Amor Dói

Excerpt… “Well?” Taron sat up straight. “I honored your invitation because you promised it was going to be worth it.” “Yes,” Selena smiled. Beneath the small table, her hand was already working its way to the buckle of his belt. “I wanted to apologize in a way I knew you’d like…” Taron was already starting to lose his senses when the light flashed in his eye. He remembered his plan and he quickly batted her hand away. “What are you doing Selena?” Taron McCarthy, a broke and unemployed man is shamed and dumped by his long time girlfriend, Selena Goldbridge. Just then, Taron receives an unexpected call from an unlikely source and he discovers that he is now the heir to over twenty different billion dollar companies funded by a dying drug lord. With his new position, Taron plots his vengeance against Selena and her new boyfriend, Steve. But with the sudden appearance of the son of the drug lord and true heir to the companies, Taron McCarthy could be running out of luck Find out what happens next in this tale of vengeance, love and betrayal.

Alice arrives in his life and changes all his plans, making herself the centre of Andrew's attention. Mistreated by everyone he knows, Andrew dreams of finding a good place to live next to Alice. A beautiful woman, hot, and from a very rich family. Alice cheats on Andrew with her supposed best friend. And Andrew finds himself involved in a real comedy show where he is the main attraction. Life starts to get worse from there. He is evicted, goes to jail, and is evicted again! "ASK ME A WISH!" It was all he could read on that card with a phone number he'd found in his pocket. “I found the new ‘Open Sesame!’.”

My fantasy that evening was not a tranquil one. It was completely dark inside my head aside from the many air pockets drifting upwards with no sparkle or reflection, just dead circles. I was befuddled right away yet then, at that point, bigger air pockets gradually rose among the other, more modest ones and inside were pack mates. "You might turn into an omicron, or a pi, or far and away more terrible, an omega," I shuddered when I saw Draugluin's irate face as he counted down the positions as though my life's worth would as it were decline. «You want to be so presumptuous since you climbed in rank?" An air pocket of Draco's scowling face materialized with disdain filled eyes before he suddely vanished, passing on me without an opportunity to counter. "A powerless Xi like you," Another air pocket rose with Draugluin's pompous smile as he peered down on me. Stop I heard my powerless voice shout out among the vacant air pockets. "You are pointless as well," the rebel wolf chortled. "She would not fall back when she was told to," Lyall's enraged face frightened me. Lyall had never been so cross with me forthright where he'd place me down before Alpha however, that snapshot of selling out was agonizing yet not undeserving. It makes perfect sense to me, I yelled, however there was no reaction. "For what reason didn't you simply pass on it to the people," Auntie Mona had her arms crossed, a look of dismay all over.

18+ __ Reaching forward, she ran her hand over his hard, well defined abs. “Its pretty.” Zique held her hand against him, pride shooting through him like electricity. A man’s body wasn’t something to be called pretty, but she could call his whatever she wanted to. “Thank you.” He slid her hand further down, running it along the length of his covered c*ck. “I wonder what you’d have to say about this.” The hardness made Kiara gasped and when he dropped his underwear, she was utterly flabbergasted. It was the size of her hand, unbelievable but true. “Huge...?” Zique smirked. “I thought you’d call it pretty too.” ___ As ruthless as the devil, Zique Blud reigned above all the other alpha's. He was feared by most, looked up to by many and only a few had the courage to test him. He hated the weak, detested them with his whole heart, which was exactly why he crushed them...But crushing them ended up being the reason why he was cursed by the goddess... In ten years...he needed to find his mate or the thread around his heart would tighten until it killed him. _ Kiara Cole had been locked away from the world all her life, she was weak, without a wolf...thus why the alpha of the Silver Rain pack decided to isolate her from the world... At ten, she had watched him kill her parents and now at 19 years old, she finally got a wolf, only to find out that the man who had stolen half of her life, would be the man to spend the rest of it with her. # Dark Werewolf Romance#

“I’m not here to stay her bestie, Aiden. I came back to New York to marry her.” Wesley slips a card from his pocket, holding it out like it’s radioactive. “This is me being generous. There’s a hundred thousand dollars loaded on it. Take it. Go home, pack your things, and disappear. I’ll tell everyone you left because life got too hard.” Aiden stares. Not at the money—he could buy a hundred of those cards without blinking—but at the audacity. Because if Wesley knew who he really was… He’d be the one begging to disappear. **** By day, Aiden is the fool. The humble househusband with a dish towel slung over his shoulder, humming as he mops floors, checks the stew, and gets barked at by his in-laws like he’s less than nothing. Everyone thinks he’s soft. Gullible. Replaceable. But by night? He becomes the man the city's richest fear. In a dark room filled with shadows and smoke, he gives orders—orders that no billionaire, no politician, no enemy dares question. They call him sir. But to his wife’s family? He’s still just the broke son-in-law. They don’t know the game they’re playing. Yet.

"Ah, Ethan." Marcus drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "The prodigal son, crawling back for scraps." Ethan's face burned with shock and anger. "You're...you're behind this?" Ethan stuttered. Marcus chuckled, strolling closer. "I wanted to see if you'd learned your lesson. Are you still groveling in poverty, or have you managed to scrape together a semblance of dignity?" "You're like a dog, Ethan," Marcus sneered. "A dog that runs back to its master, tail wagging, hoping for a pitiful bone. You think you deserve better? You think you're worthy of our family's name?" "I don't need your approval or your family's name," Ethan declared, meeting Marcus's gaze. "I'll make my own way." What happens when an illegitimate son is disowned by his family on his wedding day, his wife abandons him and their three months old daughter after a year of marriage, and an accident which claimed his life occurs on the day he finds out a job interview he rushed for was a sham orchestrated by his own stepbrother.. But that's only where things gets interesting. «Ding! Greetings Host, I am Eminence, your companion towards fortune..» «Ding! For every living being you save, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! For every successful roasting, you get a $10,000 reward!» «Ding! the system has seen your determination, and therefore you have been granted the skill: Unbreakable Will.» Ethan smirks.. "It has begun!" FROM ASHES TO EMINENCE

Even the coldest heart would soon grow warm if she kept holding on to it. That was what she believed. That was why she became his unloved placeholder of a wife. Unfortunately, all her devotion only led to a heartless divorce. “She’s awake now,” he told her. “Step down and step away, you miserable knock-off.”Then, he left. When he came back, it was because he needed her to do something only an impostor could do: go to jail for his dream girl’s crime. Deirdre McKinnon was condemned to perdition. She lost her baby before it was born. She lost her face to violence. She lost the ability to see. It was two months of a hell-like nightmare. At last, something died inside her heart. Two years later, she found herself another man, but when Brendan Brighthall met her by pure happenstance, a new feeling was born in his heart: jealousy. There were no means too terrible, no scheme too underhanded—not if it meant he’d possess Deirdre’s heart again. And yet, she simply refused to love him anymore.“What do you want me to do, Deirdre McKinnon?! What must I do to go back to the good old days?” His eyes turned red. “I’ll give you everything I have!”“You gave me a copper trinket two years ago. It was a sorry excuse for a wedding ring, and yet I cared for it as though it was the most precious jewel in the world…“But now? Nothing you can give would be even remotely worthwhile. Not even you.”

VOLUME 1 TRILOGIA ILHA DO CORVO — Eu não amo você. — murmurei. Ele deixou seu vinho de lado e se levantou, devagar ele diminuiu a distância entre nós, e com a ponta dos dedos tocou meu queixo, seu olhar vagou para minha boca e depois permaneceu em meus olhos. — Eu também não a amo princesa, e nem pretendo. Ele disse essas palavras com total frieza e se afastou se sentando novamente e isso me enfureceu. — Por que lutar em um torneio pela minha mão então? tudo isso porque sou uma princesa? —disparei. — Você é uma princesa Lancaster e eu preciso de um herdeiro digno. — Eu desejo que meu ventre seja seco como as areias do deserto, comandante. Ele me encarou e vi um lampejo de raiva em seus olhos negros, mas no mesmo instante ele o escondeu e colocou seu sorriso cínico no lugar. — Então nesse caso teríamos que tentar muitas vezes querida, até que seu ventre se torne menos seco, eu tentaria pelo resto da vida até. — rebateu maliciosamente. Em um torneio pela mão da princesa Helena Lancaster ela vê seu destino se cruzar com John Chase, um comandante e guerreiro temível, com uma personalidade peculiar ele era tudo que ela detestava, possessivo, audacioso, autoritário, e dominante ao extremo, e ele era o que mais tinha chances de ganhar o torneio por sua mão. Mas John Chase era muito mais que um comandante da ilha do Corvo, ele escondia um segredo sombrio, que mudaria sua vida para sempre. Uma Ilha repleta de homens misteriosos, com seus próprios segredos e conflitos, e ela seria senhora deles, logo Helena descobriria que um grande perigo a ronda na ilha, poderia ela confiar no marido para protegê-la?

After his mother is sent to a mental asylum, Sineas Murphy and his aunt relocate to the quiet neighborhood of Malrich. But just a decade later, a ruthless killer begins terrorizing the once peaceful neighborhood, chopping up their victims like a demented chef, severing limbs from torso with distinct precision using an axe. Sineas battles between fitting in to his new school and becoming one of the prime suspects of these horrendous and unspeakable murders that occur in the neighborhood of Malrich, with no one else in his corner, except Clarissa Sherman, the only person he grows to trust. Love, friendships and bonds are tested in this gruesome and tragic tale

John, a young and ambitious journalist, is on the hunt for a groundbreaking story that will get him noticed by the big publications. He discovers a small town that has been plagued by reports of disappearances and strange occurrences. The townsfolk seem to be hiding something, and John smells a story. As he digs deeper, John uncovers a dark secret: the town is home to a cult that worships an ancient and powerful deity. The cult leaders have been sacrificing townspeople to appease this deity and maintain their power. John becomes suspicious and starts to investigate, staking out the town and even sneaking into the cult's secret ceremonies. But his snooping quickly earns him the wrong kind of attention, and now he finds himself being hunted by the very people he's been investigating. As the cult's power grows, John becomes more and more desperate to uncover the truth and put an end to their atrocities. But the more he learns, the more convinced he becomes that he's in over his head. He's trapped in a town filled with deranged cultists who will stop at nothing to maintain their power, and he's running out of time. In the end, John must face the dark deity that the cult worships and make a sacrifice of his own if he hopes to survive. evil.