Ron Weasley Family Tree

To defuse the bomb strapped to the hostage, I had no choice—I cut off all her clothes. My clueless new wife, Dana Poole, blasted it online. She cried as she faced me. "Why not at least leave her underwear on? You were saving her, I get it—but did you have to take everything? Doesn't a girl's dignity matter? With cameras everywhere, how is she supposed to live after this? You couldn't even cover her up?" The backlash exploded. The unit benched me to calm things down. So I stopped caring. I followed procedure, no improvising, no extra effort. Then one day, at the busiest mall in the city, Dana's mom got strapped into a brand-new linked bomb. This time, the whole unit panicked.

In a world of werewolf clans divided by fierce loyalties and blood feuds, an ancient artifact known as The Crown holds the promise of ultimate power. Whispers of the prophecy drive packs into chaos, each vying to place their leader on the throne. As betrayals deepen and alliances shift, the fate of the werewolf world lies in the hands of an unlikely hero—one who must rise above their doubts to reshape the destiny of their kind.

คำชี้แจง สำหรับนักอ่านที่มีอายุตั้งแต่ 18 ปีขึ้นไปค่า นิโคลัส คอสต้า หรือเชฟนิค เชฟหนุ่มสุดฮ็อตวัย 33 ปี เขาหนีมารดาไปใช้ชีวิตอิสระที่เกาะอังกฤษเป็นเวลาหลายปี เพื่อเลี่ยงการถูกจับคู่ให้ จีน่า อัสตัน สาวน้อยวัย 25 ปี หญิงสาวอ่อนหวาน ที่ถูกคุณป้าเดเลียจับจองเอาไว้ให้ลูกชายของท่าน

Después de que la empresa consiguiera el financiamiento, mi esposa, la presidenta Esther Arreola, estaba a punto de hacer pública nuestra relación. Pero Joel Chávez, su excompañero de la universidad, más joven que ella y recién incorporado a la empresa, subió de repente al escenario y, con una sonrisa arrogante, soltó: —Esther, ¿no crees que me estás consintiendo demasiado al hacer público lo nuestro? Esther ni siquiera lo negó. Al contrario, sonrió y de inmediato metió a Joel en uno de los proyectos clave de la empresa para inflarle el currículum. Al instante, todos los empleados presentes rompieron en aplausos y se deshicieron en elogios, como si de verdad fueran la pareja perfecta. Un colega con el que llevaba años trabajando, al ver que yo no decía nada, incluso se inclinó hacia mí y me susurró: —Felipe, ¿no eras buenísimo para quedar bien con todo el mundo? ¿Qué haces ahí parado? Ve y felicítalos. No armé ningún escándalo ni reclamé nada. Simplemente le deslicé a Joel mi credencial de jefe de proyecto y, con una generosidad fingida, dije: —Solo participar en el proyecto es poca cosa para alguien como tú. Mejor quédate con mi puesto de jefe de proyecto. Considéralo mi regalo por haber hecho pública tu relación con Esther.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Elara Ashwood was the Luna of the Silvercrest Pack—gentle, loyal, and deeply devoted to her Alpha, Kieran. Orphaned young and considered weak by her people, Elara found her strength in love. But when she lost her unborn child, everything shattered. Believing she could no longer bear an heir, Kieran grew cold and distant, turning his back on his true Luna. In her darkest moment, Elara’s childhood friend, Selene Greyson, betrayed her. Consumed by envy, Selene claimed the position meant for Elara and spun a web of lies so convincing that even Elara’s mate believed them. Falsely accused of poisoning and forced to drink from the same deadly cup to prove her innocence, Elara died—watching the man she loved choose another woman. But the Moon Goddess was not finished with her. Elara awakens in a new body, reborn as Mila—the beloved and powerful Luna of the Nightshade Pack. With her memories intact and newfound strength coursing through her veins, Elara is given a second chance at life. Torn between vengeance and healing, she must confront the past that destroyed her, reclaim her stolen honor, and decide whether her heart belongs to the life she lost… or the future she has been given. When fate draws her back to Silvercrest and into the path of her former mate, old wounds reopen, secrets begin to unravel, and the truth threatens to shatter everything. Because this time, Elara is no longer the weak Luna they betrayed.

My stepson, Lucas Lincoln, is trapped in a fire. After calling the fire brigade, I quickly ring my husband, Jasper Lincoln. Jasper is the leader of a search-and-rescue team, after all. But to my dismay, Jasper is currently keeping his ex-wife, Yvonne Schmidt, company. Yvonne has won the "Forensic Doctor of the Year" award, and so they are out celebrating it. My phone calls are rejected again and again. Jasper never once calls me back, even after Lucas' cries for help disappear entirely. By the time the fire brigade arrives to quell the flames, Lucas has been burned to a crisp. I tell Jasper what happened to our son, but he only gleefully says, "He was nothing but a troublemaker who'd contribute nothing to society. If he's dead, then so be it. This way, he won't grow up to become a menace. "Yvonne happens to be giving a public talk tomorrow and is still in need of a specimen demonstrating burn injuries. She can use Noah's corpse for her demonstration since it's still fresh." I sneer. So Jasper thinks that my own son, Noah Green, is the one who died in the fire. I immediately send Lucas' blackened corpse to Yvonne's operating room.

Cleo Carrington used to be Northvale's brightest spark—wild, fearless, impossible to pin down. And then she married Damian Joubert. The most controlled, rigid heir in their world. Damian ran like a machine. Perfect standards. Zero slack. And he expected the same from his wife. Cleo loved noise—clubs, music, bodies moving. He had every venue in the city blacklist her. She loved freedom—the blazing Afriyan sun, the northern lights in Icelorn. She raced cars. She jumped out of planes. He took her passport. Shut it all down.

Roger traveled across Terra, but not completely. The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-broken idol outside the civilized world of Terra. If you want to condense the body and obtain yourself, you must constantly obtain the power of prayer. But the statue is in no man’s land! Not even a person, let alone the power to pray. Roger had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many items, scattered around the world, and acquired by many Terran girls. In order to condense the physical body, in order to stick to the girls. Roger inexplicably became their 'cheat codes'... Jessica: "Mr. Roger, will you always be by my side?" "Ah, yes, yes." Sora: "Mr. Roger, can you be my agent forever?" "Ok, Ok..." Roger didn't know how many times he had made this promise. Until the girls met...

After witnessing the cold death of her parents in the hands of a dangerous Mafia boss, Elizabeth vows to take revenge. With an assistance from a friend, she finally meets the Mafia Boss but is entangled in a secret sexual relationship with him. Adam Mich, the infamous Mafia boss finds himself insanely attracted to Elizabeth who he initially selected as a wife to his brother and finds it hard to let go. Despite their pact, they fall deeply in love with each other whilst denying their feelings. Will Elizabeth's plan for revenge be fruitful or futile? What will happen when the truth of her parents death, her revenge plan and Adam's feelings come to the surface?