Attraction Hétérosexuelle

What?!?" Pia exclaimed. “What's within?” Saying, "Oh my God! Is that a finger that has been chopped?’ Cassandra uttered, "I'm not sure!” "What the fuck does that even mean?!?" exclaimed Pia. Cassandra says, "What?!?" Please don't look at me that way. Furthermore, I have no idea what that even means!’ Pia commented, "This is embarrassing," and Cassia responded, "Okay, I'm going to call the police right away." "No!" exclaimed Pia. Oh no, please don't! “ Cassiandra uttered, "Are you serious at this moment? Cass, that is one fucking chopped finger! Furthermore, we have no idea whose finger it is!” "I'm sure that whoever sent this wouldn't really like it if we ever called the police about this," Pia said. "I also think that they might be keeping an eye on us right now." Cassandra was already breathing heavily as she was scared and doesn't know what to do. She panicked while Pia remained calm and silent as she tries to calm her friend down. Fear flashed through Cassandra's mind as she and Pia stood next to her car, their nerves still raw from the uncomfortable meeting. "Then, what do we do now?" Cassandra's eyes darted across the surroundings while her voice wavered with anxiety. With her own heart rate accelerating due to adrenaline, Pia tried to calm their agitated minds. "Maybe we'll try to calm down first..." However, Cassandra's mind was already racing, a flash of insight emerging in her. "But wait, the letter!" Pia looked in astonishment, taken aback by Cassandra's apparent eagerness. "What?" Words flew out of Cassandra's mouth, a trace of panic in her tone. "H-Haven't that box come with a letter?" Pia's face wrinkled as she considered what Cassandra had said, realizing what had happened.

Ren died saving his best friend. He woke up as Haru, the most cruel Demon King. But he doesn't want war. He wants peace. He frees all slaves. He turns the bloody castle into a city of flowers. He gives homes to humans and demons. Will humans believe that a Demon King can change? And when his loyal knight Vane opens a portal to Tokyo to find him, Ren doesn't remember him at all. A story about second chances and a king who chose kindness.

When Alex signed the divorce papers, he thought he’d lost everything, his love, his dignity, his home. What his wife never knew was that her success came from his silent power. But when the fleet of black cars pulled up and the men in suits bowed, the truth surfaced. The man she cast aside wasn’t a failure. He was the hidden heir of an empire. Now, Alex returns, not to beg for love, but to reclaim the world that betrayed him, and this time… mercy won’t be part of his fortune.

Caelen Blacksew gives everything to the sea, four weeks offshore, every paycheck wired home to the wife he thinks he's building a life with. She tells him she can't be touched, not while her career's on the line. What she doesn't say is who else gets to touch it instead. He walks in on the truth two days early. Fists first, questions after, and she looks him dead in the eye and asks why he'd dare hit her manager. He doesn't rage. He buys the company that made her. Now he owns her career, her manager's next move, and a war much bigger than one broken marriage. The only question left is how far he'll let himself go to win it, and who he'll lose along the way. He came home a provider. He's about to become the most dangerous man in Miami.

Alexander loved his wife, Elena, deeply, devoting several years of his life to her. But when her ex-boyfriend reappears, long-buried feelings resurface. He seems kind and sincere, but beneath the surface, he weaves deceitful lies, quietly poisoning her heart against the man who stood by her all these years. Blinded by her affection, she begins to doubt her husband. Her constant accusations and coldness cut deeper each time, until Alex gets tired and finally walks away, filing for a divorce. But what she doesn’t realize is that the man she believes to be her true love is only after one thing—her fortune. She also doesn’t know that her company’s success was only possible because of the silent support of the very man she had pushed away. And above all, she’s unaware that Alexander’s true identity holds so much weight, that even the president wouldn't dare stand in his way.

Nathaniel Marlow has eleven days until the recital that could finally make his career, and a wife who's been keeping company with the one man who could unmake it. He tells himself it's business. He almost believes it, until a hospital call about his son's heart and hands him a second betrayal in the same appointment: a genetic result nobody asked for, and an answer nobody wanted. Befoee Nathaniel can decide which wound to survive first, three men are waiting for him in a parking garage. They don't want his wallet. They want his hands, and they know exactly how to make sure he never plays again. Vivienne calls it robbery. The surgeons call it permanent. The only person willing to tell Nathaniel the truth is the childhood friend he once gave up everything for and never let himself need again-until now. He can't play a single note. Leland Renwick is about to learn that isn't the same as being finished.

Beneath the glamour of the Whitlock Group lies a betrayal of the most vicious kind. Martin Whitlock, a seemingly perfect billionaire CEO, is stabbed and thrown off a cliff by Miller, his identical twin brother who grew up in bitter poverty. But death refuses to claim Martin. Saved by a mysterious doctor, he awakens with a ruined face and a reality far more excruciating than his stab wounds: his beloved wife, Moana, isn't even looking for him. Instead, she willingly welcomes his murderer into her bed and his company, all for the sake of power. Betrayed by his own flesh and blood and discarded by his wife, the angelic side of Martin died in that forest. He returns to his empire from the very bottom, disguised as a disfigured courier. He doesn't come demanding answers. He comes to reclaim his empire, shatter his enemies' sanity, and make the wife who betrayed him crawl and beg at his feet. Because the ultimate revenge isn't murder; it is absolute poverty.

Quinn Drakemont died as nothing more than a disposable bastard. After dedicating his entire life to the family he sought so well to fit into, he was betrayed, and then sacrificed in a forbidden ritual, and left to die so the once-great Drakemont Family could reclaim its lost glory. At his deathbed, his final regret wasn’t death, however. It was realizing he had spent his whole life trying so hard to please those who didn’t care whether he lived or died. Then he opened his eyes.

"Ahhh!!!" I was horrified when I saw the seductive monster, whose beauty couldn’t be described with words, trying to suck my blood with her two sharp fangs. Feeling that I had woken up, she stopped for a moment, surprised, then, her monstrous captivating face turned into an immaculate face when her two fangs shrunk. "Is my food still alive? In short, it won't be for long." She spoke to me before starting to sniff erratically while licking my neck... -Bite!! Hell! What world did I land?! ------

His family cast him out of the city gates because, as the head of the city, his father couldn't bear the shame that one of his sons hadn't developed an A-tier talent. He was forced to survive by collecting scraps in the mines, which made him sick. When it became critical, he collapsed, coughing blood that splattered on a jade pendant on his neck. The pendant, left behind by his late mother, was activated, and with it came great power. Now Lior Croft is back in the city which once shut him out, not as a beggar, but as the storm they never saw coming.