What Happens At The End Of Miles Morales Suspended?

Raymond Lorenzo demanded everything. In the courtroom, under flashing cameras and public scrutiny, Jake Leon gave it to him… his shares, his power… all his life’s work. 3 years of marriage ended in a single decision. The divorce of the century. Eighteen months later, Raymond has everything he fought for; Full control of Elite Valley Tech, influence, and a name feared in every boardroom. But every power comes at a price. Because soon, a global criminal network is traced back to his company, and a dangerous mafia syndicate places a bounty on him after the fall of their leader. Raymond comes to the realization that it's he’s no longer untouchable. With no family to turn to and enemies closing in, there’s only one person who can save him. The man he pushed to the mud. Jake Leon. But Jake isn’t the same man who walked out of that courtroom. And this time, forgiveness isn’t part of the deal. Forced back under the same roof, bound by revenge, power, and unfinished emotions. will they destroy each other completely… Or uncover a truth neither of them was ready to face?

The only legacy that Castiel’s parents have left him are a ton of debt and a younger Omega sister who he must protect at all costs. As an Alpha without any real powers, he is hopeless and helpless when it comes to standing on his feet, but when a terrible accident makes him commit an unthinkable crime; he has no choice but to face the renounced Mafia King, Damien Synclair. Damien is an Enigma. A powerful Alpha who operates in the shadows of the New York underbelly and is feared by all. But when he comes face to face with a weak Alpha, he finds that he can’t have enough of his. To Damien, Castiel becomes a mystery that he must solve, even if it means holding him captive. But what happens when the captive starts to develop feelings for the captor? Will it be enough to melt Damien’s icy heart? Or will Castiel end up just like Damien’s previous f*ck buddies? Chewed and thrown to the streets…

I'm Kelly. Everyone calls me Speed. I'm all about control. I'm in control on the racetrack. I'm in control of my car. I'm in control of how I fought to raise my deaf little brother. I live for being in control. Except in my personal life, I have no control and I don't know how to handle it. I don't know where I fit. Should I go with what I have been taught all my life as normal or should I give in to myself and let my true desires come out. I'm Brick. When I first met Speed I could see instantly she needed someone to take control. She needed the Dom in me to help her safely explore her needs and desires. She needed to submit to me and to her true self. She needed me to guide her as she explores who she is and what she wants. She needs a safe place only I can give her to step past what was drilled into her as right and follow her heart. I'm Gretchen. I'm a bunny for the Reckless Renegades. I service the members, most of the time means having sex with them. I was ok with that. Well, I was ok with it until I met Speed. I was drawn to her instantly. I wanted to get to know her but more than that I wanted to be with her. Before I can even make a move she finds out I'm a bunny and won't speak to me anymore. Being a bunny was fine for me but now I want more. I want to help Brick to get Speed to open up. I want to be with her in every way even if that means sharing her with him and giving up my bunny was.

At a time when sudden cosmic imbalances can be felt across universes, Earth becomes the center of an extraterrestrial attack when there is an alien-like invasion by an army of inter dimensional beings led by a goddess of war and death. There is then a most impeccable ensemble comprising of one Natasha Johnson; Atlanta’s christened superheroine, ‘Viper’, along with a group of teenagers, super-powered beings, some old familiar faces, scientists, cops, the military, and even mercenaries who must then team up to ensure the survival of the planet as well as preventing the impending destruction of the entire cosmos.

We had been together for seven years, yet my CEO boyfriend canceled our marriage registration 99 times. The first time, his newly hired assistant got locked in the office. He rushed back to deal with it, leaving me standing outside the County Clerk's Office until midnight. The fifth time, we were about to sign when he heard his assistant had been harassed by a client. He left me there and ran off to "rescue" her, while I was left behind, humiliated and laughed at by others. After that, no matter when we scheduled our registration, there was always some emergency with his assistant that needed him more. Eventually, I gave up completely and chose to leave. However, after I moved away from Twilight City, he spent the next five years desperately searching for me, like a man who had finally lost his mind.

When I was born, the nurse handed me over to my parents, and the smiles on their faces instantly vanished. Hovering over their son's smooth head was a line of numbers that no one else could see. 6570 days. It was exactly 18 years. Not a day more, not a day less. The nurse thought they were just nervous first-time parents, but my parents knew the truth. That number was my lifespan. While everyone else in the delivery room was celebrating a new life, my parents were staring at my death. For the next 18 years, I was the most precious person in the family. No matter how poor we were, the eggs were always mine, the new clothes were always mine, and the meat was always mine. My younger sister could only look on enviously. My parents often told her, "Let your brother have it. He doesn't have much time left." I was well-behaved from a young age, never causing trouble, quietly waiting to die. On my 18th birthday, I blew out the candles and said a sincere goodbye to the world. The next day, my parents and sister, dressed in black clothes, walked into my room with swollen eyes. I rubbed my eyes, smiled at them, and said, "Good morning." The air froze. The sadness on their faces slowly turned into astonishment, then coldness.