7 Days To Die Blood Moons

(Formerly entitled as His Way) Feeling the need to help a friend, Patima Takahashi agreed with what everyone wants to happen and that is to be a girlfriend of Mark Jacob Watanabe. The mentioned guy is known to be the nerd in school, while Patima is one of the popular girls. Patima Takahashi agreed, upon hearing that it is only a month that explains why she would think that it'll be only for a while. While doing so, she couldn't help but look at MJ in a different way than she usually should. What could happen for a month of being with MJ? Could she handle the things that MJ is doing for her? Or more like for MJ's practice to take his crush out?

In the split second when the research lab explodes, my boyfriend, Thomas Bastion, dashes to Melody Harper, who is standing furthest from the blast zone. He shields her from the impact with his own body. When the sounds of the explosion stop, the first thing he does is carry Melody to the hospital. I'm lying on the floor. My body is covered in fresh blood, but he doesn't spare a single glance at me. Thomas has taken care of Melody for the past 18 years. His heart is filled with nothing but her. There's no space for anyone else. I only survived because my colleagues rushed me to the hospital. When I am discharged from the ICU, I call my teacher, Louis Carpenter. Both my eyes are swollen from how much I've been crying. "Mr. Carpenter, I've made up my mind. I'm willing to join you for the confidential research. It's fine if we have to leave in one month. I don't care that I'll be unable to contact anyone for the next five years." The wedding ceremony that I have been dreaming of is supposed to take place in a month's time. However, I no longer want to get married.

“You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind? “You don’t know the pit you’ve dug yourself in, Ms. Elena Lubov. Can you honestly tell me that if I slit your neck right now, you can still love me?” Michael asked as the knife on Elena’s neck began to cut slowly and draw a bit of blood. Their gazes never wavered. “I’ll cut my throat on your behalf, Michael, if it would make you believe in every word that I say” she said without fear, “I have nothing to lose.” she whispered. When the most powerful mafia boss finds out his past never existed, how can he keep his madness from destroying the future he created? When power and money is useless, what can the words of the dead do for those left behind?

BLURB "You drive me insane, Carla!" He growled, hoisting me on the desk. His lips brushed my jaw and my breath quickened when he slipped his fingers underneath my red dress. "Fuck, you are not wearing panties," He groaned, gripping my thighs possessively. I was filled with an unnerving amount of neediness and I had my fingers working on his belt in no time. "God, just fuck me already." I moaned, peering at him beneath my lashes. He muttered profanities under his breath, lifted me a little, and plunged into me swiftly. "Fuck!" I moaned, wrapping my legs around him to get more of what he was offering as he pounded into me, burying his head into my neck. "Mine!" He growled into my neck. ༆ Carla Jason and Dawson Walcott were the definitions of opposite attracts. Where Carla was naive—prim, innocent, and not ladylike, Dawson was the typical ruthless fuck-boy, who chased after anything in a skirt, especially the sexy ones. All his life, he had always hoped to meet his mate at his coronation ceremony of being the next Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, which was coming up in a few days but fate had other plans in store. Carla had walked in on him fucking another omega and she wasn't just a random omega to him. She was the omega he had always been in love with. Worse, she turned out to be his mate. Dawson knew how difficult it would be to make her his, given his history and what she had found out about him on the day he realized she was his mate. The complications weren't about to stop Dawson from claiming what was his before her twentieth birthday but was Carla going to allow herself to be vulnerable with a playboy?

“Aren't you a bit curious as to what will happen if you refuse to adhere to the terms of the contract?” Ben asked from the window. But she didn't care at that point. She was done with whatever the hell this was. She got to the door and grabbed the handle, about to open it. “You..will..go..to..jail, Miss Ana.” She froze in her tracks. Did Remi just say jail? ***** Ana is a single mother who's running from her past, trying to provide for her child, and at the same time shielding herself from the clutches of a psycho-stalker. She meets Ben, a stranger, who's still reeling from a brutal betrayal in his past. But when Ben asks Ana to be his wife for 30 days, despite her baggage, she thinks he is crazy. However, as she spends time with the introverted but sexy billionaire, it turns out she is the one who’s crazy about him. Would they be able to look past their painful pasts and find a way to co-exist freely without the fear of being hurt a second time?

"Can I taste you down there?" He said and I swallowed. "I want to claim you." His words disrupted my thoughts and I inhaled in a sharp breath. "When you fell on my hands before practically falling on the floor, I knew I just had to have you." His deep voice reverberated throughout the empty room. He was sounded confident—no he was confident. "Even if it's for a night." “I want to feel your skin on fire. I want to inhale the sharp of your breath as blood rushes through your body. Tell me bunny, are you wet right now?” He asked and I inhaled sharply. He growled. She was Fire, and he wanted to consume every bit of her. It was supposed to be a one night of fun, letting go and celebrating graduation from college. That was all Emma had bargained herself for. He was Gideon, the owner of the biggest club in New York and few other countries. A typical player? No that wasn't the type of man he was, but that didn't mean he didn't mind having some fun occasionally. Or maybe more than occasionally. What then happens when the one night of fun revolves into a forever when an unnerving situation binds both parties together? Would they be able to make the best out of the situation or would it turn out to be a disaster?

He left me broken—stripped of everything I had worked for, humiliated in front of everyone who once respected me. My savings? My investments? Drained by the man I once loved and trusted. And just when I thought the worst had passed, he laughed in my face, parading his betrayal. But then he arrived. A man even my ex feared. Dominic Vale—ruthless, untouchable, a billionaire with power that makes men bow and women tremble. That day, he stepped in, took my hand, and pulled me into his arms as if I belonged there. “She’s mine,” he said. And for the first time in forever, my ex looked scared. I should’ve questioned it. I should’ve walked away. But when Dominic made his offer in the backseat of his sleek black car, I couldn’t resist. “109 days,” he murmured. “Be my wife. My possession. My toy. And in return? I’ll make sure he suffers for every single tear you’ve shed.” It was madness. It was dangerous. But I wanted revenge—I craved it. So, I said yes. What does he get out of it? He won’t tell me. But as the days pass, as I step into the role of Dominic’s perfect, obedient wife in public and something far more sinful behind closed doors, I start to realize the truth. This isn’t just about revenge. This is about him—about the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not watching. About the way he touches me like he’s wanted this for far longer than I can comprehend. And the most terrifying part? I think I want it too. But when secrets start to unravel, I learn that revenge is never sweet. And loving a man like Dominic Vale might be my greatest downfall.

Love and hate turned out to be just words. That year, because she needed a large amount of money to repay the debt, Helen agreed to a fake marriage with Basil for 90 days, but before the end, she embraced the pain and hatred and left. Three years later, when they meet again, can Basil’s love make Helen forget that year’s hatred and join hands with him to walk to happiness?

"Jᴜsᴛ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴡᴇʟᴠᴇ ᴅᴀʏs. Iғ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴀʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ'ʟʟ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴄʜᴀsɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. Aɴᴅ ɪ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜ." »»» To love and be loved is what every woman dreams of. But a one-sided love is out of the question. Since she learnt the word love, Akhelish had been unrequitedly in love with her brother's best friend. For so many years, she tried everything she could to make him fall helplessly in love with her but all of it was a fail. And then a thought came over her. She challenge herself and made a deal with Kien to make him fall in love with her in just twelve days. After so many years of attempting, will a week and five days be enough to achieve her goal? Or like the other, it will also be failed?

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"