Blueberry Eyes Lirik

Alena Reed is a hopeless romantic. And when she falls for someone, she falls hard. Too bad she’d set her eyes on Christan Taylor. He’s twelve years her senior and a very successful businessman. She realized they have business ties but they weren’t acquainted. That is, until her sister got married. The first time she’d seen him, she was moved by his story. But of course, she knew that wasn’t the whole of it. He’d been married before and has two children. His wife was killed years ago. Does she pity the man? No. But in her eyes, he’s extremely attractive and in need of affection. Love. Despite her father’s disagreement, she still chased after him. He rebuffed her many times, but she promised to try harder. Whatever it takes.

"I can't think when you touch me," she whispered, fighting the intoxicating pull of his presence. "You are mine," he said, eyes flashing with primal intensity. "And I am yours. Forever." The last thing Belle expected on her flight to Paris was to get kidnapped. Grayson was unlike any man she'd ever met--magnetic and devastatingly handsome, his touch sent sparks racing along her skin. But there was something odd about him. The way his men treated him like royalty, his inhuman speed and strength, the way those piercing green eyes would sometimes flash to an unnatural and haunting pure black. Belle is dragged deeper and deeper into a hidden world full of mystery and danger. Will she be able to escape her captor before she's swallowed whole? Does she even want to?

“God—” “Not God,” he muttered against my neck, biting the skin there. “Me. Say my name.” “Dorian!” I cried, back arching. “That’s it.” He stroked faster, his thumb teasing over the tip, slicking me up. “Good boy. Take it.” Ezra Monroe was raised to be pure. The perfect choir boy. Twenty-two and untouched—soft voice and eyes that have never looked too long at sin. But one man ruins everything. Father Dorian Vale. The moment his eyes meet Ezra’s, something snaps. And a good boy learns how to kneel for the wrong man. He was supposed to guide him to heaven. Instead, he’s teaching him how to sin. He’s not here to save Ezra. He’s here to ruin him. Slowly. Until every prayer sounds like his name.

"Please leave me, I don't want you as my mate. I hate you." I said to the emotionless man who is standing in front of me, he is looking calm but I can see in his eyes that he is not going to forgive me. "Too late baby, moon goddess already bound as together, and let me tell you, you can never escape from me, but you already made a mistake." He said to me with his dangerous eyes and advances his steps towards my direction. "I will escape from you again, I am not that fragile girl that I used to be," I said to him with hatred lacing my voice. He smirked at me and I know that I am in danger, but I am not going to back out. I am ready to put up a fight.

**Completed. This is the second book in the Baxter Brother's series. It can be read as a stand-alone novel. Almost ten years ago, Landon watched his mate be killed right before his eyes. It changed him. After being hard and controlling for years, he has finally learned how to deal with the fact that she was gone. Forever. So when he arrives in Washington, Landon is shocked to find his mate alive. And he is even more determined to convince her to give him a chance. Brooklyn Eversteen almost died ten years ago. She vividly remembers the beckoning golden eyes that saved her, but she never saw him again. Ten years later, she agrees to marry Vincent in the agreement that he will forgive the debt. But when those beckoning golden eyes return, she finds she must make an even harder decision.

"You can't keep running away from me", Ehan said, his face was all serious as his eyes bored into Naira's. Standing her ground, Naira uttered using her utmost effort to look confident, "I am not running away." Ehan went on uttering all confidently, "Yes, you are. But eventually you're going to have to stop. And I'm going to be there no matter how far you go. Because I know" At this point, Naira blurted out sternly interrupting him, "Don't even think like you still know me well when actually you don't even have any idea about this new me." Ehan's confused eyes met Naira’s as she got uttering with an all blank face, "I have put back my pieces differently."

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.

He slammed her back against the closed door making her grit her teeth as she glared at him. “Camellia,” his voice was dripping with controlled fury yet that endearment rolled off his tongue in a raspy growl. “I don’t like other men touching you,” he grumbled, grabbing her jaw, his fingers firmly pressing into her cheeks as he made her hazel eyes look into his dark greys. “I’m not yours,” she said with gathered-up bravado though his intimidating presence made her feel so timid. He leaned closer as her eyes fell on the camellia flower that was inked on his neck. His hot breath tickled her lips as his intense stare lingered on her lips. “You’re mine, Camellia. Mine!” With a low growl, he crashed his lips on hers. DARK ROMANCE!

“She tried to escape. I think she wants to go rogue.” The guard said.  Sabrina’s eyes snapped to me. A smirk curled on her lips as she walked forward. “Tried to escape, did we?” she said, her blue eyes slicing into mine. “Leave us.” The guards obeyed. She moved in, gaze sweeping over me. “Whatever made you think your scrawny little body could outrun two strong guards?” “Sabrina, you have to let me go. I don’t want to be your handmaid. Please. Let me go.” I begged.  Sabrina laughed, sharp and cold. “Oh, you’ll serve me whether you like it or not.” She leaned closer. “You won’t just serve me, Elowyn. You’ll mate with the Alpha and carry his child for us.” My breath caught. “What?” Her smile deepened, her voice soft and slow. “I can’t be the one who fulfills the prophecy that Kieran’s Luna will die in childbirth.” She stepped even closer. Her eyes locked on mine. “You will bear his child, Elowyn.” She said it with such certainty that my blood ran cold.  I stared at her, horror rising in my throat. “You want me to die instead of you?” Sabrina said nothing. She didn’t have to. Her smile said everything.

"You're my property, and that's what you'll remain forever," He walked closer to me, his dark eyes looking deep into my soul, "I'll make sure you pay for the damage you've caused and the humiliation I felt that day." His cold and menacing words sent chills down my spine as he spoke with gritted teeth. His eyes glinting with hatred as he stared at me. I mustered all the courage I could find deep within me and straightened my spine as I opened my mouth to speak, "I will repay what I and my father owe and then I will be free from your monstrous grip." Despite my heart heaving hard against my chest. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting fiercely, "Have a nice try then." He spat, as satisfaction twinkled in his eyes. Elsa Elkins' dream of living a simple life with the one who would cherish her for the rest of her life was shattered when she found herself back in the life of Leonard Kish - the man she had escaped from on the day of their wedding. Her quest for freedom and survival pushed her deeply into entangling with him, crumpling her initial desires. However, she was faced with the challenges of accepting his true identity or walking away from him - Her Monstrous Husband.