Super Hero Last Names Novels & Stories

My fiancé presented two engagement rings—one for me, one for my sister to choose first. The first was a three-carat fancy pink diamond, flown in from Antwerp, the kind that made dealers go quiet. The second was a plain platinum band, standard issue, the sort you buy off the tray as a backup. For the first time in my life, I pointed at the pink diamond. "I'll choose first this time." Dante Moretti ran his hand through my hair, the way you soothe a restless dog. "Eleanor, you know Grace has always been particular. If she can't have the best, she'd rather have nothing. You've never cared about any of this. The other one is fine." I didn't answer. My chest felt hollow. We'd grown up together—his

Victor Van Hellfrost is a powerful businessman and heir to a CEO in the automotive industry who likes to sleep with any woman he finds attractive at the time he wants and how he wants, but when he is brutally rejected by one of his maids, something in him shudders and that ends up releasing a very dark secret inside him, which he had almost completely forgotten. The powerful man keeps a mystery inside him and the same woman who rejected him ends up driving him crazy. The man who on moonlit nights is a wild beast and by day is a millionaire knight, finally ends up entangled in the nets of his past, and just when he finally felt really attracted to a woman, the lonely alpha finally meets his

Jenny posted a picture of me and her brother, who had an intellectual disability. The caption? "Finally, a happy ending!" The comments were all the same: "Is this your sister-in-law? She’s gorgeous!" I simply replied with a question mark, but Jenny ignored me and responded to someone else instead. "She's kinda my sister-in-law, yes!" It didn't take long for Steven to call me, his tone full of anger. "It was just a little edit, do you really have to blow things out of proportion?" Half an hour later, Jenny posted another photo of her sitting in Steven's luxury car, and even tagged me in it. "We may not be related by blood, but this big brother of mine has always been my rock!" Stev

They said Dragons are a myth and they don't exist in the real world but it's a lie. Dragons are real and they once rule the human empire but humans are more cunning than them. They tell lies to gain their trust until the Heart of Magic, yield with an infinite power was stolen from them. Dragons believe that it's in the hands of a selfish mortal. The Red Dragon, Astra lead the attack. She was pregnant and her whelps will soon come out. As the battle began, Astra has given birth to a white dragon. They are weak and useless. She can't withstand her pride raising a white dragon of her own so she abandons her child in the wilderness. She left her whelp and destroyed every realm on the planet

I woke up in the middle of the night to find my wife crying and begging me to let her see that young man one last time. "I’ll come right back after seeing him one last time. Please, I’m begging you." In our seven years of marriage, this was only the second time she’d spoken to me in such a pleading, ingratiating tone. The last time was when I caught the kid running out of her office, his clothes in disarray. Afraid I’d make a scene, she grabbed my hand and pleaded, "Honey, I promise I’ll cut him off. Please don’t divorce me. I’ll die without you." So, I gave her another chance. Just as she promised, she devoted herself to our family, becoming the perfect wife everyone admired. Until t

After five years of marrying into the Loween City in place of my sister, the Gambling King finally passed away. My son and my ex-husband—at long last—gave me permission to fake my death and return to them. But they laid down three conditions. First: kneel before Vivian Gray, apologize for framing her all those years ago, and surrender my place as Mrs. Hartwell. Second: work as a live-in maid for my own son for five years, and never show up at his school in my former identity as the reigning queen of the nightlife scene—lest I embarrass him. Third: drink an abortifacient to destroy my fertility forever, as recompense for the infertility I once caused Vivian. "My lady, you've endured fiv

The Last Wolfe is a dark mafia romance about two enemies who fall in love without knowing they are enemies. Raven Wolfe is the last survivor of her family. Eight years ago, the Vlad family murdered her parents, her brothers, her uncles, her cousins. She survived because she was not home that night. Now she hunts the men who destroyed her life. She has no names. No faces. She has been chasing shadows for eight years. Fenris Vlad is the son of Dante Vlad, the man who ordered the massacre. He has spent years searching for the last heir of the Wolfe family. He does not know what she looks like. He only knows she exists. They meet by chance at a charity gala. She is there because her bos

I've been married to Ryland Webster for eight years. In that time, we got divorced nine times. I met every woman he dated after our wedding. Whenever he grew tired of someone and wanted out, I became his favorite excuse. "If you marry him, you'll end up like me," I told them. "Cleaning up his messes, signing divorce papers over and over, and walking away with nothing." On New Year's Eve, I sat beside another woman he'd abandoned, handing her tissues as she cried. Across the city, Ryland was setting off a fireworks display for his newest girlfriend. As I watched her sob through an entire box of tissues, I saw a younger version of myself. For the first time, I asked Ryland for a divorce.

After deciding to leave Azurea and follow Clara Miller to Northwood City, I was cast out by my parents. "That girl is an orphan–what can she possibly give you? If you choose a life of hardship now, you’ll spend the rest of your life suffering! Once you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back!" I left anyway. For five years, I watched Clara rise step by step, becoming one of Northwood City’s most respected psychologists. Just as she had promised, she gave me a home. As the New Year approached, I planned to take her back to Azurea to reconcile with my parents. However, just before boarding the plane, she abandoned me again–this time for a depressed patient threatening to take his ow

I discover a helicopter in the estate three years after I'm transmigrated. My wife, Diana Snow, decides to drop the act after noticing my crippled legs. "Three years ago, you couldn't accept being my lover after I married Andrew," she says. "So, we trapped you here, tricking you into thinking that you had transmigrated. It seems that you've learned how to behave yourself after working as one of the household staff for three years." I have a hard time believing her words. The housekeeper of the estate tears her mask off and reveals her true identity—my sister, Beverly Graham. "Andrew's son is all grown up, so you can finally go home now, Connor," she says. "Your plan was absolutely flawl