Ron Weasley Is Our King

After getting drunk with my best friend, Lyla Smith, at the bar, I end up sleeping with my fiance, Silas Clarke, whom I've only met for a few times. Not only that, but I only discover that I'm pregnant with his child two months later. Just when I'm debating whether or not I should tell Silas the truth, Lyla, who has been my friend since we were kids, keep advising me. "You never liked Mr. Clarke anyway, Elara. You might as well use this opportunity to screw this engagement over. "Since you and Logan like each other, he won't mind the fact that you're pregnant with Mr. Clarke's child. He'll definitely treat you and the child well. "When the time comes, you won't have to marry the man you don't like. Plus, you'll marry Logan, the man you love! Isn't this a dream come true?" Just as I'm about to agree to that suggestion, I feel a kick coming from my belly, which has yet to develop a baby bump. Next, a baby's voice echoes in my mind. "Mom, don't trust that mean woman! You'll get abused by that Logan jerk in the future, not to mention you'll be forced to sell your body because of the decision you'll make today! "Dad has already found out that you're the woman from that night! He's on the way here right now!" Upon hearing my unborn baby's thoughts, I tremble violently immediately. Although I don't have any feelings for Silas, I can still try to nurture a relationship with him. On the other hand, I only get to live once, so I can't ruin it no matter what!

The hotel called, politely reminding me that the condoms used last night were unpaid and had been charged to my membership card. I was stunned. I'd been working late until midnight and hadn't set foot in any hotel. I confronted my husband, the only person who knew my card code. Nathan Phelps looked at me, bewildered. "Honey, that hotel costs over $10,000 a night. I'd never go there. It's probably a system error. Someone must have mistyped the card number. I'll file a complaint tomorrow." Unconvinced, I called my best friend, who managed the hotel. "Tracy, check who Nathan was with at the hotel last night. I'm catching him red-handed."

In a cycle of broken plans, Elena asks Marcus, "Why another delay for her?" He insists, "Sophia's just a friend in trouble—you're my priority." Whispers of the past test their bond, while a quiet ally says, "I've cared for you longer than you know." As accusations fly—"You're imagining things!"—Elena questions her path. A final decision sparks chaos, rewriting fates.

I never believed in second chances. Not until the man I gave everything to betrayed me. I lost a million-dollar deal because I thought he’d been in a terrible accident. I rushed back, terrified—only to find out it was a lie. He was fine. He was home. Sleeping with my sister. I drank that night. Too much. I almost got myself killed. Instead, I met him. Golden eyes. Too handsome. Too Elegant. He pulled me in and tore me down in the same breath. Every time I thought of him, I remembered his cruel words and cursed the asshole all over again. Then I learned the truth. He was the Lycan King. “You called the Lycan King an asshole?” Jessie yelled. “I didn’t know,” I groaned. “He was just a man in a white shirt with a really mean mouth.” She went quiet. “Then why did he come back for you?”

Everyone in the business world knew that Jessa Darling was Sawyer Pitt’s ace. With Jessa around, the Pitt Group could win any business negotiation. Sawyer loved Jessa and would give up his life for her. At least, that was something even Jessa believed. She had unhesitatingly shot herself five times for the Pitt Group when stuck in the Golden Frontier. In Mejika, she drank with a supplier until she ended up puking blood. Every time, she thought that Sawyer would be waiting for her return. That was until she found Sawyer looking at a bodyguard with intense love in his eyes. He said that it was sympathy for the woman, but he did not know that every look gave lie to that sentiment.

It's been five years now since Claire escaped from the man she had had a one night stand with at the bar where she worked as a bar maid. By God! the man was wonderfully made, he was the man in every girl's wet dreams. With his dark and Mysterious looks, he was still so appealing. She had decided to visit him that night to tell him she had gotten pregnant for him, But then, she got the shock of her life. Her mysterious Lover was a freaking Werewolf!!! Ever since she ran away that night, she had kept running, with his child growing in her stomach. And now she has settled down in this city, far away from Jake. Working at another bar, that she now owned. The door bell rang. "We are closed" Claire said, her back facing the door, she was arranging washed glasses and bottles of drinks on the shelf behind the bar. "I noticed" Claire froze!. She whirled around to face the man still standing by the door. "Christ!" She screamed dropping a rum bottle she was holding, which shattered loudly as it landed on the hard floor. " No darling, it's Jake" He smiled. All she could think about at the moment was "Nate" her son...Well technically their son! Will Claire be able to accept the supernatural nature of her ex-lover? And let him into her life and the life of their son..who God knows needed his father. Jake on the other hand is being hunted by a ruthless werewolf hunter who had murdered his pack...and now is after him, the Alpha. Will he be able to protect himself and the woman he loves? And what happens when he finds out he has a son, who turned out to an hybrid!?

~BOOK TWO OF LOVING MY REJECTED LUNA~ “Just let me worship you as much as I worship your body".. ~ Levi Medici hadn't known what he had gotten himself into when he saved Karla. He wasn't one to ignore a damsel in distress but there was something about her that drew him in at first glance. He wanted to protect her, that was all he wanted but falling for her wasn't a very difficult task but they couldn't be together with the forces that were against their relationship. They both had messed up lives and being together would be a disaster waiting to happen but anytime he stared into her hazel eyes, everything except them faded away. Were they both going to take up the chance and fight for what they had or give up and let the forces win? What happens when the consequences of them being together becomes fatal?

The tree I fell from was rotten. It's leaves were rotten, it's bark was rotten, and it's roots were rotten. Unfortunately, I am an apple that didn't fall far from that rotten tree. I was groomed in the shadow of that rotten tree and sprayed with poison to ensure I would be nothing but it's germinated seed. My earliest memories are dark and painful. My most vibrant memories are coated in crimson red and shame. The small pieces of my soul that I kept hidden and protected are the only parts of myself I can tolerate. The rest of who I am... The despicable trash that haunts my dreams... I hate. Death is the only answer to my life. Not love. I don't deserve love. A tainted apple is never put amongst the ripe juices apples. It is thrown away, discarded... As I should be.

On the Goldman heir's wedding day, I take a small bite out of a piece of cake because I am hungry from waiting too long at the ceremony. But my fiancee, Sheryl Wilson, slaps me in the face immediately. "You really are shameless! How could you eat in an occasion like this?" Dazed from the slap, I look at the other guests, who are staring at us at the moment. Having tasted copper in my mouth, I turn on my heel and approach the heir with a plate in my hands. "The cake's pretty delicious. Do you want a slice?" Sheryl started to panic. She's about to drag me away when the groom of the wedding takes a small bite out of the same slice. He remarks coolly, "It really is tasty. I'll have my men prepare 100 slices of cake for the woman who slapped you just now."

The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away. Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo. "Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness." A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?" I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?" That's when he panics.