Anna Shumate Fanfic

Take it off slowly, inch closer, tease and make 'em believe you're all theirs--Make it perfectly estatic. Abigail's code was as simple as they come, and had worked impeccably for years with her one and only rule: No touching. But when she pisses off a snob who didn't like it very much, it was up to a certain billionaire to save her from his covetous hands. Except, he isn't quite ready to let her go just yet.

Erlang sukses dalam karier, namun sial dalam hubungan asmara. Dia memiliki dua orang istri yang cantik, akan tetapi hal itu tidak lantas membuat Erlang menjadi puas dalam urusan ranjang. Pasalnya, Arsyila, istri pertama Erlang mengalami gangguan kejiwaan, sedangkan Zoya, istri keduanya mengidap penyakit berbahaya, hingga ia pun memutuskan untuk mencari istri ketiga. Akankah Erlang mendapat kebahagiaan dengan pilihannya yang ketiga? Atau kehadiran Maya, istri ketiga yang memiliki tujuan lain, hanya akan menjadi boomerang bagi kehidupan keluarganya?

"Erlang, aku ... aku akan menikah." Erlang terkejut." Apa?! Dengan siapa?!" Zoya menundukkan kepala. "Pria pilihan orang tuaku. Mereka sudah memutuskan, dan aku... aku tidak bisa menolak." Erlang terdiam sejenak, lalu tersenyum. "Aku mengerti. Aku hanya pemuda biasa yang tidak bisa mengabulkan keinginan orang tuamu." Zoya menatap Erlang dengan mata berkaca-kaca. "Lang, aku..." Erlang segera mengangkat tangan. "Tidak perlu, Zoya. Aku tahu kamu harus melakukan kewajibanmu sebagai seorang anak." Zoya tersenyum sedih. "Aku akan selalu mengingat kamu, Lang. Aku doakan yang terbaik untukmu." "Aku juga, Zoya. Aku akan selalu mendukung kamu meski kita berjauhan." Erlang dan Zoya saling menatap, lalu tersenyum sedih. Keduanya berpikir ini adalah akhir dari hubungan mereka, tapi takdir justru kembali mempersatukan mereka dalam sebuah skandal. Satu tahun kemudian adalah awal dari perjalanan baru bagi Erlang dan Zoya.

" "You will bear my child, whether you like it or not. And if you refuse, I will make sure you suffer in ways you can't even imagine." In a blink of an eye, he had his hand around my neck. "Your silly little words won't stop me from punishing you," he sneered. "In fact, you've just given me another idea on what to do to you." He released his hold on me, and I coughed loudly, gasping for breath. "You should have just killed me, you devil." I managed to say. "You've tested my patience enough!" Seth barked. "I won't be needing this whip anymore, I guess." He threw the whip away, and the sound of it hitting the ground echoed in the room. “I know I said I will give you time to think about my proposal, but I think it's high time we get you to carry my child,” he said, his voice cold and devoid of compassion. ******************* In a world where humanity is on the brink of extinction, Lotus is a human slave who has given up hope. Sold to the ruthless and feared vampire king, Seth, Lotus believes her fate is sealed. But when she discovers that Seth only wants one thing - a child - she realizes that her life might not be as hopeless as she thought. Forced to bear his offspring, Lotus finds herself torn between survival and rebellion. As their relationship grows and passion ignites between them, they must navigate the treacherous waters of a world where danger lurks around every corner. With challenges and threats at every turn, Lotus and Seth must fight for their love and their future, against all odds. This is a story of forbidden love, resilience, and the unbreakable human spirit in a world on the brink of destruction.

Tubuh kami saling terjerat di dalam mobil. Suamiku terus bergerak di dalam tubuh bagian bawahku, bibirnya mencium dadaku, lalu dering ponsel tiba-tiba menyadarkanku dari lamunan kami yang memabukkan. Ariel pun menjawab tanpa ragu. Itu salah satu teman terdekatnya dari dunia medis, berbicara dalam Bahasa Garnia. “Ketua.” Suara itu berkata dengan santai, “Selingkuhanmu sudah hamil dua bulan. Kau mau gimana?” Ariel tidak berhenti. Nada suaranya tetap tenang. “Merlin nggak bisa punya anak,” jawabnya. “Aku akan biarkan Sintia mengandung bayi itu sampai lahir, lalu mengadopsinya sebagai anakku sendiri. Itu akan mengamankan posisi pewaris. Ini rahasia kita berdua.” Sesuatu di dalam diriku membeku. Dia lupa satu hal .... Aku mengambil jurusan Bahasa Garnia. Bahkan, dia mempelajari bahasa itu hanya untuk memenangkan hatiku. Tapi aku tidak berteriak. Aku tidak mengonfrontasinya. Sebaliknya, aku tersenyum, tetap diam, dan terus berperan sebagai istri yang sempurna. Kemudian, aku menyelipkan surat cerai ke dalam kontrak pembelian properti dan melihat suamiku menandatangani tanpa membacanya terlebih dahulu. Setelah itu aku diam-diam mendaftarkan identitas baru. Selama tiga hari berikutnya, ketidakhadirannya, dan pesan-pesan mengejek dari wanita itu, menghapus harapan terakhir yang kumiliki tentang cinta. Ketika identitas baruku aktif, aku pergi tanpa menoleh ke belakang. Membawa serta anak di dalam rahimku. Dan, menghilang dari dunianya selamanya ....

Four years ago, a 13 year old blackmailed me into friendship by holding my doughnut captive. We've been close ever since. But then, I noticed that I wanted to be more than just friends. I was in love with my best friend. Sadly, he didn't feel the same way. I thought my world was over. I was crushed. But to my utmost yet most delighted surprise, I just happened to fall into the arms of a certain bad-boy. Literally. He didn't just save me from what could've been a hell of a concussion that night. He saved my heart too. But hey, let's not get in over our heads now. It wasn't that easy. Not even close. After all, when two opposing worlds clash for the very first time, we cant just expect it to be all rainbows and sunshine. Now do we?

Au cours de ma cinquième année d'amour pour Gabriel, il a hérité du titre de Seigneur Vampire de son défunt frère — ainsi que de la veuve de son frère, Chloe, l'ancienne Reine de Sang, et, par le sang et la loi, elle est ma parenté par alliance. Chaque fois qu'il revenait de sa chambre, Gabriel me tenait doucement et chuchotait, « Isabella, Chloe n'est que ma conjointe choisie. Une fois qu'elle aura porté et donné naissance au descendant du Clan des Crocs-de-Flamme, je me lierai à toi par un Lien de Sang. » Il a dit que c'était la seule condition que sa famille avait exigée pour qu'il monte en tant que Seigneur Vampire. Pendant les six mois qui ont suivi notre retour, il a répondu à son appel une centaine de fois. Au début, une fois par mois. Puis une fois par semaine. Et finalement, chaque nuit. La centième nuit où je suis restée éveillée à l'attendre, Chloe a enfin conçu. La nouvelle est arrivée avec une autre annonce— Gabriel et Chloe seraient bientôt liés par le Sang. Mon fils a levé les yeux vers moi, confus et innocent. « Maman... n'ont-ils pas dit que Papa formerait un Lien de Sang avec la Reine de Sang qu'il aime ? Pourquoi n'est-il pas encore venu nous ramener à la maison ? » « Parce que, » ai-je dit doucement, passant ma main dans ses cheveux, « la Reine de Sang qu'il aime n'a jamais été ta mère. » « Mais ce n'est pas grave », ai-je ajouté. « Je te ramènerai chez nous. Notre propre maison. » Ce que Gabriel n'avait jamais compris, c'était que — en tant que fille unique d'un Roi Vampire régnant, je ne m'étais jamais souciée du titre de Reine de Sang du Clan des Crocs-de-Flamme.

I spent five years as Dominic Santoro’s wife in name only. Five years hidden behind closed doors, buried under his sheets, erased from his world. When he finally agreed to take me back to Chicago—to stand beside him, to be seen—I thought I had won. I bought a new dress. Soft. Elegant. Worthy of a Don’s woman. The night before we left, he looked at me through the mirror and said calmly, “Take the makeup off. Change into pants.” I asked why. He adjusted his cufflinks like I was nothing more than background noise. “Juliana Lancaster is back. Tonight is our engagement.” Russian Bratva. Lancaster blood. A marriage alliance. Seeing my silence, he laughed—careless, cruel. “What’s with that look? Didn’t we agree on this when we married? Brotherhood. Loyalty. No love.” Then he turned, eyes sharp and mocking. “Victoria Miller… you didn’t actually fall in love with me, did you?” I stood there, frozen. Because inside the inner pocket of his tailored suit— was my pregnancy report. And the Don of Chicago had no idea the woman he was about to sacrifice was carrying his heir.

En el quinto año de mi amor por Gabriel, él heredó el título de Lord Vampiro de su difunto hermano, así como a su viuda, Chloe, la antigua Reina de Sangre y, por sangre y ley, mi pariente por pacto. Cada vez que regresaba de los aposentos de ella, Gabriel me abrazaba con dulzura y me susurraba: —Isabella, Chloe es solo mi Consorte Elegida. Una vez que conciba y dé a luz al heredero del Aquelarre Blazetooth, me uniré a ti mediante un vínculo de sangre. Decía que era la única condición que su familia le exigía para ascender como Lord. Durante los seis meses posteriores a nuestro regreso al Aquelarre Blazetooth, él acudió a su llamado cien veces. Al principio, una vez al mes. Luego, una vez por semana. Y todas las noches. En la centésima noche que pasé despierta esperándolo, Chloe concibió. La noticia llegó junto con otro anuncio: Gabriel y Chloe pronto quedarían unidos por un vínculo de sangre. Mi hijo me miró, confundido e inocente. —Mamá... ¿no decían que papá formaría un vínculo de sangre con la Reina de Sangre a la que ama? ¿Por qué no ha venido a llevarnos a casa todavía? —Porque —dije con suavidad mientras le acariciaba el cabello—, la Reina de Sangre a la que ama nunca fue tu madre. No importa —añadí—. Yo te llevaré a casa. A nuestro propio hogar. Lo que Gabriel nunca notó fue que como la única hija de un Rey Vampiro en funciones, nunca me había interesado en lo más mínimo el título de Reina de Sangre del Aquelarre Blazetooth.

No dia que deveria ser o meu casamento... a noiva não era eu. A cerimônia pela qual esperei durante cinco anos se transformou em uma piada quando Valentina, minha irmã, entrou pelo corredor de mármore usando um vestido de noiva branco. Seu braço estava entrelaçado ao de Luca, o homem que deveria estar me esperando no altar. — Sinto muito, Bianca. — Disse ela suavemente. — Mas hoje você não é mais a noiva. Então ela tocou a própria barriga, os olhos brilhando de triunfo. — Estou grávida do filho de Don Romano. Suas palavras explodiram dentro da minha cabeça, e o mundo inteiro mergulhou no silêncio. Como se temesse que eu não acreditasse, ela ergueu algo brilhante em direção à luz. Uma imagem de ultrassom em preto e branco. Nela, lia-se claramente: Idade gestacional — 12 semanas. Meus olhos arderam, as lágrimas queimando enquanto me virei para Luca, procurando desesperadamente qualquer coisa, uma negação, uma explicação, arrependimento. Em vez disso, ele apenas suspirou, cansado e resignado. — Bianca, me desculpa... — Disse ele, impotente. — Valentina não tem muito tempo de vida. Este casamento… era o último desejo dela. — Eu vou compensar você. — Acrescentou. — Podemos ter outro casamento depois. Meu pai, Moretti, estava atrás dele, usando a mesma expressão severa que carregou durante toda a minha vida. Nunca o vi sorrir para mim, nem uma única vez. — Bianca!! — Disse ele, ríspido. — Sua irmã está morrendo. Deixe que ela fique com isso. Meu irmão assentiu em silêncio, como se isso fosse uma resposta suficientemente sólida. Durante toda a minha vida, eles sempre a escolheram, as lágrimas dela, seus caprichos, suas necessidades, acima das minhas. Hoje não foi diferente. Algo dentro de mim se quebrou silenciosamente. Tudo bem. Se ninguém nesta família se importa comigo, eu vou embora.