South Park Lemon Novelas e Histórias

Emma Jean Scott has just taken over the family business, kari-hope industries. The most loved amusement parks in the world. Keiran Smith has been by Emma Jean's side since their college days. He loved the mistaken attention he would get from being known as her lover until she finds actual love. Kenji James has had a dream to open his own amusement park but time and again he was crushed thanks to Kari-hope. A chance encounter between the two leads to kari-hope in jeopardy. Will Emma Jean find out who is behind the sabotage or will she turn her back on it all for love?

In the fifth year of our long-distance relationship, I secretly quit my job without telling my boyfriend, Ian Gambino, and travelled more than a thousand kilometers to South Bordington. I wanted to give him a surprise: to get registered and married to him. He worked as a bodyguard for the biggest mafia Don in South Bordington. His job kept him extremely busy, and we were often out of contact. The last time we spoke, he said he had to accompany his boss to an underground auction for security. The job would last three months. Relying solely on the address that I remembered, I managed to find the place. When the guards at the entrance heard that I was looking for Ian Gambino, their expressions turned a little strange. "Don Ian is still busy. Please wait a moment," one of them said. I froze. Don Ian? Before I could process what he meant, I heard him whispering to the person next to him, "So, she's the one that the Don keeps outside? How did she end up here? If Donna Jeanine finds out about this, she's going to cause a huge scene." I was just about to explain to them that they had the wrong person when a woman in a custom-made evening gown walked in. The staff immediately fell silent and addressed her respectfully, "Donna Jeanine." She was on the phone, her voice coquettishly sweet. "Honey, I'm here. You promised you'd come with me and the baby for the medical checkup this time!" From the other end of the call came a deep male voice, filled with affection. "Darling, it'll be over soon. Go take a rest in the VIP lounge. Don't tire yourself out." I had listened to that voice for five years. It belonged to Ian Gambino.

Vaibhav Shergill(25) | Naira (18) The complex, complicated, love story of the two weired copules who unfortunately dragged by fate together. Having reasons respectively, they ended up in tying the knot, forcefully or unwilling, give the term whatever you feel right. She looks innocent. Have you ever heard about :- don't ever judge by it covers! Same here.She is badass. Innocent, the word itself run away from her. He is a silent creature. Silence , yeah! She is nowhere to be around. He is south, she is north. If, he is East , no dobut ! she is west. Poles apart. But ened up together. Would they really end up together? Or ,they will end up everything together? Rollercoaster is in its way! - Epitome of love. Perfect example of loving relationship.

Emily widened her eyes; she turned her head, and stared hard at the man driving the car. Soon enough, everything came replaying in her head: "It's bank accounts," "You can have all of the money," "Why are you such a ding-a-ling?" "Follow my rules," "I threw your bag away," "I own this mall..." She connected the dots one, by, one; blinking her eyes rapidly as she gazed at him while he drove—the man, whom she was living with, was the CEO of Empire World Corporation! It was now clear to her why he was always so arrogant and hostile towards everything; he was the most powerful business man in South Korea! Emily couldn't help but shiver uncontrollably.

A love forbidden by rectitude..... Ajuri Daniels had a normal, peaceful life. A top student. Head girl of the Royal Academy. A loving grandmother. Wonderful friends. But things went south on the night of her sixteenth year old birthday, when she decided to take a break from her mundane life and live like harry for just one night. The plan was simple; go out with Lola, have some fun and call it a day. Fate, however, had a different plan for her and was hellbent on executing it. Ajuri ended up capturing the attention of Ben Ezeagu, the hot bad boy who turned out to be not only the Principal's nephew but also someone associated with a tragedy that scarred her family. And worse of all, she falls in love with him.

To escape maltreatment, survive, and live better lives, Henrietta Cotta and her brother, Benjamin who are illegitimate children of Alpha Adam, the Alpha of the Highbrow pack in the South, travel to the North. But in the North, they have to hide their true identity of being Alpha Adam’s children because the Northern werewolves, who had killed her father, would kill them too if their true identity is exposed. Over the next few years, Henrietta and her brother grow from being mere asylum seekers in the North to becoming powerful and influential political figures. However, when she discovers a secret about her father, the wonderful life she has built for herself is threatened, and it also leads her into a journey of finding love in the arms of someone whom nature and wolf relations had originally made her enemy.

Anthony Mavens, a lawyer,politician, and most importantly, a mafia Lord, has set out teach everyone who has hurt him a lesson. Sandra Martinson, a fashion designer, first daughter, ruthless, and fearless has found herself somehow crossing paths with the infamous mafia Lord. She is the solution to his problems, and the key to his revenge. No strings attached, no love connection, just two years of marriage is the term of their contract. He has vowed to tame her. What happens when the contract goes south? Anthony has found himself falling for the woman he once discarded, and Sandra knowing she is a pawn in a game has vowed to never be with him. What happens when he is faced with the option of choosing between his long-term planned revenge and his newly found love? Will love or hatred conquer it all?

My ex-boyfriend’s first love insisted on dragging me onto the drop tower ride, which caused me to have severe bleeding from the trauma. When it happened, he used her fear of blood as an excuse to cover her eyes and hurry away, abandoning me in a pool of blood. In that critical moment, Steven Landers, the amusement park designer, rushed me to the hospital just in time. After losing the baby, I was completely devastated. Then to my surprise, he got down on one knee at the amusement park and proposed, promising me happiness for the rest of my life. After we got married, I became pregnant again. But I accidentally stumbled across his chat with a ride maintenance worker. "Mr. Landers, your wife already lost a child because of Miss Smith. You mentioned she has difficulty getting pregnant, so why are you pulling the same trick to get her on the drop tower again?" Steven casually touched his wedding ring and replied, "She's the reason Anne can never be a mother, so I absolutely won't let Myla give birth to a child that would upset her." "But that's your child too! How can you do this?" "So what? This is what she owes Anne. The drop tower is the perfect way to make it look like an accident. Tomorrow is Myla's birthday, and I'll personally take her on the ride. If she tries to run, I need all of you to help catch her!" So that was his plan all along—to use the drop tower to cause another "accident" and make me lose my baby!

My fiancé, Luca, dragged me along to a party with his crew. We had barely walked through the door before his boys were hounding him to play "Seven Minutes in Heaven." "Angelina, babe, come join us!" Fiona, Luca’s "best friend" from back home, called out to me with a smirk. I shook my head and slipped onto a barstool, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my glass. I watched them huddle in a circle, drawing cigar bands with names scribbled on them. Luca drew Fiona. They shared a laugh before disappearing into the storage room behind the bar. "Seven minutes! Starting... now!" someone hollered, followed by a chorus of whistles. But seven minutes came and went. The door stayed shut. Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty... I finally stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs, ready to see what was going on. Just then, I heard Luca’s friends whispering in a thick Sicilian dialect. "This American guy... her head is greener than a lemon tree in Palermo and she doesn’t even know it." "I bet Luca and Fiona are having the time of their lives in there right now." "Poor Boston girl. Look at her, sitting there like a loyal little dog. Hilarious." I froze. My blood turned to ice, and the air felt too thin to breathe. Suddenly, the storage room door creaked open. Luca walked out, wiping sweat from his brow, followed closely by Fiona, who was busy smoothing out her rumpled shirt. "Whoa, how was it? Seven minutes in heaven live up to the hype?" someone teased. Luca smirked, his eyes glazed with satisfaction. "Better. I didn't want to leave."

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.