South Park Ike Broflovski

Brenda Ballister is thrown into a world of lies, secrets, and deceits when she accidentally finds herself on the enemy's turf. Her parents had forced her to get married to an aged mafia to seal an alliance, she planned her escape on her wedding day and hopped onto a bike thinking he was her getaway driver. Kaden Blackwood, leader of a mafia bike gang called the FIENDS, and her sworn enemy. He put a bullet on her elder brother's head and she swore to avenge her brother's death. What happens when she realizes Kaden is the biker? What happens when he makes her gamble for her life? What happens when she loses and he claims her as his possession? Will she survive whatever he was planning and avenge her brother? Or will she give in to the temptation?

When my husband, Louis Banks, was caught in a traffic accident, I was at an interview out of town. By the time I got to the hospital, he had already been declared dead, and was sent to the crematorium. Hearing the news, I fainted on the spot. When I woke up again, I was greeted by the court coming to enforce the auction of all our assets. The reason was that Louis' company had gone into financial troubles, leaving us in massive debt, and I was the only legal representative of the company. Many years later, I found myself begging in the snow with a cracked bowl, and I nearly got run over by a luxury car. To my surprise, the one in the driver's seat was none other than Louis, who was supposed to be dead ages ago! Dressed in designer brands and holding another woman in his arms, he jeered at my filthy stench and appearance, even kicking my bowl to pieces. "You're still alive, huh? I was worried that I couldn't trick someone who graduated from a bigshot university, but you were dumb enough to believe it without questioning it for a second!" He laughed, sneering as he continued, "Thanks for working so hard for us, hahaha!" His words filled me with so much anger that I died on the spot, my eyes glaring at him even in death. Little did I expect that when I came to, I found myself back on the day of his accident!

Elara Voss is traded like currency to prevent a war she never started. When her father’s betrayal entangles the Bratva with the Iron Reapers Motorcycle Club, the only way to stop bloodshed is a forced union between enemies. Elara—untouched, defiant, and hiding a dangerous truth is married off to Kade “Ruin” Cross, the ruthless president of the Iron Reapers. Ruin believes Elara is a spy. Elara believes Ruin is a monster. In a world governed by blood oaths, violence, and loyalty, they are bound by a marriage that neither of them wants. Kade cross holds back his power, but his defense never falters. Over time, Elara's fear gives way to longing, then to devotion. But love is a liability. As mafia politics tighten, betrayals surface, and enemies close in, Elara becomes Ruin’s greatest weakness and his reason to burn the world. When an unexpected pregnancy changes the balance of power, Ruin must choose between vengeance and the fragile future growing in his arms. Elara and kade must choose whether to ride together or destroy one another in a world where love is war and loyalty is money.

She was raised in a world of traditions and innocence; he rules a world of violence and fear. When a dangerous biker stumbles into her quiet life, everything she knows begins to crack. Kane never planned to touch something so pure, never planned to want her, and never planned to love her, but once he does, he will burn the world to protect her.

When they drove out of the parking lot, Aaliyah lets out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.  "Good job, Ms Davis." She turned to Antonio her gaze sharp.  "Shouldn't you call me Mrs Parker?" He sighs.  "I apologise, I needed that deal, it wasn't my intention to bring you into this." She refrained from rolling her eyes, reminding herself he was still her boss. "I'm not coming to another meeting." She told him, walking to the car.  "Remember who gives to your cheque at the end of the month." She turned back to him.  "Well, then I want a raise if I'm going to continue lying to them." He nods.  "Fine."  "I was joking."  "I'm not, I'll pay you if you pretend to be married to me for a while. We need our marriage to look more believable, we will go to parties together and other gatherings." She looked at him like he had gone mad. "Aren't you already married to Samantha."  - *Updates every Monday & Thursday*

I've been married to Sylvia Fuller, a mafia donna, for ten years. I'm there with her in every life-and-death situation. My hands, which are meant for playing the piano, have developed calluses from using guns. They are also stained with blood from the enemies. But when Sylvia turns 28, she falls head over heels in love with Wilson Hink, the young man she's brought back from the slums. Sylvia has hidden him very well… right until the moment I bump into him accompanying her to a prenatal check-up. Mad with jealousy, I demand Sylvia for answers, but she just passes me a divorce agreement in a lackadaisical manner. "Wilson is a man of religion. He can't sire a child without getting married, so I have to give him a legitimate status. Sign this agreement, and I'll give you 40% of my shares." I refuse to give my position away, so Sylvia keeps forcing my hand. In the end, she even kidnaps my younger brother, who's paralyzed from waist down, and drags him to the spot beneath a hydraulic press. "Sebastian Chance, either you sign the agreement, or watch him get crushed. Your choice." I kneel on the ground and beg Sylvia to stop. But soon, I hear the hydraulic press being activated. It doesn't take long before I'm completely covered in my brother's flesh and blood. I end up collapsing onto the gore-splattered ground. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've gone back in time—back to the time when Wilson has accompanied Sylvia to the prenatal check-up. This time, I don't say anything. Instead, I contact a rehabilitation center located overseas before filing for a divorce and leaving Sylvia behind. But once I'm gone for real, Sylvia actually goes crazy.

A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.

Hi there. Have you ever heard of the San Francisco Boys? No? That’s surprising. They’re kind of hard to miss — masks, billions of followers on YouTube, death-defying stunts that make your heart stop mid-beat. Reckless. Untouchable. Addictive to watch. Yeah … those guys. BUT … these stories ain’t really about them. Not exactly. They’re about the girls who get pulled into their chaos … and survive. About what happens when one of those boys stops being a legend… and becomes your worst mistake. How do I know? Because I’m one of those girls. Melaena Angélica Blackburn. A girl who fell for a San Francisco boy. Damion Grimm. All-time playboy. Professional pain in my ass. Double world champion. Thrill chaser with a death wish and a god complex. He lives by the rules — HIS rules. Ride hard. Screw fast. Feel nothing. That’s how he keeps his demons on a leash. He doesn’t do blondes. He doesn’t do promises. And he sure as hell doesn’t do me — his best friend’s little sister. He shattered me first. And I’ve hated him ever since … or maybe I just needed a reason to. Because hate starts to feel a lot like something else when it burns hot enough. But … the Blackburn name is cursed. My psycho grandfather? Yeah. Even death didn’t shut him up. Old enemies crawl back. Secrets crack open. Monsters rise. And I've learned real fast that evil doesn’t always look like a monster. Sometimes it wears a familiar face. Control slips. Lines blur. Fate? She’s a cruel bitch. But I’m not the girl who breaks. I’m the one who burns. And I’m going to break every damn rule to get what I want.

A virgin at thirty? A plus-size? Yes, that's Hera. After a painful heartbreak, she shuts herself off and chooses to focus on her career. Well, that's until She meets Mason aka Viper, the leader of Shadow riders motorcycle club on her way to her best friends wedding. He stakes his claim on her but life has a way of messing people up. Past traumas and bitter Ex's crawl on them. Hera has a secret, will Mason accept this side of her when he learns about it? *** He is ready to settle, she only wants to play around. He is Jepoy aka Zero. The deadly weapon of the club, yet she elopes his traps, avoiding his claim. She was not always like this, a traumatic marriage changed her. He saved her from him, but he can't save her from the hell she lives in everyday. Chloe knows she isn't ready to settle, Jepoy knows he must stake a claim on her. Two wounded souls, two different destination, is there a future for them? TRIGGER WARNING: The story contains sensitive information. Acts of violence and extremely mature content (+18) will be explored. Proceed with caution.

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.