Bloody Lips

EMILIANA                  It was supposed to be a simple wedding. Marry the old fucker then while he's busy trying to get in my pants, stick a knife in his throat. And if anyone asks... I'm pretty sure I would have come up with something believable. I mean, how hard is it for someone his age to have a heart attack or trip and fall onto a knife. Right? But then in the middle of the wedding, this hot guy shows up in a bloody Armani suit, like covered in blood from head to toe, kills the man I'm supposed to marry and takes his place. What the fuck? Seriously, What the actual fuck? TROPES; Arranged marriage, forced proximity, he falls first, crazy FL, your daily amount of steam and HEA.

This is the tale of how the sexist remark, "Men are scum," was delivered to me on a scalding plate! Guess what? It all started with a birthday surprise party for my boss's fiance, but I was slapped with horror when I saw my boyfriend of two years being kissed by my boss with an engagement ring around both their fingers. Turned out I had been the side chick for two bloody years! Funny enough, I wasn't served a heart break alone, my boss had also been toying with the emotions of Cole McPherson, and together we swore to take revenge. Would I still scream, "Men are slime!" at the conclusion, or will my beliefs alter in the process of seeking revenge alongside Cole?

I gasped in pleasure as I rubbed against him. His hand cupped my breast, gently kneading them as his lips moved to my jaw. "Alpha..." I whispered shakily, my entire body so tight, I was desperate for release. "Damien." He whispered back, his lips suckling on my earlobe. "It's Damien to you." His hands had just moved up my thigh when there was a knock on the door. I froze, my eyes wide with panic as I suddenly came back to reality and realized that I was practically about to sleep with a werewolf. And just not any werewolf, but the Alpha werewolf. Cassius's enemy... My master's enemy... #1 of Broken Series FB handle - HB Temilorun IG handle - hb_temilorun

Stefan's eyes shot up in time to see Sky standing at the foot of the stairs. Stefan's lips fell apart at the sight before him. Standing in all his glory was the beautiful, flawless, shirtless and sexy as all fuck, Sky. His eyes a perfect baby blue, the sparkles all gone yet they held Stefan captive. Sky was bigger, his toned chest flex with well-defined muscles, his lips a full sexy red color, his long honey brown hair gliding down smoothly to his shoulders. God, he was breath taken beautiful. Stefan was on his feet before he knew it, he was walking towards his price, the pull too strong to ignore like a magnet attracted to the other one. ****

"You're not having me!" I snapped at his face. "Oh, my little sinner." He licked the bottom of his lips with a sinister smirk on his face. "You're already tied to my bed."

“You hypnotize me. I want to kill you so bad but I also want to f**k you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days.”He said to me while his thumb traced the edges of my lips, making me shiver.“Since the day one, I've wanted this." He grabbed the fistful of my hair and devoured me. "Say it. I want to hear my name from these beautiful lips of yours.”He demanded. His dark eyes pierced my soul.“Rh-Rhys.” I said. His thin lips instantly curled up into a breathtakingly beautiful smile. “Now, I can't wait to hear you moan it.” Without wasting a second, he slammed his lips on mine. ------- Rhys Larsen got everything in his life. Breathtaking visuals, fame, and skills that left every girl awe in bed. However, he is afraid to make commitments. So, he is notorious as a playboy. But one night he came across a girl, with whom he wanted to elope with. She messed up with his heart and mind. Meanwhile, Alora Scarlett is a beautiful 21 years old girl. Ever since she was young, she lived a dictated life. But no one knows that she is a good girl behind the facade of raw wildness and desire and this hidden desire was brought out by that blue eyed man. He managed to make her free from the shackles of life. He made her rebel for once and she... she loved every second of it. Thus, they came up with a bedroom contract to satisfy their desires. ^_^ This story is a roller coaster ride of steamy romance, dreams and hardships one has to face in life. Please do give it a good read.

Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in people and always sees the good in them. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer. Mason King; the leader of the most powerful gang, Viri Sanguinum. He is said to be cold, ruthless and a blood thirsty killer. He never grants mercy. Never helps nobody. But as they say, no one is born with bad. Circumstances make them. What possessed him to do this? With a dreadful past that still haunts him, Mason was bound to become bad. *** What if certain circumstances lead them to collide? Opposites attract they say. Is it possible in this case?

Amidst the darkness, fire ignited. A bloody journey to the reality. Altara live a peaceful life, thought danger is a form of a mere accident. She's to decide her own fate and her own purpose, especially on what to believe: To see to herself the reality! Little did she know, the walk to darkness fill with hot and strange; with bombing and exploding that so good to the extreme! She fall in the arms of a hottest man. And her affection become a dangerous one... She thought on escaping. But how, when his alluring eyes drowned her, and deepened her dangerous affection? Will her despise to the bad guys be the one to take over, or his deadly ways so good to even thought of resisting? P.s. You can support the writer by leaving reviews to the story.

"This is what you want right, Mirabel?, isn't it? He murmured his hands gently rubbing my lips . . Due to the betrayal of her boyfriend, Mirabel mistakenly slept with the father of her ex.

I went to the bar to blow off steam. He went to escape his world. Neither of us expected that moment. One too many drinks and I did the unthinkable. I kissed a stranger. Not just a kiss. A desperate, heated, reckless mess of lips and need. Right there in the corner of the bar, I kissed him like he belonged to me. And for a second… it felt like he did. No names. No promises. No consequences. When I walked into my new job the next morning, and saw him behind the desk. Matteo Russo. Billionaire. CEO. Cold-hearted devil in a tailored suit. And now? My boss. He remembers every detail. So do I. How long can I survive working under the man whose touch still burns on my lips?