Tanjiro Mom Name Novels & Stories

Each time my husband touches my body, I lose my control. When he puts his lips on mine, I burn in passion and I want him to keep loving me like this. when his rough fingers touch my curvy body, I become restless, and moan his name, but He does not take my name but his ex's name. My name is Jasmine Smith, the secret wife of Asia's biggest mafia king Eric Varghese. It is said that Eric Varghese is a psycho. He took the life of his lover with his own hands, just because she attempted to escape from his prison. Who would to get close to a devil like him? He left me no other choice for the sake of that 4-year-old innocent girl, Ryle Who was imprisoned in that monster's house. In order to save her I willingly married this monster. Rumours fly about his cruelty, especially towards the women in his life but I'm his possession now. His secrets might hold the key to my past but at what cost?

Being the daughter of a mafia boss and an assassin has led to an interesting life for Dasha Hatzis. The blood and knowledge of the women who came before her, taught her that if she’s going to be the only woman in a room full of men, to make sure she's the deadliest thing in that room. After finishing up a contract that ended with surprising results, she thinks that's the end of the matter. But what happens when her prey suddenly becomes her ally? Dasha finds herself teaming up with an unlikely partner as they attempt to stop a plot that has assassins unknowingly targeting other assassins . Tension and attractions rise, friends become enemies, and everything will be put on the line as Dasha fights to stay alive and secure her legacy as the infamous assassin known as Aconite. Codename: Aconite is the second book in the Codename trilogy and acts as a prequel to book 1. It can be read as a standalone book.

Sue Greene in one elaborately planned schemed steamy night, lost her home and reputation... but gained just one thing that encompasses it all. Ford Mason, the current CEO of the Mason Group, fell for one cute and sweet woman just for one hot and steamy night. As Sue's family wanted her to marry instead of her sister to a vegetable, she refuses and is given a choice. To Marry him or to get Disowned. She chooses the get Disowned and leaves the country. Five long years later, Sue is back as a woman with a child and the founder and CEO of the brand that is on everyone's lips. And she's back to have her revenge on those who asked for it.

My physics teacher held up my test paper with an 18-point score in front of all the students and parents and said, “Students like this are hopeless. I don’t even know how someone like this passed the high school entrance exam. “I didn’t think there was a way to cheat on the high school entrance exam, but it turns out there is. It gives people like this a chance to cheat.” He did not just insult my intelligence but also questioned my character and family. “Well, it’s not surprising. Only a junk-collecting family could raise a kid like this.” I curled up in my seat, too scared to say anything. But my stepmom could not stand it anymore. She smacked the chalk box off his desk, pointed at him, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?! “I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and book fees! How did it turn into us being a junk-collecting family?! “You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!” For some reason, she suddenly seemed imposing and heroic to me.

I was born a liar. That was the label my mother gave me. In the Dark Moon Pack, every pup carries a Lunar Mark on their wrist. Green means truth. Red means liar. My twin sister Maya slashed Mommy's ceremonial dress with a blade and blamed the pack hounds. Her wrist stayed soft and green. My mark went crimson when I said I was cold. "Mommy, I'm telling the truth. Please believe me." Elena would crouch down, look me in the eye, and say the same thing every time. "The Goddess's mark is absolute, Selena. Your own heart betrays you." She never touched me. She just looked at my wrist with disgust. No matter how honest I tried to be, my heart would race when I was scared. And every time my pulse spiked, the mark turned red. I lied when I said I was hungry. I lied when I said I loved her. I lied when I cried. After enough years, I stopped fighting back. I started to believe her. Maybe I really was broken. Maybe I was just born wrong. The night I died, I wrote one last line in my Penance Journal. "Mommy, help me. It hurts. Please — just believe me once." She never saw it. She had already locked the door and walked away. I'm sorry, Mommy. I died still trying to get it right. In my next life — will you hold me?

Karina's world shattered when she discovered her husband's infidelity and his desire for a divorce, leaving her adrift and unsure of her next steps amidst the judgment of his family. Summoning her courage, she signed the papers and departed, her destination uncertain. Fortune intervened as Karina reunited with her long-lost family, inspiring her to embark on a journey abroad. Six years elapsed before she returned, transformed into a formidable woman unrecognizable from her former self. As Karina embraced her fresh start, fate intervened once more as she unexpectedly crossed paths with her ex-husband. Would this encounter stir up old emotions, or would it unveil an unforeseen twist in the tale, leaving her adversaries stunned?

"Mommy, I found my daddy, and he looks like me!" "I'm sure this time!" Cecilia Eldritch heard her daughter, Celeste, scream as she ran inside the house. Celeste would always find random men and claim that they were her dad. She had already gotten used to Celeste's mischievousness and decided to ignore it. Until Celeste showed her the "daddy" that she randomly found. Sure enough, Celeste brought home her daddy. "I found you." "You can't run away again, Cecilia," Eon Eno said with a triumphant smile. How could he find her after all these years? How can one steamy night with her sworn enemy lead up to this point? "Yay, now I have a daddy!"

I gave my husband, Creighton, five years of unconditional love, only for him to throw divorce papers at me the moment his childhood sweetheart, Chloe, returned to the country. Broken-hearted and realizing I was just a placeholder in his life, I signed the papers and walked away without telling him that I was pregnant with his twins. I moved across the country, built a massive organic skincare empire, and raised my beautiful children with the help of my loyal best friend, Darius, who became the perfect father figure they needed. I built a life so grand and successful that I completely forgot the pain of my past. But five years later, Creighton crosses paths with my children at a business convention and notices the striking resemblance to himself. Now, he wants forgiveness, he wants his family back, and he is willing to beg on his knees. Too bad for him, I do not need his money, I do not need his status, and my heart is no longer up for grabs.

Little Jean contracted AIDS from a human woman. What's worse? She gave it to him intentionally. As if that wasn't enough, she reintroduced herself in my mate's life as his new love. Logan loved her to bits because she was young and talented. He didn't care if she was human. It has been hell ever since. I have been secretly been bullied by Leah, the human girl, since she won Logan's heart. While I endured all the bullying in hopes of winning hearts, no one wanted to treat my son, the future heir of the Waterstone pack. It was a shame. But I will be leaving everything behind to start anew. I was born a healer, never got the chance to blossom. And I shall...with all my determination. Because I have to treat my sick son. (THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL. I DID NOT FIND THE CURE FOR AIDS GUYS, PLEASE DON'T COME FOR ME)

The seventh time Dante Moretti served me divorce papers, I was sitting with my son in a cheap diner on Chicago's South Side. I forced a smile and brushed my hand over my son's hair. "Just wait a little longer, sweetheart. This time, Mommy will get custody of you." He stayed quiet for a long moment. Then he looked up and asked, “Mommy, how much do you need to sell me for before you're happy?” Before I could answer, he pulled a handwritten divorce agreement from his backpack and pushed it toward me. "I know you keep fighting Dad for me because you want more money from him." "I wrote the agreement for him. Please sign it. Dad is already tired. Stop making his life so hard." His handwriting was crooked, but every word had been written with care. Dante would give me three million dollars. At the bottom, in my son's childish scrawl, was one more line. [After you take the money, don't bother me, Dad, and Serena anymore. Let us be happy.] Serena was Dante's childhood sweetheart. The woman he trusted more than his own wife. For five years, I had stood against Dante's family, his lawyers, and half the Chicago underworld just to keep custody of my son. For him, I would've walked away with nothing. But the child I had raised for eight years had already chosen another mother. So why shouldn't I give their perfect little family exactly what they wanted?