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Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)
Lilac_Everglade · 1.9M Views

O Retorno da Herdeira Tostão de Trilhões

``` Hera Avery está trabalhando em vários empregos de meio período para pagar sua matrícula universitária. Ela está conciliando seu trabalho e vida amorosa simultaneamente. Seu namorado, que é uma celebridade em ascensão, fez com que ela pagasse pelo caro apartamento localizado em um prédio conhecido. O prédio também é lar de herdeiros e herdeiras bem-conhecidos. No aniversário do namorado e no terceiro aniversário deles juntos, ela voltou para o apartamento apenas para encontrá-lo com outra mulher. Mas o que ela ganhou em troca? Um tapa no rosto, um término e foi expulsa do apartamento que estava pagando com seu próprio dinheiro. Depois de ser expulsa e ficar sem-teto, ela acreditou que as coisas não poderiam piorar. No entanto, a nova namorada rica do ex-namorado traidor foi além, entrando em contato com todos os estabelecimentos e persuadindo-os a colocá-la na lista negra. Isso a fez perder seu meio de vida e até espalharam rumores de que ela era obcecada pelo ex-namorado celebridade e foi atacada por seus fãs. Sem saída, ela cerrou os dentes. "Vovô, estou disposta a herdar o consórcio." O Velho Mestre Avery riu alegremente ao ouvir sua convicção e enviou uma transferência bancária para Hera. [ Você recebeu uma transferência de dinheiro de $100.000.000.000 para sua conta terminada em ####] [Nota: Minha querida neta, use esse dinheirinho para se presentear com o que desejar. Não economize, e se gastar tudo, não hesite em me pedir mais.] Hera ficou pasmada. Quando sua identidade foi anunciada, seu ex-namorado ajoelhou-se e chorou para ela, para que ela o aceitasse de volta. O sarcástico Protagonista Masculino 1: Você acha que é a sua vez? Olha para trás. Quando o ex-namorado olhou para trás, viu homens influentes enfileirados com buquês de rosas para conquistar Hera. O frio Protagonista Masculino 2: É sua culpa por ser cego. Chore e implore, mas você não terá chance enquanto estivermos aqui. O bruto e impaciente Protagonista Masculino 3: Você quer que eu quebre suas pernas?! O rei do entretenimento Protagonista Masculino 4: Você é apenas uma pequena estrela, mas quer me superar? O cabeça quente Protagonista Masculino 5: Vou garantir que você seja descartado. O sedutor Protagonista Masculino 6: Esposinha, eles estão tentando te roubar de mim! Vendo os problemáticos Protagonistas Masculinos, Hera sentiu uma dor de cabeça iminente sem saber o que fazer. "Vamos deixar rolar então!" ```
GoddessKM · 84.6K Views

Beijing-Hong Kong Memories

Liang Weining rose to become a 'favorite' of Mr. Chen, the capital magnate of the Hong Kong Region, in just six months. The outside world said she climbed up by her beauty. No matter how good a vase might look, it can't escape being discarded once the owner grows tired of it. As such, everyone watched and waited. After three long years, they finally received news of Liang Weining's dismissal. While the entire upper circle thought Liang Weining had become history, nobody knew that on the eve of New Year's Eve, an entertainment reporter captured a romantic moment. In a black business car parked underneath the Zhonggang headquarters building, the backseat window was half-lowered, and Mr. Chen, who was always dignified and composed, unexpectedly lost control. In the mottled shadows, he grabbed the chin of a young girl and kissed her fiercely. The photos were exposed that same night, and a heavy snow fell over the Eastern Suburbs of Beijing. Inside the Mid-hill Villa, the fireplace blazed warmly. The man took the girl's soft, boneless hand from behind and guided her to write on the Xuan paper: Chen Jingyuan. "When will we go public?" he asked in a low voice. As soon as he'd finished speaking, the mobile phone screen lit up. The exclusive breaking news headline from the Hong Kong media flashed before their eyes again, and Liang Weining fretted over the news title, "Let's wait a bit longer." Chen Jingyuan's voice was slightly deep, "What are you worried about?" "My dad's blood pressure has been unstable lately." Years later, Mr. Chen gave an interview to the media, addressing personal issues. Reporter: "For you, what was the biggest obstacle in pursuing Mrs. Chen back then?" Mr. Chen paused for a few seconds, then smiled lightly, "My father-in-law's blood pressure." - High-ranking man X female secretary | 90% sweet | 8 years older.
The question to the star · 101.2K Views

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.
Cyrusngoo · 10.9K Views
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