What Chapter Does Kenjaku Die

"Mi íncubo llegó hace un mes y todavía no deja que lo toque. ¿Por qué pasa esto?" Escribí al asesor con el ceño fruncido, ya perdiendo la paciencia. La respuesta del agente no tardó en llegar, redactada con esa cortesía empalagosa de siempre. "Señorita, nuestras unidades suelen estar ansiosas por convivir con sus dueñas. Si el suyo se comporta así, lo más probable es que esté defectuoso. Si gusta, podemos tramitar el cambio ahora mismo. El nuevo le estaría llegando en una semana." Me quedé mirando a Diego. Era perfecto, tal como lo había soñado siempre. No podía con el pensamiento de devolverlo. Decidí darle un voto de confianza y esperar unos días más. Si de plano no funcionaba, intentaría mandarlo a reparar. Me encantaba demasiado como para rendirme así de fácil. Pero todo se fue al carajo durante la cena familiar. Fue ahí donde sentí un nudo en el estómago al darme cuenta de que mi íncubo tuvo una reacción al ver a mi hermanastra... que estaba sentada justo frente a él. En ese momento, caí en cuenta: el día que llegó el paquete, fue ella quien lo abrió. Esa misma noche, volví a contactar al asesor. "¿Me confirman que el nuevo llega en una semana? Olvídenlo, mándenme el reemplazo de una vez."

Four stories. Four couples Four bikers. Danielle is shocked when her partner suggests an open relationship, furious she finds the closest bar and storms around there in a red dress, only to find it's a biker bar. She gets far more than she bargained for when one of the men becomes obsessed and doesn't want to give her up, even if she's in a relationship. She becomes known as Red, fierce, loyal and escaping her boyfriend who abused her. Vesper is Red's sister and has a hidden secret, she dissapears for years at a time because her job requires it. As a hired assasin, she constantly gets annoyed by the clubs cleaner, Ghost, and hate turns to lust, turns into something much darker. Davina has a stalker, but he's not the kind you expect. He fixes her shit, cooks for her, and even tips her thousands on her cam business, but he's also the ruthless Prez of the MC.

Quatre ans après leur mariage, une femme éclatante a fait son retour. Ce n'était qu'à ce moment-là que Joëlle Azaïs a pu discerner clairement le vrai visage de son mari, jusqu'alors dissimulé derrière un masque froid. L'amour de Franck Gaume ne lui avait jamais appartenu : Il était avare avec elle, mais capable de débloquer trois millions pour les recherches d'une autre femme. Il l'avait forcée à démissionner pour être femme au foyer, mais n'hésitait pas à soutenir cette autre dans la poursuite de ses rêves professionnels. Ce qu'il ignorait, c'était que Joëlle n'était pas une employée ordinaire... Durant ces quatre années où elle avait dirigé un projet de recherche confidentiel d'importance nationale, ses compétences exceptionnelles étaient telles que même son premier amour, qu'il n'avait jamais cessé de chérir, n'avait été que son assistante. Il ignorait aussi que le jour où il avait signé à la hâte ce document, il scellait la fin de leur union. Un mois plus tard, au moment où la consécration scientifique de Joëlle était rendue publique, le jugement de leur divorce a atterri entre les mains de Franck. L'homme, d'ordinaire si maître de ses émotions, a déchiré les papiers, les yeux rougis par la rage et l'incrédulité : « Qui voudra d'elle, une femme divorcée, à part moi ? Je refuse ce divorce ! » Lors de leurs retrouvailles, Joëlle s'avançait au bras de Kévin Marchal, l'héritier de la famille la plus puissante du pays. Son regard vers Franck n'a plus trahi la moindre émotion. Kévin a lancé alors sans aucune pitié : « M. Gaume, surveillez votre attitude. Elle sera désormais MON épouse. »

"Don't play coy with us, Jacqueline. You know that we want you," Grady was to my back and kissed my naked shoulder excruciatingly slowly. We...oh, fuck. ***** Since a very young age, Jacqueline has always been the adventurous type. Growing up she didn't change, her curiosity developed in all aspects of her life. But watching her mom wilted away because of her dad's affairs made her swear not to fall for any man. She moved miles away from home to free herself of her family's hypocrisy and judgemental view of their social circle. Jacqueline couldn't believe the day when she was recruited by an escort agency. Her love of intimacy was reflected in ways she always imagine. The lack of family closeness made her crave attention from others, up until the day she met the twins, from then on she never felt so suffocated in all her life. Follow Jacqueline's journey as she discovers love, not only from one but two men. How will she handle them, and will she follow her guts and fall for both brothers?

“I never wanted you or our daughter.” For five years, I pretended to be in a happy marriage with Andrew Morgan. I left my career to be with this billionaire bachelor to raise a family with him. A family that he never wanted. Of course, I should have known that his heart is still with Eleanor Walsh. Why else would he come chasing after her after she abandoned him for years? I was blind with love, and now my daughter and I are paying the price. “I need you here with me now,” I said. “Our daughter is in danger.” “Eleanor and Lottie need me more!” Andrew snapped. I begged. I cried. None of that mattered to Andrew. Even then, I had hope. I had love. But all of that changed when I found myself alone, with my dead daughter in my arms. “You can spend all your time with Eleanor and Lottie,” I spat at him. “We’re going to be divorced soon!” Andrew caught me by the wrist and stopped me. “You’re not going anywhere. Who said I agreed to the divorce?”

My biggest mistake was marrying the Alpha who hated me. To him, I was never a wife or a Luna, just a living blood bank kept alive to save the woman he loved. My stepsister. He believed every lie she told him and never once chose to believe me. When I finally couldn’t endure it anymore and walked away, he was certain I would come crawling back. He was so sure I wouldn’t survive without him. But I didn’t return. I died instead. At least, that’s what the world believes. Only after my death did he begin to question everything. Only then did the truth surface. Only then did he realize that the woman he destroyed was the only one who had ever loved him without conditions. They say death ends everything. For me, it was only the beginning. Now… I am the Alpha’s greatest regret.

The heart that I had waited two years for was given to the fake heiress, Diane Bishop, by my husband. The doctor said that I only had a week left to live. So, I decided to undergo cryonics. I donated my body to Diane’s workshop. The day I signed the donation papers, my son threw himself into my arms and exclaimed that I had finally made up with Diane. My parents praised me for finally being a good sister to help out Diane. My husband was pleased when he said that I had finally let go of the grudge and had become more understanding. I chuckled. They were right, I had finally learned my lesson. I would give Diane my identity as the heir of Bishop Corporation and fulfill everyone’s wishes.

Ang kuwentong ito ay hindi angKop sa mga batang mambabasa.*** Since childhood, Astin Kier Hernandez has loved Laura Miller. But it was a one-sided love. Laura never had feelings for him. Still, he didn’t give up; he guarded her closely all through college. Out of gratitude to his family, Laura agreed when he proposed in front of her parents. He knew she wouldn’t refuse because of gratitude to their family. He thought he was the happiest man that day. He was wrong. Laura admitted she already had a boyfriend, Gael. But Astin didn’t allow the wedding plans to be canceled. Learning this, he rushed to set the wedding date. On their wedding day, Laura didn’t show up, and that was his first heartbreak. One-sided love is torture. For months, he disappeared from everyone’s radar, leaving behind his comfortable life. To forget, he joined the military, spending four years in training. After that, his team was deployed abroad on their first mission, which lasted longer than expected. Eight years is a long time, so he returned to the Philippines. He and Laura crossed paths once again. But he was no longer the Astin who was hopelessly in love with her. How many women had he left heartbroken whenever he was reassigned to a different place? But how could he now avoid the woman who did nothing but apologise and try to win him over every day? And how long could she endure his cold treatment?

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On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee