Who Is The Devil's Son

Upon hearing about my husband's surgery, I braved a typhoon and torrential rain, driving four hours back to the city. When I arrived at the hospital, my husband, Xander Gray, was lying on the hospital bed, calling out loudly, "I want my wife! Get my wife here!" His buddies around him joked about how his wife had him completely whipped. Everyone said he loved me to death. Blushing, I walked over with a happy smile and held his hand, saying, "I'm here." To my surprise, he shook off my hand in disgust and snarled, "Get lost! You're not my wife! My wife is Beverly Long!"

In two steps he was on her, yanking her up straight and turning her around to face the wall. She gasped at the change in dynamic: her teasing and taunting were shoved roughly to one side and now he was in full and total control. Jo trembled as he dropped a slow, sexy kiss on her right shoulder, then lightly nipped her soft skin before moving his mouth to her ear. “Don’t you move, angel,” he murmured. “Keep facing forward.” **** Jolene Angeles is fresh out of a nightmare marriage and parked at a roadside biker bar hunting for one thing: Mr. Right Now. In a few days, she’ll have a new job, a new city, a new life, and a single, forgettable one-night stand feels like the perfect way to burn the past down. Then she meets Zeke. Silver-eyed, dangerous. Exactly the kind of mistake she wants. One night, no names, no aftermath. Zeke “Silver” Bennett doesn’t lose control. Ever. He learned that lesson once, and it nearly destroyed him. So when he spots the dark-eyed woman across the bar, he knows the rules: one night, clean break, no complications. Until fate throws them together again... and secrets start detonating. They didn’t tell each other the truth. Now they’re forced to decide: can trust be built on lies? And if the truth finally comes out – raw, painful, unforgiving – will either of them be brave enough to risk real love?

Kim Ara woke up in a hotel room, and realized that she had become a herself. When she tried to run away, she met Ozgur Doğan instead. The Middle-East Godfather! "Back there and be his whore, or here and be mine?" -Ozgur Doğan- ***** Ozgur Doğan is a bad man who manipulates his identity, so that made his accepted as the son-in-law of the Kim family. His life is filled with lies after lies. So that it makes many people fall into his bad life. Slowly, all of his lies began to be exposed. "Do you believe in life after death? Maybe, reincarnation?" -Kim Ara- ***** Does he still deserve to live happily? Or is he more deserving of being in hell? Here tells about the bad son-in-law!

I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest as the three of them surrounded me, their eyes burning with an intense fire. 'You're ours, Soraya,' one of them growled, his voice low and husky. 'And we're going to claim you, no matter what it takes.' I tried to resist, but my body betrayed me. My heart raced, my pulse pounding in my veins. One of them grasped my waist, pulling me close. His lips crashed down on mine, a fierce and possessive kiss that left me breathless. Another took over, his kiss soft and gentle, but no less intense. Another had his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers down my spine. And finally, there was the last, his kiss fierce and passionate, leaving me gasping for air. I hated them, I loved them, I wanted them. The conflicting emotions swirled inside me like a storm. I knew this wouldn't last as I could only be with one of them eventually but in that moment, all I could do was surrender to the forbidden passion that consumed us all. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Soraya is reduced to an omega and forced to navigate a danger filled werewolf pack. But when she starts school at the werewolf academy, she's determined to clear her name and regain her strength. As she delves deeper into the truth, she finds herself torn between the triplet heirs- three powerful and seductive werewolves who are determined to claim her as their own. But can she trust them, or will they destroy her like they destroyed her past? When she has to make a choice, who will she chose?

I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.

In my previous life, after I got divorced, the court awarded me custody of our newborn son, as he was still nursing. On the other hand, our daughter would live with my ex-husband. I raised my son to be humble and polite. He was admitted to MIT. On the day the results were announced, various media outlets rushed to interview me to ask about my parenting secrets. Meanwhile, my daughter dropped out of school and eloped with a hooligan. She got pregnant before she was even sixteen, becoming a negative example of teenage delinquency. At thirty, she was still sponging off her father, having achieved nothing in life. My ex-husband's dream of having a successful daughter was shattered, much to his shame. He came to confront me at my son's college acceptance party. He insisted that I had passed on bad genes to our daughter, which caused her failure. During the argument, he stabbed me in the chest and then jumped to his death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the courtroom on the day of the child custody ruling. This time, my ex-husband spoke before I could, asking the judge to grant him custody of our son. I immediately realized he too had been reborn.

When they met, she fell for him despite him being a nobody and her being a rich heiress to a successful Empire. But it seems her family refuses to accept the marriage. They call it a sham marriage, still trying to set her up with much more eligible bachelors. They treat him like dirt to their feet. Spurned, insulted, despised, and trampled on, he only stays because of his love for her.But, if only they knew whom they were mistreating and judging like this. His true identity then they would be begging for forgiveness and wiping the dirt off his feet. Still, though, he would rather play this game and see how far he can make them go. To have the last laugh. while getting some sweet sweet revenge too.

You can't escape me Desmond! I am coming for you! Morgan Teddison Donahue, a seven-year-old boy watched as his uncle murdered his family and do away with his family properties. He managed to escape from being killed by his uncle but unfortunately, his dad's most trusted men shot him instead of helping him escape. But before he died he promise to get back at them. Years later, the boy now a handsome young man came back to get his revenge but he have to get his uncle's trust first and to know how the mafia works before he could strike. He pretended to be someone else thereby working for his uncle and using another person to impose as himself. Unknown to his uncle Desmond the person he was chasing after and doing everything he could to kill wasn't the true Donahue but rather one of the men working for him. What happened when the truth was revealed and his uncle find out that the man he was after isn't his nephew but a stranger? Was his uncle able to know that his nephew is one of the men working for him? Did he succeed in getting his revenge and family properties back?

Ice had seen courage under fire, in many cases literally, back in his SEAL days. But he’d never seen anything like Vixen that day. When he first caught sight of her, she was standing with her feet wide apart, solidly braced on those mile-high, mid-thigh black boots, the ones that he loved fucking her in. Her minute green skirt had ridden high and tight up her perfect legs, and her dark eyes were dilated to black as she grimly stared down the approaching vehicle, shooting and shooting, both hands holding the gun. She’d looked every inch the hot female assassin in some blockbuster Hollywood movie, right down to her hair flowing behind her in the autumn wind. **** Ice Johansson is the Road Devils MC’s Chief Enforcer: cold, ruthless, and built for violence. He doesn’t feel guilt, except where Vix is concerned. Weeks ago, he crossed a line with the one woman who mattered to him. Now an enemy attack leaves her badly injured, and Ice wants one thing: to protect her, if she’ll let him close again. Victoria “Vixen” Shaw owns her reputation as the club’s favorite ride. No shame. No apologies. For eighteen months, though, she’s been Ice’s alone. What he did shattered her trust, but when Ice becomes her caretaker – no sex, no demands, just presence – she begins to see the man beneath the ice. As the Road Devils are pushed to the brink, Ice and Vix find intimacy where they never expected it: clothed, raw, and vulnerable. But if Ice reveals the darkest parts of himself – the violence he embraces to protect his family – can Vix accept him? And even if she does, can loving a man like Ice ever truly be safe?

The woman standing there was nobody that Scars had ever laid eyes on before, but holy God, he knew her. He knew her on a cellular level. In his blood. In his bones. In his heart and in his cock. He’d dreamed about her and he’d waited for her. He’d been looking for her forever, and now here she was. ** Six years ago, Zoe Parish fled Denver after a brutal encounter with a motorcycle club man, swearing never to trust one again. Now a mother and desperate to help her oldest friend, she returns when Wolf Connor promises his club is out of the life and she’ll be safe. Back in Denver, Zoe keeps her guard up, especially around Scars, whose effect on her is far more unsettling than she wants to admit. Vic “Scars” Innis has spent twenty-two years loyal to the Road Devils, earning his place as Vice-President. He thought he was content, until he meets Zoe. From the first look, he knows she’s the missing piece, even if she despises everything he represents. As danger closes in and an enemy threatens to destroy their fragile peace – and take Zoe’s child – Scars and Zoe are forced to confront their pasts and each other. The question is whether their bond will make them stronger… or finally tear them apart for good.