The Lightning Thief Annabeth Chase

“You,” Hades snarled, his eyes burning into Claudine’s, “are a viper in my bed. A ticking time bomb.” Claudine’s lips curved into a chillingly beautiful smile. “Darling, in your bed, I’m whatever you desire.” ~~~~ This isn’t your typical enemies-to-lovers romance. This is the story of the infamous daughter of the worlds greatest russian Kalashnikov Omerta,a woman driven by vengeance, who wanted the downfall of Hades Vancouver, the dangerous American mafia leader. Death was too merciful a punishment for the man who murdered her parents. But in a twist of fate, she’s caught in his grip and forced into marriage with him—the very man she swore to destroy. To Hades, she’s not simply his wife. She’s a snake he’s obsessed with, a woman he wants to bend to his will and claim in every way imaginable. Her true identity is hidden from him, but he’s been obsessed since the first night he fingered her into a screaming, squirt-filled orgasm that felt like a soul-shifting experience. The same night she stole from him. Now, trapped in a deadly game of forced proximity, where desire is both a weapon and a weakness, one wrong move could ignite a war that consumes them all. But when Hades discovers the tracker in her old gunshot wound, a relic of a past encounter, the game changes. Read on to find out if things were falling out of place for these characters, or perhaps things were falling into the right places.

Alpha Blake, the 2nd ranked Alpha sees the urgent need for pack expansion and takes a liking to the land of a neighbouring pack. He demands they sell the land to him but they refuse, claiming that it's forbidden to sell an ancestral land. Angered and feeling humiliated, he returns with his best warriors to attack them unawares. Little Lavana's pack is destroyed and she is taken to the enemy pack (Ralton pack) as a slave. She becomes the punching bag for the pack for over a decade.

Irina was left alone with her child and fled the city, hoping to start over after a terrible betrayal from her husband. Every day was a struggle, and every night brought more pain, but she pushed through it for her daughter—her little princess. But life had other plans. Irina soon became someone people admired and respected. Yet her happiness didn’t last long. The man she hated so much came back, his eyes full of regret and shame. He wanted her back more than anything...

She found herself another guy after getting dumped by a scumbag, but she never expected it to be the powerful Mr. Leon! From then on, she became the enviable Mrs. Leon. There were rumors that Mr. Leon was averse to women. Lucy Quinn, while enduring the ache in her body, rolled her eyes resentfully and retorted, “Who said that Mr. Leon is averse to women?” Fucking hell, that man was an insatiable wolf, devouring her from head to toe!

Chase Dawson and Ezaiyah Collins were born separately; yet are seemed to be fighting both uneasy battles. Chase Dawson— a man in his mid-twenties, an intelligent architect, but is grumpy and has a heart as cold as a stone in the middle of an icy cave. He's considering himself as 'cursed', cause who the hell would think that he's not? Knowing that he lost the woman he loved the most— not once, but thrice. And all of them suffered unexpected death. Ezaiyah Collins— a model in her early twenties, an orphan, mistreated by her stepmom and rejected multiple times by the man she loves the most. But what will happen if they are suddenly trapped on an isolated island, forced to live under the same roof? Is there a chance for them to change each other's point of view in life? Would they fall in love? Or they'll just let their time together pass and would just end their somewhat 'connection' still being each other's worst enemy?

I had always shared a perfect relationship with my mother-in-law, Betsy Dutton. We were the model pair of a wealthy family. She and my father-in-law, Rourke Dutton had been childhood sweethearts, their bond seemingly unbreakable. But one day, she told me something that changed my entire perception of them.  She clutched my hand and tears were streaming down her face. “Naomi,” she sobbed, “your father-in-law… he’s been keeping a mistress. They even have a child together! “For over ten years, I’ve been in the dark, made into a laughingstock!” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t hold back my own confession.  “Mom, actually… Julius is no better. He bought a whole apartment building for his mistress!” We wept in each other’s arms, our heartbreak spilling out in waves.  After what felt like an eternity, she sniffled and straightened herself. “Men are utterly unreliable creatures!” “I’m done with that old man, Naomi!” I gripped her hand tightly. “Mom, wherever you go, I’ll follow. I’m done with Julius, too!”

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"

My boyfriend, Harvey Seinfeld, got diagnosed with cancer and needed a liver transplant. When I found out I was a match, I didn't think twice. Two-thirds of my liver—gone. The pain was brutal. As soon as I came to, I dragged myself to his room. Right before I walked in, I heard him laughing with his friends. "Harvey, you're a genius for coming up with such an epic revenge plan." He snorted. "If I didn't have to keep it low-key, I would've taken a kidney just for fun. "It's her fault Vivi bombed her art exam and had to study abroad. Vivi's coming back next month. That's when I'll be done with her for good."