Seikon No Qwaser Mc

Drake and his MC are a for-hire group who rescue women and children from abusive relationships that are 'inescapable' and provide them with new identities and faces if necessary. After one such mission, Drake meets a woman that draws his attention like no other. Sam, Samantha, is a widow. A woman looking to get back into the dating scene after being alone for a year. When these two meet, it's fireworks and instant love. But, a leak in the Club causes the death of a rescue. In fact, the rescue that Drake was coming back from the very night he meet Sam. Guns, explosions, corrupt politians and life get in the way of these two. Does love conquer everything?

He bought her with blood money. She came with secrets that could start a war. JAX "REAPER" is the kind of man mothers warn their daughters about.President of the ruthless Blackfangs MC, he rules the streets with iron fists and brutal retribution. His bike is his freedom. His daughter is his soul. And love? That died the day he buried his wife.So when a desperate gambler offers him a woman as collateral for a debt, Jax doesn’t want complications.But then he sees her . SARAH LANGSTON is silence wrapped in bruises. A ghost in her own skin. She doesn’t flinch—she freezes. Doesn’t beg—just obeys . But her eyes tell a story too broken to speak.Jax takes the deal.What starts as a cold transaction becomes something neither of them expects. She’s not just a shattered woman—she’s a survivor of something darker than Jax imagined. And the closer he gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous it becomes.Because Sarah isn’t just running from her past. She’s the reason his enemies have come back with a vengeance. When his eight-year-old daughter is kidnapped , Jax will burn the world to find her.And if the Vultures think they can use Sarah as leverage?They’re about to learn why Reaper earned his name. 💣 WARNINGThis is not a love story. This is a war between trauma and tenderness. Between dominance and devotion. Between a biker king and the broken girl who just might bring him to his knees.If you crave dark romance with brutal MC drama, damaged heroines, savage heroes, and heart-wrenching twists— Reaper's Ride will be your next obsession.

MC only wanted to fulfill his family inheritance and be God's armed force on earth as holy abbot in his monastery. But a dark secret surrounds the old walls and the young clergyman comes across a burial chamber in which Lucifer himself was sealed. A long time ago, from his ancestor.Despite his firm belief in his master, he can soon no longer avert his gaze from Lucifer. The hitherto strict life of the main character is mixed up and he has to recognize that light and darkness are not always what they seem to be and that there is far more than one can see. Little by little, more beings appear in his environment and soon he himself gets on the track of his greatest secret ...

For six years, I took bullets for him and erased every sharp edge of myself. Because of the way he protected me, outsiders all believed I was the woman closest to his heart. However, when I asked for just one sincere “I love you”, he laughed and refused. “Mafia marriages aren’t about feelings. Know your place.” Then he said, “If Sophia doesn’t like it, don’t even bother.” When the bomb countdown hit thirty seconds, my don husband shoved me aside without hesitation and ran out holding Sophia in his arms. Only then did I understand that after six years of entanglement, I wasn't even worth a single hair of his sister. I slammed the divorce papers into his face. “I’m going to personally send you and your precious sister straight to hell!”

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

SPG ALERT ❗ WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised. Contains graphic sex scenes, mature contents, adult language and situation intended for mature readers only. Dahlia is a sweet and a loving wife to her husband, Travis Monte Cristo, a CEO of MC Inc. 5 years of being married, Dahlia feels like she is in heaven.They are both madly in love to each other and she feels euphoria. When just Dahlia thinks her marriage life is perfect, she finds out that Travis is having an affair with another woman, nothing hurts more when she finds out the other woman is her best friend, Emery. Will she stay and fight for her love or will she go, forget everything and start a new life?

Burning Saints MC outcast, “Minus” Vincent, has been summoned out of exile by the Club’s President for reasons unknown. Upon his return, he finds himself tempted by forbidden fruit of the past that has only gotten sweeter with time. Christina "Cricket" Wallace knows exactly what kind of life she wants, and it's far from the chaos and mayhem of an outlaw motorcycle club. She’s worked hard to get where she is, and she won’t let anyone keep her from getting there…especially her over-protective biker brother, or the sexy as hell Club rival she thought she’d never see again. As Minus and Cricket pursue their own roads, they find their paths intersecting in a violent and passionate collision that will forever change their futures.

I pushed the door open and saw Giovanna standing there in my silk robe—my gift from Enzo—and wearing my heirloom pendant. She lifted a brow and mocked me, “The robe fits, the pendant’s mine, and you—get out.” I grabbed Enzo, demanding an explanation, but he shoved a fake contract in my face, saying, “You signed it.” “I did not. Stop lying!” I snapped. He snapped at me, “This is family business. You know nothing.” It seemed three years together was nothing but an act. That very night, I ran away to Milan. I had nowhere to go and no one to turn to until Mark showed up out of nowhere. “Don’t be scared,” he said. “I’ve got you. As long as I’m around, no one touches you.” He protected me, and for a moment, I really thought I’d finally found someone I could rely on. However, when we were practicing at the shooting range later, I stared at him. “Why are you helping me?” I asked. “And don’t tell me it’s because of that mess I left behind.” His eyes flickered for a second before he answered, “Just trust me. That’s all you need to do.” Something about the way he said it made my stomach twist. This whole disaster was all one giant setup. And now here I am, gripping a gun, fighting for justice, but am I really avenging myself? Or was I already someone else’s pawn from the very beginning?