What Is Avalo Pizarro'S Devil Fruit?

“I….I hate you,” those words rolled out of her tongue, whereas a tear slipped down from her eyes, feeling him wrapping her bare legs around his waist. A sadistic smirk formed on his face, hearing her before he pressed the tip of his swollen girth against her drenching core which hurt yet angered her more. She grabbed his collar aggressively. “I can never love you because the only person I have ever loved in my life is Ethan and will be just him. Did you understand that, Zaiden fucking Alvaro?” She seethed out at him, attempting to trigger him but her words made him grab her nape. “We will see about that once I will get done making you scream and moan my name again, Cyra Zaiden Alvaro,” whispering those words against her lips, he pressed his mouth against hers while pushing his hardened shaft all the way inside her. “Aaah …..” she moaned in that painful pleasure whereas her arms immediately embraced him Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in her hand which made her look towards it and her heart shattered brutally by reading that text from her love, Ethan. ‘Make sure to kill that bastard, Zaiden, tonight. Then we will run far away from here, Cyra…..” A tear slipped down from her eyes, reading Ethan’s text because now she didn't even know whom she was lying to….? To him or to her own self…? That she hated being the forced bride of this insane man, Zaiden Alvaro. Why did Zaiden Alvaro force Cyra to marry him, even after knowing she loved Ethan? Would Cyra be able to take her husband’s life to run away with her lover and most importantly, how far would Zaiden Alvaro go to make sure Cyra remained as HIS FORCED BRIDE?

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

“Let me leave!” She yelled, trying to fight off the men who held her down. “I am not going to…” “You are the Alpha’s property now.” They said, silencing her. “Only HE will decide what is to be of you…” ************************** There is one place in the world where you enter a slave and turn into a Luna. And that place is the Alpha’s estate. The Estate where dreams and nightmares can come true. For they say, it is you who draws your fate when it comes to the harem. For it can be both your heaven or hell. But what fate can one draw when they are claimed as slaves? It is the question that Alexandra asked as she came face to face with none other than her mate. The Alpha of Alphas. Alpha Damien…

Ariel is a kind, beautiful girl who has just turned twenty. All her life, she believed that her younger brother was dead but everything changed the day that he parents broke it to her that he was still alive. As if that wasn't shocking enough, her brother had been in the custody of a Mafia boss and her parents planned to exchange him for her. Miguel is a ruthless mafia lord who only knows three things— money, power and sex. Love? That's not a word in his dictionary. He fucks any girl he chooses until they give up and can't take it anymore. He was a beast and Ariel was his newest catch. What happens when the innocent Ariel clashes with the hot and dangerously tempting Miguel and they both realize that they may have gotten more than they bargained for? What happens when a brutal past comes knocking again? Threatening to tear down and destroy? Betrayal and lust is the order of the day. Will love prevail? Or will it tear them down completely?

Azrael, the Angel of Death, ventures on an adventure on Earth to find the Prince of Hell aka Bernael, whose name is written in her Fate. As she battles with herself internally, she gets torn between killing or saving Bernael as she unravels the true meaning of her fate.

Jasmine goes to the devil mafia boss for help, will he help her? And what will he ask for in return? Axel is the devil and he's been the king of hell for as long as anyone could remember. He is cold-hearted and ruthless but does not hesitate to kill anyone who harms a woman or child. So what happens when Jasmine comes running to him for help after her mother is killed right in front of her? What happens when Jasmine signs a deal with the devil who is simply looking for a psychologist/companion? What is she really ready to give in return? Axel is cold and heartless but aside from having a soft spot for women and kids, Jasmine seemed to have come into his life and broken down his walls. Will he let her? Or will she run away when she realizes how messy loving the devil can actually be?