Were Zeus And Hera Siblings

"You have no house to go to, no money, no friends and no child to drain me of child support. Don't be stubborn. You know you'll die without me, I'm your only family left." Once again that proud tone was sneered at me. "I worry for you." Devon’s eyes glimmered waiting for me to go on my knees and beg him. I shake my head. "Worry about yourself Devon. Do you really think you'd go scott free after the shit you pulled today? You couldn't even let me mourn my baby in peace." I searched for his gaze, my eyes burrowing into his. "I promise you, if not today, one-day Devon. I'll make you wish you were dead." ____ Corrie North gave Devon Remington everything. Amazing sex? She gave him her body. A devoted house-wife? She abandoned her career for him. A fucking maid? She scrubbed every inch of his sprawling mansion. A child? She nearly died bringing their son, Haven, into the world. And how did he repay her? Devon betrayed her. He cheated with a younger woman, handed her divorce papers, and vanished on the day their son died in a mysterious accident. Two months later, he finally showed up to Haven's funeral, with his pregnant mistress on his arm. As if that wasn’t enough, he accused Corrie of murdering their child. Devastated, Corrie vowed revenge. She vanished from Devon’s life, promising that everyone who played a part in Haven’s death would pay, including him. Four years later, Devon wants her back. He’ll do anything to make her his again. But Corrie isn’t the same woman he left behind. Will she make him pay for his betrayal , or will old flames pull her back into the arms of the man who destroyed her?

I'm the female protagonist of a spicy novel. One day, the system tosses me into an innocuous novel to be reformed. What a joke! I turn to the male protagonist. "Hi there. Want to make out?" He has me thrown behind bars and accuses me of molesting him. Much later, he does even naughtier things than the male protagonists in spicy novels do.

Pisauku terus menggores, mengoyak, dan menghujam tubuhnya, darah mengalir deras membentuk kubangan merah beraroma amis.Napasku terengah, tenagaku terkuras habis untuk melukai korbanku yang tidak bergerak sama sekali.Korbanku hanya menatapku dengan tatapan mengejek,nafsu membunuhku semakin meningkat. Tapi tunggu, apa itu?Luka yang kubuat disekujur tubuhnya mulai memudar hingga menghilang tanpa bekas."Bagaimana bisa lukamu hilang secepat itu? Siapa kau sebenarnya?!"-Evelyn Lishon-"Aku Werewolf, dan kau adalah Mate-ku"-Gerald Anderson-

Some fairy tales have happy endings, some have tragic ones, but there are also some fairy tales that never really end. Let's say, the story of a crown prince who was never crowned, a younger brother who pursued pseudo revenge, a lotus princess who never became a lotus flower, or the story of siblings who were banished without breadcrumbs. For a long time hanging around without any certainty, the tales accidentally unite to achieve the same goal. Being in the same side. Fight against the same enemy. Seize the happy ending, because the darkness doesn't deserve it.

When they were in a proximity of 20 meters, she threw coffee on his secretary. When they were in a proximity of 2 meters, she hit him where the sun doesn't shine. When they were in a proximity of some mere centimeters, she broke his nose. Now, she broke his vase of a million dollars and he is ready to take his revenge. He wants her as his fake fiancée and act the part but what happens when they are surrounded by people believing they are in love and the flowers really do blossom? Amelia Carter is ready to be the fake fiancée but is she ready for the slow caress and steady hands of Mr. Alexeev? Mr. Alexeev is ready to take revenge while making sure he gets out of the arrangements of his mother but is he ready to take on the clumsy but pure Amelia? What happens when the burning red of their attraction forms something akin to... love?

No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does. This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat. Wild. Wet. Wanton. You’ve never read sin like this before. If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse. Content Warning: This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power. For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age. It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.

Coincidentally they met again. They are childhood friend and playmates. But they always have compettion on medals and awards those times they were at grade schools. But an incident happened the governor died in a gun shot. And Jasmine suspected Jake. She believe what she saw. Would it be possible that she got wrong though she witnessed the crime in her two eyes.

She doesn't understand why she and her eleven younger sisters were cursed to dance each night for the Underground King. But when her mother's diary is found, a few things fall into place. He is surprised when the king offers half his kingdom to the man that can solve the curse. What kind of father does that? But as they come together to solve the curse, they fall in love and fall fast. Leading to the question, can they solve the curse before it is too late, or will he lose her forever?

It wasn't just a story about love and a happy ending—not all stories end that way. It all began when a sweet, innocent young girl fell in love with a kind, handsome young boy. Serapina Mondragon fell for Damon Romanova when they were young, but he bitterly refused to love her, hurting her in every way. What hurt her the most was that, even after their wedding day, he still refused to love her. Because of the pain and heartache, she went abroad and became the woman she always hoped to be: strong, independent, and, most of all, full of hatred for her so-called husband. For so many years, she had been hiding, not wanting to see him. But now that she has the courage to face him, he better hide because she's coming right at him with full force. DISCLAIMER: it is a work of fiction,names, companies, places and events was fictional

"You died four days ago. You were buried yesterday. That's fast healing, even for us," Clara explained. "Us?" Clara smiled. "You have risen from the dead and have healed all your wounds. You have no pulse. You do not breathe, and we've been giving you blood so that you can survive. And the last thing you can remember is a tingling in your neck before you died." She clasped her hands together. "I've read your personnel file, Shamira. I know you're not stupid, even if your former bosses thought you were. You can figure this --" "Vampire? You're kidding, right? You have to --" "Wanna go ahead and say 'But there's no such thing as vampires' so we can get that out of the way?" "There's no such thing as vampires!"