Champagne Confetti Bedeutung

Betrayed. Humiliated. Bleeding dignity across marble floors. Arielle Vaughn had the perfect life—or so she thought. High society’s golden girl, groomed for power, poised for marriage. Until her picture-perfect boyfriend shattered everything in one cruel, public betrayal. Whispers arose and so did camera flashes. Running was the only thing Ari's shattered heart could think of and she did so out of instinct. What she didn’t expect was to fall into the arms of a hot sexy-looking stranger. His aura gave of mystery, danger in his eyes and secrets in his silence. Leon Mikhailov doesn’t save women. He eliminates problems. In his world, vulnerability is a weakness. Emotions are weapons. But there’s something about the way Ari doesn’t cry, the way she bleeds without begging, that cuts him in a place bullets never reached. He should walk away but instead, he makes her a proposition. Three months. Be his fiancée. Play the part while helping him settle a score that has nothing to do with love ,and everything to do with power. No questions. No feelings. No promises. But in the glittering chaos of the elite...where kings wear tailored suits and criminals toast with champagne, just fake kiss can start a very real war. And love? That’s the most dangerous lie of all. ---

After a high-profile divorce from Skyview City's most eligible CEO, Anna Shaw is done playing the good wife. No more boardroom diplomacy, no more fake smiles for society's vultures and definitely no more heartbreak. She's rich, ruthless, and freshly single, with nothing to lose and a point to prove.When a night of champagne fueled rebellion leads her into the arms of a dangerously perfect stranger, Anna isn't looking for love she's rewriting the rules. But power always comes with a price, and freedom can be just as intoxicating and just as dangerous as desire.Sharp-tongued, unapologetic, and seductive, The Fall of Anna Shaw is a scandalous journey of reinvention, revenge, and the kind of pleasure that leaves bruises in all the right places.

Wer ewige Liebe verspricht, aber denjenigen verrät, der blind auf sein Wort vertraut, bricht nicht nur ein Herz, sondern sät auch die Saat seiner eigenen Ruine. Nicht zu schätzen, was man hat, ist ein gefährliches Spiel, denn wenn man es verliert, steht man nicht nur vor der Leere des Verlustes, sondern auch vor der Last des eigenen Verrats. Oft beginnt die Selbstzerstörung mit der Unfähigkeit, das zu schätzen, was dem Leben Bedeutung verlieh.

Isabella was supposed to be sipping champagne at a luxury spa, not waking up in the middle of a forest. Worse, a SYSTEM had attached itself to her like some clingy ex, spouting nonsense about survival, quests, and—oh, hell no—manual labor. "System, I was NOT built for the wilderness! My ideal ‘roughing it’ experience involves a five-star hotel with bad WiFi!" Now, instead of lounging in silk robes, she’s being ordered to farm? To hunt? "A farming quest? You want me—a city girl—to grow food? System, I once killed a cactus by overwatering it. This is NOT my calling!" And don’t even get her started on the hygiene situation. "You want me to bathe in a cold river? Darling, I require warm water, scented oils, and an ambience! What do I look like—some barbarian?!" Unfortunately, the locals—big, muscular beastmen—don’t seem to understand the concept of self-care. The women? Neglecting their skin like it’s a crime to be radiant. The men? Walking hygiene disasters. "Ladies, if your man can smell you before he sees you, we have a problem." "You see this? This is lotion. It exists so you don’t look like a dried-up leaf. Use it." "A beard should be majestic, not tragic. Let me fix it." And the beastmen? They don’t just stare at her like she’s an oddity. No, they hover. They smirk. They lean in too close, fangs flashing with amusement. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?" she huffed, crossing her arms. The panther grinned, his tail flicking. "Because you’re fascinating when you’re annoyed." No, absolutely not. She was not here for this nonsense. "If you have time to stare, you have time to moisturize." She didn’t ask to be here. She didn’t ask to be their savior. But if she has to suffer through this world, she’s making everyone around her suffer less—through skincare, style, and some serious attitude. "If I hear one more ‘We don’t season our food here,’ I’m launching a war." "If you have time to gossip, you have time to do squats." "You want to impress a woman? Start with not smelling like the battlefield." Survival isn’t just about fighting monsters; it’s about looking good while doing it. So what if the System keeps throwing impossible quests her way? "What do you mean ‘you can’t skip quests’?! Since when?! Where is the skip button?! I demand a skip button!" But somewhere between dodging ridiculous quests and fixing these people’s tragic grooming habits, Isabella found herself in situations. Uncomfortable, heart-racing situations. Like being trapped against a tree by the red python, his red eyes half-lidded as he murmured, "You talk too much, little star. Should I silence you?" Like waking up with the lion lord’s fur-lined cloak draped over her shoulders, his deep voice gruff, "You shiver in your sleep. I’ll fix that." Like the phoenix watching her every move, his burning gaze searing into her skin as he mused, "You cause chaos wherever you go, but I find that I don’t mind." Oh, hell. No. She was not about to fall for four beastmen. She was too pretty for this much stress. "If you insult me again, I’ll make sure your soul needs a beauty upgrade." "I refuse to be disrespected by anyone who dresses like an unwashed tree branch." And yet, when a rival tribe came to challenge her, when danger lurked too close, those same beastmen stood beside her—smirking, taunting, fighting for her. "A beastman growled at me today. I growled back. He ran. I am the alpha now." Isabella isn’t just surviving. She’s thriving. And this world better keep up.

Clara Wynter never expected one night to change everything. One broken heel. One glass of champagne. One unforgettable man. Julian Blackwell—CEO, cold, and controlling was never meant to be more than a mistake. But two pink lines later, she’s pregnant. And Julian? He wants her as his wife. On paper. No love. No promises. She thought she could handle it. But the way he looks at her? The way he protects her? Maybe she was always meant to be his turning point. Secret Baby. Marriage Before Love. Cold CEO. Protective Husband. A slow-burn romance that begins with a contract… and ends with everything.

Lost Echoes: A Past That Won’t Stay Buried... I wasn’t always this cold... Once,, I smiled more often,, laughed at little things,, and believed in forever... But that version of me was buried beneath the ruins of a past , I never truly recovered from. Now,, I am Rimi—the CEO of Mirain Company,, the number one cosmetics brand in the country... To the world,, I am composed,, elegant, and ruthlessly efficient... People see me as cold, unapproachable. A queen encased in ice... But behind that polished mask,, there's a side only one person ever got to see—a side that giggles,, pouts,, clings,, and melts like a kitten seeking warmth. That side was for him... Kai... He was my best friend., My confidant.. The boy who used to tease me with that crooked smile and hold my hand when I cried... We were young,, maybe too young to understand the depth of what we felt,, but it was real... I loved him—I loved Kai with all the pieces of my innocent heart,. And maybe... just maybe, he loved me too... But we were cowards, both of us. We never spoke our truth,, never crossed that fragile line between friendship and something more... And then—everything shattered... The night my world fell apart,, I lost everything. My parents died in a brutal accident,, leaving behind nothing but silence and ashes... I waited for Kai... I waited for him to show up, to hold me and promise it would be okay. But he never came. No calls. No letters. No goodbye... He vanished.,, Just like that, the boy I loved disappeared,,. I was sixteen , hollow and numb,, drowning in grief and abandonment. But fate didn’t completely abandon me. A kind family—old friends of my parents—took me in. They gave me a home, love,, and warmth I never thought I’d feel again. They never treated me like a burden... They loved me like their own, and I promised myself I'd make them proud... So,, I rebuilt myself from the ashes... I buried my pain, my past, and the girl I used to be. I studied hard,, graduated with honors,, and took over my father’s legacy—Mirain Company... Under my leadership,, we soared to new heights,, becoming the top cosmetics brand in the country... I had everything—power, respect,, success. But love?? I stopped believing in it. Until he walked in... It was at my best friend’s wedding,, a day filled with laughter, champagne,, and memories. And there he was,, standing across the ballroom—sharp suit,, intense gaze,, and a presence that made my heart forget how to beat. For a split second,, I thought it was Kai. My breath hitched... My world tilted. My past clawed its way back to the surface... But his name was Adrian... Adrian Knight—the CEO of Queen Company,, our fiercest rival. The second most successful cosmetics brand,, always trying to outshine us. We were competitors. Enemies,, even. But none of that mattered when our eyes met. He looked at me like he knew me... Like he saw through the layers I had so carefully built over the years., And I hated that. I hated how my heart stuttered. I hated how my legs wanted to walk toward him... I hated that he looked so much like Kai,, and yet was nothing like him... Adrian was confident,, charismatic,, with a gaze that seemed to strip me bare... And I… I was supposed to be the composed one... The ice queen. But around him,, I couldn’t hold that façade. He made the forgotten girl inside me stir again—the one who wanted to be held,, loved,, cherished... I told myself it was just resemblance... Just a cruel trick of fate. But my heart didn’t listen... Maybe I was falling... Falling for a man who looked like my past,, but felt like my future... And it scared me... Because if Adrian was a second chance... was I brave enough to take it??? Or would he leave me broken,, just like Kai once did??? I didn’t have answers. Only questions,, memories, and a heart that refused to stay silent anymore... And deep down,, beneath the frost,, I could feel the warmth return. Maybe... just maybe,, this was the beginning of

The room smelled like jasmine and secrets. Alina’s eyes blinked open, dazed and dry, the silk sheets soft against her bare skin. She tried to move, but her wrists tugged gently against restraints—not metal, but velvet. A sound—a sigh, maybe a whisper—slipped past her lips before her memories could catch up. Her heart began to race. Where am I? The walls were cream and gold, everything glowing in soft candlelight. A storm rumbled beyond the glass-paned windows, waves crashing in the distance. She wasn’t in the city anymore. This place felt... untouched. Intimate. Dangerous. And then she saw it—etched delicately onto her inner thigh in crimson ink. V. C. Her breath hitched. The letters matched the invitation that had appeared mysteriously in her inbox two weeks ago. An all-expense-paid retreat to a private island, promising indulgence, luxury, and liberation for "those who dare." She’d thought it was a scam. But the tickets arrived. First-class. Then the private jet. The champagne. The man in the mask who whispered, “Everything you desire lives here. If you’re not afraid to burn for it.” Now, lying in this golden cage, Alina knew one thing for certain. She had crossed a line. And there was no going back.

Tunde a real yoruba demon and also a flirt and a womanizer is being given three months ultimatum by his parents to get married or risk losing his inheritance. when the time he was given was getting close and he was yet to get a wife, he had to marry the woman his mother found for him; Sophia. They both met and decided to agree to their parents wish and get married but they will be divorced after a year, by then Tunde would have taken over the chairmanship of his father's company. But what they didn't know was that this was going to be the longest year ever for both of them as a simple marriage agreement turns into a nightmare. Other stories by this author: PULL ME CLOSER! When Love Happens Champagne Girl

"Don't even think about it," Noah warned, following her gaze. "The game is over, Selena. You lost." The library door opened again, and Vivian walked in, followed by Jade. Both women looked at Selena with cold eyes. "Is there a problem?" Vivian asked smoothly. "Our bride-to-be overheard our little chat," Noah explained. Vivian's face hardened. "How unfortunate. Well, we'll have to move up our timeline." Jade pulled something from her pocket – a small bottle with clear liquid. "No!" Selena cried, raising the paperweight. "Stay back or I'll—" "You'll what?" Vivian stepped forward. "Hit us? Scream? No one will hear you over the music. No one will help you." Selena looked from Vivian to Jade to Noah – three people she had trusted, three people who wanted her dead. She was trapped, alone, surrounded by enemies in her own home. "The champagne is easier," Noah said, almost gently. "Come back to the party. One last toast. One last smile. And then peace." Selena's mind raced. There had to be a way out, a way to escape. But as Noah reached for her, as Jade uncapped the bottle, as Vivian smiled her cruel smile, Selena realized with horror that her perfect night had turned into her worst nightmare – and it might be her last. Betrayed, poisoned, and left for dead, Selena returns with a new identity and a plan for revenge—until a marriage of convenience with a ruthless billionaire complicates everything.

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.

Everyone," Evans said, his voice booming, "I want you to meet someone special. This is Bella, my partner." The tray slipped from my hands, crashing to the floor. Glass shattered, champagne soaking my shoes. I grabbed the bar, my legs giving out, as Bella's gaze locked on mine. Her eyes were cold, hostile, like I was a stranger she despised. My sister, alive, glaring at me with a hate I didn't understand. "Vivian!" Clara rushed over, grabbing my arm. "What's wrong?" I couldn't speak, my throat locked. Madeline's laugh rang out, sharp and mocking. "Such grace," she called, stepping closer. "Someone clean this up." Nate was at my side now, his voice urgent. "Vivian, talk to me. What's happening?" I stared at Bella, descending with Evans, her smile sharp as a blade. "She is my sister…" I whispered, my voice breaking. "She is supposed to be dead." Vivian Grants was once the beloved daughter of New York’s wealthiest family—until one tragic mistake shattered her world. When her sister drowned under her watch, her father’s scorn forced her into exile. For ten years, she lived like a shadow, too broken to return, too afraid to face her past. Then she met Evans Newton, the man who became her refuge but never her love. No matter how hard she tried to reach him, his heart belonged to someone else. And on the night she thought she would finally earn his affection, he brought home the one person she had spent a decade mourning. Her sister. Bella Grants was alive. And she wasn’t just back. She was here to reclaim everything. As the lies unravel, Vivian realizes her past was never what it seemed. The people she trusted are hiding dark secrets, and the truth about Bella’s disappearance is more terrifying than she ever imagined. But in a world where love is a game, betrayal is currency, and the dead don’t stay buried, Vivian has only one choice.

She’s been his silent guardian for years… until a runaway bride forces her into the spotlight. When Victoria Monroe vanishes on the morning of her lavish New York wedding, billionaire CEO Adrian Sinclair is left humiliated and alone. In a desperate bid to salvage his reputation, he turns to Emily Carter — his loyal assistant with a heart of gold — to become his stand-in bride. Thrown into a world of champagne toasts, red-carpet galas, and whispered judgments, Emily must play the part perfectly. Yet behind the designer gowns and glittering chandeliers, something unexpected stirs in Adrian’s icy heart. As the city buzzes with rumors, Emily finds courage she never knew she had. And just when she dares to believe in a future beyond obligation, Victoria returns, clutching a five-year-old boy she claims is Adrian’s son. With loyalties tested, alliances shattered, and love hanging by a thread, Emily must fight for the family she’s risked everything to protect. Will Adrian choose the woman who stood by him when the world turned away? Or will the ghosts of the past steal their chance at happily ever after? Dive into The Billionaire’s Unexpected Love—where every whispered secret could ignite a scandal, and true love is the greatest gamble of all.

"I don't know what game you're playing," he murmured as they moved across the floor, "but marrying me was a dangerous move." "I didn't marry you," Isla hissed. "I don't even know you." "Then how do you explain this?" From his pocket, he produced a photo—a selfie of the two of them, her head on his shoulder, both smiling. Isla's heart pounded as she stared at the image. It was undeniably her, wearing a dress she'd never seen before. "That's... impossible," she whispered. "Where did you get this?" "It was on my phone the morning after our supposed wedding." His grip tightened slightly. "Along with hotel receipts, champagne charges, and this." He pulled back his sleeve to reveal a watch—platinum with a navy face. Isla stared at it, a flash of something like memory tickling the edges of her mind. "What about that watch?" "According to the engraving, it was a wedding gift. From you." He turned it over, revealing tiny words etched into the back: To D, Forever Yours, I. Isla Bennett has it all—until she wakes up married to a stranger and pregnant with no memory of how she got there. With her career on the line and her past closing in, Isla must uncover the truth before everything unravels. But trusting her heart may be the most dangerous choice of all.

> He saw her once—and that was enough. Elena Rivers was just a waitress at a high-end gala she didn’t belong to, filling in for someone else's shift. She didn’t know her spilled glass of champagne would be the moment Damien Vale—billionaire, recluse, and dangerously obsessive—noticed her. He never spoke to her. Not then. But he watched. And when he wanted her closer, he made it happen. Now, Elena is working directly under him, unaware that the life she thinks she controls is already entangled in the hands of a man who doesn't just want her—he needs her. He’s patient. He’s powerful. And he’s been planning this from the moment she walked into his view.

Crescentia’s world shattered the day her parents died in a car crash. As if losing them wasn’t enough, her uncle and aunt stole the will, and claimed her family’s properties were signed off to them, then they threw her and her little sister, Noella, out of their own home. Then came the ultimate betrayal—her boyfriend, Lucian, dumped her the moment she lost her wealth… only to end up with her cousin. When Noella fell gravely ill and needed urgent medical care, Crescentia, desperate, begged her relatives for help. “Noella is not the first child in the world to die from a disease. If you need money so badly, try being a hooker.” They cackled like hyenas, but all Crescentia could think of was revenge. “I’ll take back everything you stole. And once I find proof you killed my parents, I’ll make sure you regret ever being born.” Devastated and lost, she decided to work at a club, not as a hooker but as a waitress. However, a car nearly ran her over while she was deep in thoughts. Furious, she cursed at the driver, unaware their paths would cross again. At the club, she spotted him. Unable to resist, she intentionally spilled a drink on him. Crescentia’s little sister’s health deteriorated even more, forcing her to reconsider. However, her client turned out to be the same man whom she’d spilled a glass of champagne on. After one night, Damian can’t forget her. And when Crescentia’s family tries to silence her permanently, it’s Damian who saves her. “Let me have you whenever I want," he proposes, "And I'll help you get your revenge."

He bowed his head and willed his tears to not drop from his eyes. "I have absolutely nothing, Troy. I am nothing and I know that, but please, help me. She'll die if you don't." "Oh, really?" Troy asked in fake sympathy. "What do you need from me, Nelson?" Troy asked calmly this time and Nelson looked up in high expectations. "$ 700,000 is all I ask for, Troy. That's how much is needed to cover her surgery costs." "That is a lot of money, Nelson, and you know that money isn't one to come by easily," Troy said, drinking directly from his champagne bottle. The bottle's tag read the cost to be $ 1, 000,000. "I know, but I promise to be your servant till I am able to repay." Nelson was desperate and he knew that time was running out. ***** Nelson unfortunately lost his mother due to lack of money for her medical bills. He had taken every possible option to raise the money but was treated as trash. However, the saddened event resulted in his turnaround as he now inherited a trillion-dollar empire. The school's pauper has risen to surpass everyone.

‘I can have any woman that I want', Adonis walks close to Liliana and whispered into her ear, ‘What makes you so special?'. ‘The fact that you can't have me'. Liliana responded and spat into his glass of champagne. Prince Adonis smirked and placed the glass on the waiter's tray....his decision was finally made, he was going to marry her.

“Rate that one,” Ethan whispered, sidling up to me as I tried to swallow my frustration. He gestured toward another girl walking by with her father—a tall man with a belly that strained his too-small suit jacket. “Girl’s a solid six,” Ethan murmured, barely holding back his grin. “Dad? Three. No, wait. Two-point-five. Those shoes are a crime.” “Piss off,” I hissed, though the corner of my mouth twitched. Teely joined him, holding two champagne flutes, one of which she offered to me. “You look like you need it.” “Gee, thanks,” I muttered, downing the drink in one go. It didn’t help. Teely laughed softly. “Relax, Luca. You’ll survive this. Probably.” “Only because I haven’t strangled anyone yet,” I shot back, earning another chuckle from Ethan. “Seriously, though,” Ethan said, dropping his voice. “You’ve gotta pick someone, or your dad’s gonna lose his mind. And let’s be honest, the guy doesn’t have much sanity left to lose.” I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “I’m not picking anyone. None of these people matter.” “Your funeral,” Ethan said with a shrug, though there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew. He always knew. The night dragged on, every interaction blurring into the next. Girls smiled politely, their fathers talked about alliances, and I nodded through all of it like I wasn’t seconds away from bolting out the door. Then it hit me. A scent. Faint, but unmistakable. It was like rain on warm soil, mixed with something sweet and soft—something her. My chest tightened, my wolf snapping to attention like someone had just poured gasoline on a fire. I froze, the world around me dimming as I tried to track it. My head snapped to the left, then to the right. Where? Where was it coming from? “Luca?” Ethan’s voice sounded far away, like it was coming from underwater. There. My eyes locked on the grand staircase at the far end of the hall. A girl was descending, her dress shimmering in the light like it was made of emeralds. Her movements were slow, almost deliberate, and I couldn’t see her face yet. But I didn’t need to. My heart hammered in my chest, each beat louder than the last. She was holding the arm of a man—tall, broad-shouldered, and irritatingly familiar. But I couldn’t focus on him. Not when she finally turned her head, her face coming into view. Quinn. My legs nearly gave out. My breath caught, my wolf howling inside me. It was her. After everything, she was here. And she wasn’t alone. ******************************************************************* Seventeen-year-old Quinn Wayne moves with her family from bustling New York City to a secluded, mist-shrouded town in Alaska, where her parents have purchased a dilapidated inn. Surrounded by dense forests and towering mountains, the picturesque town promises a fresh start—but Quinn quickly realizes it holds secrets far darker than she could have ever imagined. In this epic journey of love, sacrifice, and self-discovery, Quinn must rise as the Lunar Guardian, embracing her newfound powers and her identity as Luca’s mate. The path ahead is uncertain, filled with loss, triumph, and transformation. But one thing is clear: the choices Quinn makes will forever alter the balance between humans and werewolves—and determine whether love can conquer even the darkest of curses.

‎Content Warning: This novel contains heavy, explicit sexual scenes and mature themes. Please consider this before reading.Synopsis: Game of Thrones WithinIn a world ruled by wealth and power, two dynasties the Veyrons and the Arcturuses stand on the brink of a historic union. Elara Veyron, the golden daughter, is set to marry Damian Arcturus, heir to the richest man in the country, promising to merge their empires into an unbreakable legacy. But beneath the glittering chandeliers and champagne toasts, a dangerous game unfolds.Lilith Veyron, Elara’s ambitious and obsessive sister, will stop at nothing to claim the throne for herself. Armed with a deadly secret a murder buried in the Arcturus family’s past she weaves a web of seduction, blackmail, and betrayal. When forbidden desires ignite between Lilith and Damian, the line between love and war blurs, threatening to consume them all. As Elara’s fairy-tale romance crumbles, dark truths and hidden agendas surface, pulling both families toward ruin.Passion burns hot, secrets cut deep, and every choice could be fatal. In this ruthless game of thrones, who will rise and who will fall?Join the twisted saga of lust, power, and vengeance where no one is innocent, and every move could be the last.

"You are a coward, Lillian Offspring..." She muttered to herself with a champagne glass in hand. Lillian Offspring was the creator of "Virgin's Trial." On the night of the pre-launch, the company had a celebration. The entire game developing department felt relieved the grueling period was finally over. Everyone except Lillian... She was in her mid-30s, and this game was her lifeline. Instead of happy, she just felt down and lonely... After leaving the party drunk-as-a-skunk, she bumps into a random male stranger in front of a love hotel. Lillian takes the opportunity to be reckless--for once--and enters the love hotel with the man. As she's waiting on the cheap rose petaled bed, the excitement got the best of her, and tragically... she died... Only to wake up in her own masterfully, Smutt-worthy, romance game; "Virgin's Trial."

Three days before the engagement, Richard Vanderwoodsen abandoned Windsor Luna and flew to Paris, merely to comfort his "depressed" mistress. That night, the proudest rose of Manhattan got drunk at a top - notch bar. She stopped a passing financial tycoon and said, "Mr. Black, how about getting engaged to me?" The entire upper - class society in New York knew that Richard was the Achilles' heel of Miss Windsor. When everyone was waiting for this socialite to bow her head and admit her mistake, she quietly signed a prenuptial agreement and became Leonardo Black's legal wife. When they met again, the once arrogant young master Vanderwoodsen had lost his family inheritance rights. He cornered Luna on the terrace of a charity dinner, his voice hoarse. "I regret it. Give me another..." Before he could finish, a hand with distinct knuckles had already wrapped around Luna's waist. Leonardo swirled the champagne glass in his hand, his ice - blue eyes glinting with cold light. "Sorry, my wife is allergic to cheap perfume - especially the kind stained with someone else's tears."

Hyorin never believed in love at first sight, until that fateful night by the Seine. She came to Paris for her best friend’s birthday, expecting nothing more than laughter, champagne, and the city’s enchanting glow. But as she wandered alone by the river, she met him, a mysterious man in a hoodie, his presence as haunting as it was mesmerizing. Their conversation was brief, their connection inexplicable, yet something about him lingered in her heart long after he disappeared into the night. For two years, she held onto that fleeting moment, hoping, perhaps foolishly... that fate would let their paths cross again. But time passed, and he remained nothing more than a beautiful mystery. Until he returned. But this time, it wasn’t just another chance encounter, it was the beginning of chaos. The man who once felt like a dream was now turning her reality upside down, pulling her into a whirlwind of secrets, danger, and emotions she never saw coming. And yet, in the midst of it all, an unexpected love story began... one that would either heal her or completely break her. Because some people are meant to be found again… even if it means losing everything else in the process.

**Ye Xuan** was the type of man you wouldn’t spare a second glance at. Not particularly rich, not particularly poor. Not exceptionally talented, but not a failure either. He lived his life quietly, always staying in the background—except when it came to **Su Mengyao**, the school flower. She was elegant, dazzling, and untouchable—the kind of girl **men dreamed of** but never had a chance with. Ye Xuan knew it too—he never expected anything from her. But still, she kept him close. Whenever she needed help with studies, she would call him. When she was feeling down, she would chat with him late into the night. She **never accepted him**—but she never **pushed him away either. He wasn’t her boyfriend. But he wasn’t just a friend, either. Then one day, reality crushed him. At a private banquet for the elites, he stood in the crowd, watching as Su Mengyao **wrapped her arms around another man’s arm—Lin Tianyi**, the young master of the Lin family. His family was wealthy beyond imagination, with connections that stretched across the entire city. As the champagne flowed and laughter echoed, Su Mengyao leaned close to Lin Tianyi and whispered something in his ear. Then, as if remembering something amusing, she let out a soft chuckle. Ye Xuan’s phone buzzed. A message from **her**. **“Ye Xuan, thank you for always being there for me. You’re a really good guy. I hope we can still be friends. At that moment, he finally understood. He was just a **backup**. A spare. Someone she kept around for **when she was bored or lonely**, while she waited for a man with real power to claim her. That night, as the banquet raged on, Ye Xuan walked through the dark alleys of the city, his mind numb. It wasn’t just **Su Mengyao**—his job applications had been rejected, his landlord had kicked him out, and his so-called friends had stopped replying to his messages. With nothing left, he collapsed near a **street corner**, waiting for the night to swallow him whole. That was when **he met him**. A beggar sat against the wall, grinning at him with dark, hollow eyes. His presence felt ancient—**inhuman**. **“What a pitiful sight,”** the beggar chuckled. **“Thrown away, forgotten, left to rot. Do you want another chance, boy?”** Ye Xuan barely had the strength to lift his head. **"A chance for what?”** The beggar leaned in, his grin widening. **“A chance to take back everything. A chance to rise higher than all of them. But power has a price, boy. Are you willing to pay?”** Ye Xuan’s fingers curled into a fist. **“What do I need to do?”** The beggar whispered in his ear, and at that moment—**his fate was sealed.** **He could trade his lifespan to summon spirits of the dead. For every year sacrificed, he could call upon warriors, emperors, assassins, and geniuses long forgotten by time—and take their skills for himself. **But the more he used this power, the closer he stepped toward death.** With nothing left to lose, Ye Xuan made his first trade.

_ _ _ _ MXFXF-Beziehung. Bitte lesen Sie den Hinweis. Bitte fügen Sie es dann der Sammlung hinzu und unterstützen Sie mich. Alle Rückmeldungen werden geschätzt Sie war nicht die Erbin, nicht die Älteste und auch nicht die Jüngste. Sie existierte einfach in der Familie, hielt den Kopf unten und ließ sich wegspülen, bis sie gehen konnte. "Ich habe versucht, mich abzugrenzen, ruhig zu bleiben und sogar meine Gedanken zu äußern. Aber ganz gleich, was ich tue, ich werde nie beachtet. Ist meine Existenz überhaupt von Bedeutung? Es ist ja nicht so, dass mich irgendjemand in dieser Familie überhaupt mag." Rika Goodwill war die Schande ihrer Familie. Als mittleres "Beta"-Kind eines prominenten Alpha-Omega-Paares geboren, war es nur natürlich, dass sie im Vergleich zu ihrem perfekten Alpha-Bruder und ihrer süßen Omega-Schwester vernachlässigt wurde. Ihre Situation außerhalb ihrer Familie war nicht besser. Die Leute mieden sie wegen ihrer Mafia-Familie und beurteilten ihre Art ohne zu zögern. Ihre einzigen Freunde waren das "Lieblingspaar des Jahrhunderts". Aber Rika war irgendwie zum dritten Rad am Wagen geworden, weil sie sich zankten und häufig trennten. Im Laufe ihres 17-jährigen Lebens hatte Rika gelernt, ihr Schicksal zu akzeptieren und weiterzumachen. Schließlich würde kein noch so großes Gejammer etwas daran ändern, dass sie das dritte Rad am Wagen war. Das Collage sollte ihr großer Durchbruch werden. Es sollte die Zeit sein, die Rika für sich selbst hatte, in der sie sich wie sie selbst fühlen konnte, also bewarb sie sich an einem Ort, an dem sie niemand kannte. Das sollte ihr Glücksfall sein! Rika sollte von ihrem sich verschlechternden Leben wegkommen. Aber weder ihre Familie noch ihre "Freunde" waren bereit, sie gehen zu lassen, und es dauerte nicht lange, bis ihr friedliches Leben ins Wanken geriet. ____________ Diese Geschichte wird sowohl ein heterosexuelles Pairing als auch Yuri haben und ist auch ein Omegaverse. Weibliche Alphas sind Futas. Wenn das nicht dein Ding ist, dann geh, bevor du eintrittst. Hinterlassen Sie viel Feedback für mich

Damon Steele is a self-proclaimed superhero, notorious for his ridiculous weapon choices and a knack for getting caught up in the most absurd situations. When the villainous Laughing Phantom launches an attack on the city, Damon finds himself drenched in whipped cream and facing a more dangerous foe—his ex, Mira. A twisted and charming mastermind, Mira has returned with a plan to throw the city into chaos, but the real reason behind her actions is a secret she's been hiding: she's still in love with Damon. With his sarcastic sidekick, Lily Quinn, by his side, Damon navigates a series of wild and hilarious encounters with Mira, a giant rubber chicken, and inflatable ducks. As the battle for the city escalates, Damon must confront his own feelings for Mira while dealing with the growing tension between him and Lily. Amidst explosions of confetti, awkward romantic confessions, and a city on the brink of destruction, Damon discovers that saving the day might not be as important as finally choosing between the woman from his past and the one who's always had his back. Love and Laughter in the Chaos is a comedic rollercoaster of action, romance, and absurdity, proving that even the craziest battles can lead to a happy ending—or at least a pizza date.

"I swear I will make them pay with everything I have. I will use my very own blood to sign the documents that will end them if I must!” To Champagne Gold, life was always like a fast-moving truck with no brakes and a drunk driver, one she couldn't avoid. At the age of five, she lost her parents in a helicopter crash. Life after that was one problem to another but she held on... until her grandfather passed away as well. With his death came the loss of her position of CEO and her hard-earned shares. As if that was not enough, she was served with divorce papers and the revelation of her husband's adultery with her cousin. Dealt with one too many blows, Champagne sought to end it all. Perhaps she could be reincarnated or whisked away to another world like the books she read before, but that was not to be. Instead, a mysterious man entered her life. "Rather than escape like a coward, I can give you the power and resources to carry out your revenge. I have but one condition―marry me.” Champagne held her lips between her teeth and took the offer. However, just when she believed her new life was going smoothly, she found out another painful secret. One more painful than any she had discovered before. She had undergone a uterus removal procedure and she didn't even know it. Now Champagne is more determined than ever to get revenge on everyone who wronged her. She would do and give everything to make them pay for taking away something so precious from her.

Ethan Grayson has it all: a multi-billion-dollar company, a penthouse view, and a personality so charming it’s borderline unbearable. But after one too many dinner dates with women who talk more about his stock portfolio than their hobbies, Ethan decides he’s done with high society. His grand plan? Marry a “normal” woman who doesn’t care about his money. Simple, right? Enter Emily Carter, a bookshop employee who thinks a “luxury” is buying two cups of coffee in one day. She’s witty, stubborn, and entirely unimpressed when Ethan waltzes into her shop one afternoon, throwing around compliments like confetti. For Ethan, Emily is everything he’s looking for: genuine, grounded, and refreshingly immune to his usual charm. There’s just one tiny problem. Ethan’s arrogance is the size of his bank account, and Emily has no patience for egotistical billionaires—no matter how good their jawline is. As Ethan awkwardly tries to “woo” Emily in the most unromantic ways possible (think unsolicited business advice and overly generous tips), Emily starts to wonder if this handsome stranger might actually have a heart hidden under all that bravado. But when she discovers his real reason for pursuing her, all bets are off. Will Ethan learn to drop his ego long enough to win Emily’s trust? Or will Emily decide that some books are better left closed?

Teen romance? Office Romance? Enemy to lovers? nahhh... I present to you, PRISON ROMANCE! This story is an entry for Romance Carnival contest. Please send me PS, GT and gifts. Life was going perfectly for Jasmine Paxton. One day, she flew out to where her mother originally came from, expecting to be welcomed by a shower of rose petals and confetti. But instead, she was welcomed by the greatest surprise in her life. Jasmine, who was on a vacation -- nay, who faced the death penalty, was now imprisoned in a foreign prison, awaiting her verdict. In prison, she found out about her boyfriend's betrayal, making her hope for freedom seem like a dream. Jasmine accepted her fate and got used to life in prison, which soon changed her. Unexpectedly, her candle of hope for freedom lit up, not from the help from the outside, but from the inside of the prison wall. And one of that came from Felix He, whom she mistook as her handsome ex-boss's secret boyfriend and the first person that put the cuffs on her! ***** This story is fictional. Instagram: aleeqac_books Tiktok: aleeqac_author Facebook: Aleeqa C Buy me a coffee! https://ko-fi.com/aleeqac

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