Bloody Lips

Daria is a nun who has never followed her heart or stepped out of the lines. Bedtime is strict, alcohol is forbidden, relationships are out of the question, and Daria has devoted herself entirely to her faith and the church—until she is diagnosed with cancer. Without money for chemotherapy, Daria decides to live life to the fullest, starting with kissing a stranger and breaking the rules of chastity. But wait, why does the man whose lips she has tasted look so familiar?!

Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages. First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize. I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]

‘Accept me and I will show you heaven’ he licked his lips with a sexy smirk..... ‘What if I don't' I questioned, turning away..... ‘Then’ he smirked, pulling my face towards his, 'you should know there is no other choice when I am our mate, it is either you willingly give yourself or I take you, either ways, you will be mine’ he growled and I knew I was in danger. My mate was unreasonable and possessive.

"We can't do this Ethan". I jerked away, my back hitting the wall. "And why can't we?" He asked watching me with his intimidating eyes. "Because I'm...." The words caught up in my throat when he took slow steps towards me. "Don't you dare say that word" he muttered colliding his lips with mine. ** He is her employer She is his employee He is Single She is a Divorcee

My brother wants to become the godson of a Mafia don. As his sister, I was picking out his burial plot. In my last life, I overheard the truth that the selection wasn’t an honor but a suicide mission—used once, then erased. I did everything I could to stop him, but he cursed me for blocking his path to power. With no other choice, I secretly called the police. So, my brother was arrested; his dream shattered. Instead, someone else took his place, and during a bloody shootout, that man proved himself. He became the don’s sole successor. Our family lost its home, paying the price for offending the Mafia. My parents and my brother went insane. Convinced everything was my fault, the three of them worked together and buried me alive in the hills behind town. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my brother excitedly announced he was going to take part in the selection. Looking at his stupid, clueless face, I smiled. This time, I’ll watch with my own eyes as he becomes nothing more than a replaceable lapdog.

I was seventeen when I abandoned my Beta family's fortune to love a rogue named Ethan. I gave him everything—my virginity, my pack connections, my wolf's loyalty. I helped him claw his way from nothing to Alpha, building his territory stone by bloody stone. For seven years, I stood beside him as his Luna, his mate, his partner. Then he shoved me off a cliff for a prettier Omega. I should have died. Instead, I woke up at seventeen again, back in that filthy shack where our "love story" began. This time, I know the truth: Ethan doesn't want a partner. He wants a stepping stone. So I'll give him exactly what he deserves—nothing. This time, I'm keeping my mark for an Alpha who actually values his Luna. And when Ethan comes crawling back, begging for the woman he threw away, I'll make sure he knows: some mistakes don't get second chances.

Layla was one of the so-called ‘meat’ to be served at the ‘demon’s table’. When midnight came and the howling of the king resounded in the woods, she knew she would die. With strong determination to fulfill at least one of her lifelong dreams, she ran her mouth and desperately asked her predator a favor in exchange for her complete submission to death. In the eyes of the powerful beast, she was nothing but a talking flesh and so her wish was granted. Little did she know, her life was about to change.Under the moonlight glow, two creatures are fated to meet. It's the fateful encounter that would turn the world filled with traitors of own kind upside down. With hatred and vengeance as the core of the bloody havoc, only those with power can survive.Will the burning love and developed compassion be enough to remedy the pain and anger buried deep in one’s heart? Or would it turn into sharp fangs to destroy those who were against the sheer glow of the light?Perhaps it was Layla’s fate to meet the beast who’d change her life or was it the beast whose life going to be ruined with her fatal schemes.Midnight Feast is now serving…Theoria~

"Just join me for a drink perhaps?" Her bushy brows rose suggestively at me. She knew my answer, she knew what I'd say. I grabbed the bottle off her scrawny hands and said "You know, for a one time thing, this has become a regular." To be honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting up with her. Not that I was going to admit it to her face. "Like therapy sessions from two dumb, ill-favored kids. Who are trying to give each other easing words." She was right. Though her stumbled movements indicated a slight intoxication. Suddenly, out of the awkward moment, she looked up at me with a sad smile and said. "I might be a street girl but is it too bad to wish for a normal life? Go to proms? Have new clothes? Shelter? Love? Do I not deserve?" Her teary eyes searched deep into my soul. I was unaware of the lack of distance between us. When did we get so close with barely an inch barrier? "Flare..." that was all I could say because then all I could feel were soft lips against mine. Her lips! And it felt so nice. Subconsciously, I grabbed her little body and went for another kiss, this time, a deeper kiss.

Lailah wanted to laugh at her own fate for playing such a sick joke on her. At 10 her parents divorced and none wanted to take her so she stayed with her aunt. At 15 she got into an accident that almost took her life and her leg was paralyzed for a year and now at 20 she was kidnapped by a Mafia because she saw something she wasn't suppose to see. Two brothers fighting and ruining her and not once have they thought what she wanted. " You don't love him" he grumbled while glaring with so much anger in his eyes I never saw before as tears continued to fall down my cheeks. " I didn't want to" I replied meekly helpless at my own heart as my lips wobbled while I clenched on his shirt not wanting to breakdown infront of him. " I won't let him have you" his words held promise as determination shone in his dark orbs and he crashed his lips on mine as I struggle to push him but my strength was nothing compared to his. Lailah Marques, a 20 years florist trying to find happiness in everything she does until her simple life was disrupted by a huge disasters .

Immediately we walked into the pack house, he pulled me by the arm. "Welcome to hell, Darling." I tried to pull away from him, giving him a piece of my mind now that he had no leverage over my head. "Firstly, stop with the pet name-calling. It doesn't go well with your image." He pulled me closer, we were breathing the same air now as he held my eyes in his icy orbs. "My image? And what just might that be?" I responded with a shaky breath. "You know, arrogant, mean, insufferable." He took a deep breath, his head touching mine."Is that all?" His hand wound around the small of my back. His actions sent a pool of wetness between my legs. I knew he could sense my arousal, anyone for miles could. It was turning into an ocean as he pushed me into him. "Rude, ruthless, evil?" I stated breathlessly, nearly giving in to my desire. "Rude? I've been nothing but polite since we met." His lips were inches from mine. My eyes closed subconsciously as I waited for his lips to meet mine. …….. One curse, two mates, and the end of the world