident— Or was it fate playing her hand?

Kurz vor unserer Paarungszeremonie erzählte mir mein Gefährte, Alpha Damien, er müsse eine Omega aus unserem Rudel, Seraphina, vorübergehend markieren. Er behauptete, sie hätte die Mondkrankheit und würde sterben, wenn er sie nicht markierte. Ich wehrte mich dagegen, aber am nächsten Tag zog er Seraphina direkt in das Penthouse des Packhauses ein. Die Suite, die für die zukünftige Luna bestimmt war. Meine Suite. Um mich zu beruhigen, ging er sogar auf die Knie, mit roten Augen, als er versprach: „Sobald sie in Sicherheit ist, werde ich die Markierung entfernen. Du wirst immer noch meine einzige Luna sein.“ Aber dann suchte mich Seraphina auf, mit einem medizinischen Bericht in der Hand. Sechs Wochen schwanger. Sie hatten ihre Markierungszeremonie bereits lange abgehalten, bevor Damien überhaupt zu mir kam. Mein Herz zerfiel zu Asche. Mein Stift grub sich in den Kalender und ritzte ein wütendes X über das Datum, das für unsere Paarungszeremonie bestimmt war. Dann öffnete ich meinen Laptop und antwortete auf die E-Mail der Europäischen Gilde der Lorbeerheiler. „Ich nehme Ihre Einladung an. Ich reise am Tag der Paarungszeremonie ab.“

When Father asks me who I want to marry, I resolutely give up on Prince Maurice Swain. I choose to marry his uncle, Prince Gideon Swain. Father is confused. After all, everyone in the capital knows that I'm desperately in love with Maurice. I've said more than once that he's the only man I'll marry. I only have a bitter taste in my mouth. I married Maurice in my past life, and I gave my all in managing the household. Yet he never came home and even took a mistress behind my back. When I eventually became bedridden after wearing myself out, he brought Camilla Chapman back and threw her a grand wedding. The children they'd secretly had together came with her. It was only then that I realized the tonics Maurice had given me had rendered me infertile and weak. They slowly ate away at me from the inside. I watched as Maurice and Camilla lived a happy life with their children. I chose to let them have what they wanted. Now that I've been reborn, I'm going to stay away from Maurice and marry Gideon instead. Yet when Maurice finds out, he goes berserk. He stands before me with his eyes bloodshot as he forbids me from marrying Gideon.

She married the wrong man to survive… and she fell into the arms of the one she was never meant to touch. Trapped in a loveless arranged marriage, she is given one condition to secure her future: have a child or lose everything. But when desperation leads her into the backseat of a car she thought belonged to her husband, she wakes up beside a stranger. Not just any stranger, but her husband's powerful, dangerous, and untouchable uncle. What begins as a mistake turns into a secret that binds them together through desire, betrayal, and a child that could destroy an entire family. Now enemies hunt her, the wrong man claims her, and the right one refuses to let her go, leaving her at the center of a war she never meant to start. When the truth comes out… Nobody will walk away unchanged. But in a family built on power and secrets— Will she survive the truth… or become its most dangerous weapon?

Hot. Fast. Dangerous. Only two things are capable of sating my hunger: racing and women. I’m a devil behind the wheel, and there isn’t another man in New York City who can beat me. Nor any dumb enough to try. But there was a woman who could. My ex-wife, Evie. And she did. Messed me up real good. Thanks to her, I gave up my dream of racing, but I can’t run from fate forever. The evil bastards at her side have taken over the underground racing scene, but I’m diving back in deep. With my focus on the road, the last thing I need is a distraction, but that’s just what Laina is. My best friend’s little sister feels off limits, until she isn’t. Perfect curves and a smile that could melt hearts, this woman has me wanting to say yes from the start. She’s relentless and drives me mad with the desire to be bad one more time—just for her. I might be outracing demons, but I’m not running from anything. Not me. Not ever again.

Warning: Mature Content Shock, cold and absolute, rippled through me. My jaw dropped. “Owned? I am not an object! You can’t just—” His dark chuckle cut me off. It was a chilling sound, devoid of warmth. “Oh, but I do, little bird. You became mine the moment your dear brother, Carlos, sold you to clear his debts. Along with almost all the shares in your father’s company.” The air left my lungs in a ragged gasp. What was he talking about? That couldn't be true, yet the look in his eyes said otherwise. He had sold me like an object, like chattel. Rage, raw and unadulterated, surged through me, eclipsing the fear for a fleeting moment. I tried to push past him, to escape and to run anywhere but his hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck, not quite choking but enough to hold me in an iron grip. He pinned me to the wall, his face inches from mine, his eyes burning with an intense possessive fire. “You now belong to Lorenzo Blackwood,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “You are mine. To possess. To claim. To own.”

Sample: ' “Motherfucking dog is what he is , damn it” she chugged her drink down . She pointed her unsteady hand at her two best friends who were watching the show unfold . “ All men are the same . HEARTLESS CHEATING BASTARDS . Do you hear me? Heartless cheating bastards ” Casey screamed at the men sitting on a nearby table. “Yes, that's what you all are . Cheaters . Bloodsucking vampires, you use women like chewing gum and spit them out after you use them”. She placed her glass with a loud bang , almost falling off the table. She joined her hands while looking up at the ceiling, blinking . “If someone up there is listening, I wish all these men would suffer from crabs so bad , they would scratch it so hard that their dicks will fall off ”. She looked down and pointed a finger at them. “This is my curse on your species ”. She turned back to her friends leaving behind a group of mortified men with wide eyes who were left there holding their junks in fear . ' Casey has always been a hopeless romantic, searching for the one person who will finally return her love. Owen, on the surface, has it all—wealth, fame, and an endless stream of admirers. Yet despite his many conquests, he shuns commitment, refusing to be tied to anyone. When a scandal threatens his reputation, Owen concocts a plan: a fake engagement to Casey, In return, he promises to help her win a man. It soon grows complicated.Owen finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Casey but just when love seems within reach, Owen's past returns—his ex, stirring old emotions and doubts. What happened next read in my book ‘Mr Wrong'

My husband was the leader of the rescue team. As I was trapped in a cave and surrounded by a pack of wolves, I desperately called him over and over. Yet, he hung up on me every single time. When the fire nearly burnt out and the wolves got closer, he finally called me and angrily accused me, "Can you stop wasting public resources? I'm the rescue team leader first, and then your husband." In the background, I heard a soft, feminine voice saying, "Howard, my arm has a cut. Can you take me to the hospital?" I was familiar with that voice. It was my husband's first love. Ever since her husband died, she clung to him. And my husband... He didn't just tolerate it; rather, he seemed to enjoy it. A wave of despair washed over me as I ended the call. My hands were trembling, and I tried to call the police, but before I could, the leader of the wolves pounced on me. I fell hard to the ground, and the rest of the pack, sensing the signal, ran toward me at an extraordinary speed. I didn't stand a chance to fight back, and in mere moments, I was ripped into pieces. Before my consciousness slipped away, I struggled to glance down at my lower abdomen one last time, and my lips quivered. "My baby, I'm sorry I failed you…"

« Tout a commencé par une vengeance. Ça a fini par devenir quelque chose de dangereusement réel. » « Épouse-moi », dit-elle d'un ton sarcastique. « Pourquoi pas ? » répond-il avec un sourire en coin. « Je me disais justement qu'il me fallait une fiancée. » Emma n'aurait jamais imaginé se retrouver faussement fiancée à Liam Carter, le puissant patron de son ex. Mais après une demande en mariage impulsive, elle est prise au piège d'un jeu dont elle ne peut s'échapper. Liam Carter n'est pas n'importe qui : c'est le patron puissant et énigmatique de Ryan. Et il est plus que ravi de jouer le jeu. Ce qui commence comme un jeu de vengeance pervers se transforme en une supercherie à haut risque qu'aucun d'eux ne peut se permettre de perdre. Se faisant passer pour un couple lors de soirées fastueuses et s'échappant dans un paradis ensoleillé, Emma se sent attirée par l'intensité contenue de Liam, et lui par son tempérament fougueux. Mais lorsque Ryan découvre leur secret et menace de les dénoncer, le jeu devient mortel. Alors que les mensonges se dévoilent et que les trahisons cachées font surface, Emma et Liam doivent décider : était-ce jamais qu'un jeu, ou leur mascarade est-elle devenue la chose la plus réelle qu'ils aient jamais connue ?

Cher M. Bristen, comment puis-je vous détester ? Laissez-moi compter les chemins. >Je déteste ton visage de millionnaire suffisant et sexy. >Je déteste vos manières arrogantes, de chasse à la jupe, de playboy. >Je déteste travailler comme votre secrétaire, mais j’aime le salaire. Cela fait presque que traiter avec vous en vaut la peine. >Je déteste la façon dont mes amis vous appellent un BILF, alors qu’en réalité BILK (Boss que j’aimerais tuer) est plus approprié. >Je déteste avoir besoin que tu sois mon rendez-vous pour le mariage de ma meilleure amie parce que mon ex-petit ami, le roi des briseurs de cœur, et sa nouvelle petite amie blonde aux gros seins seront présents. >Mais surtout, je déteste la façon dont une fois la mascarade terminée, je ne te déteste peut-être pas du tout... c’était tellement plus facile quand tu étais le patron que j’aime détester.