Sinbad: Legend Of The Seven Seas Villain

* The fourth book in the Love and Other Sorcery Series - Book One, The Mage's Heart, Book Two, The Golden Dragon's Princess, Book Three, Akyran's Folly * Love's Sacrifice Will Make You Stronger Tarragon, the first-born child of Queen Diandreliera of Uyan Taesil and her dragon husband, Aurien, is the child of prophecy in every way. She is beautiful, talented, well-learned, and a master of the sword she was born to wield. She is also as magnificent a golden dragon as her father when in dragon-form. Daethie loves and adores her older sister and envies her for all that Tarragon is and Daethie isn't. Short, small, dark haired, and unable to shift into a dragon, Daethie is fondly known as "the runt of the dragon litter." Whilst her siblings excel at Prince Akyran and Princess Ecaeris' Monster Hunting training, Daethie is a disaster more likely to harm herself than any monster that she encounters. When Prince Akyran brings Aien, the son of a local warlock who is well known for his villainy, to the castle as his hostage, Aien singles out Daethie to befriend, and Daethie falls hard and fast for the enigmatic warlock's son. With the increasing danger of monsters roaming their land, Tarragon leads an expedition to locate the portal that is allowing the creatures to cross from their world, but it is a dangerous, testing journey and one that not all will complete alive. What sacrifice will be made for love and the rescue of their world?

La nuit où mes beaux-parents ont été enlevés, mon mari fêtait la Saint-Valentin avec son premier amour. Je ne l'ai pas empêché. J'ai simplement alerté immédiatement le Bureau d'Intervention des Loups-Garous pour qu'ils interviennent. Dans ma vie précédente, il est allé sauver ses parents parce que je l'avais retenu, manquant ainsi son rendez-vous avec son premier amour. Plus tard, celle-ci a été attaquée dans la montagne par des rogues qui lui ont arraché le cœur. Elle est morte dans une scène d'horreur indescriptible. Après ça, mon mari n'a plus dit un mot. Jusqu'à ce que je tombe enceinte et sois sur le point d'accoucher : c'est à ce moment-là qu'il m'a abandonnée dans les montagnes sauvages. « Lila, si ce n'était pas à cause de toi, Chloé ne serait pas morte ! » « Qu'est-ce qui te donne le droit de vivre en paix ? Je veux te voir souffrir autant qu'elle a souffert ! » Dévorée par la meute, j'ai péri, emportant avec moi l'enfant que je portais. Et quand j'ai à nouveaux ouvert les yeux, j'étais revenue à cette même journée où mes beaux-parents avaient été enlevés. Cette fois, il n'a pas participé au sauvetage. Il a passé la soirée avec son premier amour, comme il l'avait toujours souhaité... Mais à l'aube, ses cheveux ont blanchi d'un coup.

Edwina has made it her mission to improve the lives of all commoners through her position as Royal Historian. She has worked tirelessly toward this goal, but a group of powerful nobles called the Grand Peerage stands in her way, blocking her at every turn. Alexander Claiborne, the Duke of Ice, one of the most powerful aristocrats in society proposes a deal. He'll give Edwina all she needs to take down the Grand Peerage, in exchange all he wants is her hand in marriage!?

Mon petit ami Nick, qui avait combattu pendant dix ans dans les tribus du Sud, est enfin revenu. Quand il m'a dit qu'il voulait m'épouser et faire de moi sa Luna, mon cœur a débordé d'émotion. À ce moment-là, j'ai cru que j'avais enfin trouvé ma place. Mais après être tombée enceinte, j'ai découvert par hasard, dans son ordinateur, des vidéos pornographiques entre lui et ma meilleure amie Sherry, ainsi que son journal intime, rempli de déclarations d'amour pour elle. Je me suis connectée à son compte secondaire WhatsApp. Bien que Sherry l'ait déjà bloqué, il continuait à lui envoyer des mots doux, des déclarations en vidéo, des messages écrits et vocaux. Je suis allée à l'hôpital pour un examen prénatal. Mais dans le hall, j'ai vu mon Alpha, Nick, à genoux devant Sherry, un bouquet de fleurs à la main et le collier en pierre de lune, héritage de sa famille. « Sherry, pour toi, j'ai renoncé à mon rêve de soumettre les tribus du Sud. Je suis revenu uniquement pour te retrouver. Je veux t'épouser ! Un enfant a besoin de son père. Si tu es d'accord, je te marque immédiatement et tu deviendras ma Luna ! » Je me suis alors retournée et j'ai demandé au médecin de procéder à une interruption volontaire de grossesse. Puis je suis partie seule, sans me retourner. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce qu'il abandonne Sherry et leur enfant pour se lancer, comme un fou, à ma recherche.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

"Limits, Charli. I'm going to f**k you like you've never been f**ked. Tell me now if I've crossed that limit. Tell me now if you don't want this." Words didn't form; instead, I pushed my ass backwards until it brushed against his erection. Sometime during his speech he'd freed it from the confines of his slacks. "Last chance, Charli." "Please." My word was barely audible. He tugged my hair again. "What did you say?" "Please, Nox. I want you. Take me." He didn't need to be sure I was ready. The evidence glistened under the awful fluorescent lights. The sound of the condom package tearing was soon replaced by my whimper as he plunged... *** One Week. No Last Names. No Regrets. Alexandria "Charli" Collins is done playing the perfect Southern heiress. At an exclusive California resort, she meets Nox Demetri—a billionaire as enigmatic as he is irresistible. When he boldly claims her as his "wife" to ward off an unwanted admirer, their explosive chemistry ignites a no-strings affair that quickly spirals beyond either of their control. But Nox is hiding dangerous secrets, and Charli's past won't stay buried. As their week of passion draws to a close, reality comes crashing in. Can a temporary escape survive the real world—or will the truth destroy them both?

„Mein Alpha, wenn deine Luna wüsste, dass der Embryo, der in ihren Bauch transplantiert wurde, eigentlich unser befruchtetes Ei war und sie somit nur unsere Leihmutter ist, wäre sie wahrscheinlich so wütend, dass sie sich umbringen würde, oder?“ Elora schnappte nach Luft. Mein Gefährte, Damon, der Alpha des Silbermondrudels, knetete Eloras Brüste. „Ich mag sie auch nicht. Aber wenn sie stirbt, wer soll dann mein Rudel leiten? Du kleines Luder“ Damon lachte leise, zog sie von vorne zu sich heran und stieß von hinten gnadenlos in sie hinein. „Also müssen wir das geheim halten. Wenn unser Kind dann geboren ist und die Position des Alphas von mir übernimmt, werden wir ihr den endgültigen Schlag versetzen.“ Ich tat so, als wüsste ich von nichts, brachte das Kind zur Welt und zog es mit großer Sorgfalt auf. Zweiundzwanzig Jahre später, nachdem mein Sohn Torin sein Studium abgeschlossen hatte, übergaben wir ihm die Alphaposition und meinen gesamten Reichtum. Bei der Übergabezeremonie, vor den Ältesten, Adligen und Anführern verbündeter Rudel, kam Elora Arm in Arm mit meinem Gefährten herein. Dann hielt sie mir das Testergebnis einer DNA- Analyse entgegen. „Torin ist der leibliche Sohn von Damon und mir. Jetzt ist es an der Zeit, ihn mir zurückzugeben.“ Mein Sohn zog ein kleines Fläschchen hervor und sagte gnadenlos zu mir: „Das ist ein Trank, den ich von einer Hexe bekommen habe. Trink ihn jetzt, brich die Gefährtenbindung zu meinem Vater und verschwinde so weit und schnell wie möglich von hier!“ Ich lächelte leicht. „In Ordnung.“

On the day of our daughter's birthday, my husband brought the daughter of his true love home.The little girl had her arms wrapped around my husband's neck. She pointed at me and asked, "Dad, who is she?"My husband tried to comfort her. "Baby, she's the nanny that I've hired for you."I tried my best not to be affected by the pain in my chest and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Frost, Please pay me for the work that I've done for the past seven years..."My husband laughed angrily. "You're such a gold digger!"Well, I indeed love money. Why couldn't I love money? I was dying and needed to make preparations for my daughter in advance. Not only that, but I also would make them all pay the price!

Today is the day when my boyfriend Caleb agreed to mark me. I even took off my skirt, but he received a phone call before he could complete it. He instantly left me alone on the bed, making me feel extremely embarrassed. I tried everything to contact him, but I couldn't reach him. Then, when I finally called his childhood sweetheart, Susan, to my surprise, Caleb answered the phone. "Susan was scared by a nightmare. I have to stay with her to take care of her. Let's mark another day. And please can we talk later. Susan finally fell asleep again. I don't wanna disturb her rest.” "But this is the seventh time you have postponed marking," I said softly. "Marking can be done at any time, but Susan needs me! Don't you have any humanity, Maria?" He hung up, and I burst into tears. My inner wolf asked me, Caleb is gone, do you still need to mark today? I wiped away my tears and said, "Of course, I will do it.” And I immediately contacted the alpha of the neighboring tribe.

At six in the evening, Allen Bennett prepared a perfect dinner, with each dish carefully chosen to match Sarah Foster's preferences. By seven, he had run her bath, adding lavender essential oils and rose petals to the warm water, filling the bathroom with a calming fragrance. By eight, he placed her comfortable slippers by the entrance, awaiting her return. At nine, the front door finally opened. Sarah walked in, and Allen immediately went to greet her. With practiced grace, he helped her out of her coat and placed her slippers before her feet, then hung the coat in the entryway closet. Turning to her with a gentle smile, he asked, "Would you prefer to have your bath first or would you like to eat?"