Bubbling In Chest

”I bow to no man!” Her voice sent a chill down my spine as I stood before her. I’d only heard those words once before in my life. They’d been haunting me every night and day since--- Since the worst night of my life! Back then, they’d saved my life… With my heart still beating hard in my chest, I slowly approached her. I could barely see her eyes, from how swollen they were. But sure enough, stubbornly looking back at me were those azure blue eyes that had been my only comfort when I was surrounded my nothing but darkness. The woman who saved my life – the one I’d sworn to come back for and give my life to! - was my dead enemy's daughter!

Durani Lopez is an 18 year old highschool student who's a few months shy of graduating. She comes from a less the perfect home with an abusive mother. One fateful night after her mother beats up on her she runs out of the house and crashes in to a hard chest falling to the ground looking up she's meet with three sets of eyes, her revenge comes in the form of them. Damitri, Damien and Dante King are your typical 18 year old bad boys partying and sleeping around they don't do the whole relationship thing. They grew up with a silver spoon but they don't like showing off. One by one they find themselves locking eyes with a surten brown eyed girl. One night while out doing business for there uncle that same brown eyed beauty runs right into them. What will happen read and find out.

“I’m—“ My breath catch as my eyes darted between the bulge in his pants and his dark stare. “I’m not interested.” I said, turning on my heels and walking towards the door. With bated breath, I hoped he’d grab me from behind as I approached the door, my chest tightening in anticipation. ……………………………………………… One drunken night. One shattered heart. One man she never planned to want. Irene Reynolds loves the thrill of the chase but the man who tempts her most, Damian Russo refuses to play along. He’s controlled. Unyielding. Off-limits in all the ways that matter. As desire dares duty and sparks fly, the question isn’t who will chase whom… It’s who will break first. And when Damian finally lets her win, will Irene be satisfied with the chase or will she want everything else he offers her after?

"Careful," the man whispered that sent shiver down her spine. He is positioned behind her and no matter how hard she uses her strength and try to break free from his grasp-- the man's hand were chained to her neck stopping her to move away from him. "I can feel nothing but the desire to kill me," he muttered. "You are not going to succeed." Her heart hammered inside her chest when she felt a pair of sharp fangs in her neck. "You crossed the line and now you are mine, woman." ~*~ An order to kill a man named Valerian Fenrir was pointed upon the she-wolf Natasha by her father alpha Acanthus ever since she was little. When it is finally the time for her to go to the city to fulfill the wishes of her father— she thought it was going to be easy, little did she know, a couple of surprises awaits her.

He took her semi- hair and tucked it behind her so he could rub her soft neck. She felt his warm hand on her neck and she closed her eyes, leaning against him in satisfaction. She could feel the hard length of him which means he had been thinking of touching her for a long time. She smiled at the thought. His hand slid down her which was covered in a tiny fabric of a blue bathrobe. The two mounds on her chest responded with an electric reaction, which made them stand on guard. Zeidan does know how to dig out her feelings and play with them. "Mmh." She and smiled which stirred a reaction from Zeidan. In a swoon, he carried her in his arms and placed her gently on the bed, not forgetting to strip himself of the black shirt he had on.

My sister, Fiona Miller, has recently opened a luxury spa for business. As such, I bring Dad along to check it out. Of course, we pick the most expensive treatment package available. But barely a few presses from the male therapist, and Dad feels a sharp pain in his chest and can't seem to breathe properly. All the color drains from his face, and cold sweat starts beading on his forehead. I call the manager over, but he seems annoyed. "Oh, he just has poor blood circulation. He'll be fine after the massage. That's just a normal reaction." I can't believe what I'm hearing. "My father has a heart condition. What are you lot even doing to him?" The manager, Seth Zeller, explodes as if I've insulted him and raises his voice. "That's his own pre-existing condition. How is that our problem? We run a legitimate business here. No refunds once treatment begins. Got it?" I gesture at the credentials displayed on the wall. "I don't see your name anywhere up there. You're not even certified. Is this the kind of operation Fiona's running?" Seth folds his arms across his chest, looking down his nose at us. "I'm the boss here. You and your dad look broke as hell. I can tell you're just trying to get a free massage and walk out without paying." "Let me spell it out for you. This package is 38,000 dollars. Adding in the cost of my emotional distress and lost time, the total is 100,000 dollars. Pay up now, or I'm having you both arrested." A massage that almost kills Dad costs 100,000 dollars? So that's why Fiona was suddenly so eager to open this spa. As it turns out, she and her boyfriend are running a fraud scheme. I reach for my phone to call her, but Seth is already making a video call. "Babe, you need to get here right now. A couple of deadbeats are trying to get a free massage and walk away without paying."

“I, Audrey Kyle of the nightwalker pack, reject you, Kevin Miller, beta of the nightwalker pack as my mate, I sever the bond binding us together as I accept to go rogue” I declared as he felt it in his chest. I felt a deep pain in my chest, like a knife had been pierced through my heart. I had not only rejected Kevin as my mate but I also accepted to go rogue. He looked at me with anger and hatred, that kind of look would have bothered me in the past but right now I felt nothing for him anymore. “You want to go rogue? That’s the worst. You know what the rules apply to going rogue. You will be an enemy of the nightwalkers pack and you will be chased away by any other pack, they will see you as a threat” he told me but at this point I didn’t care.

I was done. Done with men. Women say it all the time; they get fed up, throw their hands in the air, and vow a life of celibacy—until the next chiseled chest comes into view and then they’re foaming at the mouth and wiping the drool from their chins. But this was different, I really meant it. I’d been manhandled by the last pig that would ever bring his sausage near me. After one of the nastiest divorces in history, followed by some of the crudest and raunchiest dates, I’d decided to bat for the other team. …At least I tried. But creating the next Brat Pack hadn’t been on the agenda. Neither had my date’s brother, Collier West. And I wasn’t prepared for finding true love at the end of my gal-pal tryst. Girl Crush is created by Stephie Walls, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Her eyes widened in horror. The sound was unmistakable — the snap of a belt buckle, the hiss of it being undone. Then came the crash of fabric hitting stone. Terror exploded in her chest. She struggled violently, chains biting into her wrists until blood slicked her palms. Her chest heaved, heart pounding so hard it hurt. Ezra pressed harder, his knee locking her in place. One hand clenched her throat — not enough to choke, but enough to remind her she could not escape. His breath was ragged, wild, as if possessed. “You feel it too,” he growled against her skin. “Don’t lie to me, Nova. Your body wants this. You want me.” No. No, no, no. Her body burned, but it wasn’t for him. It was the cursed bond, the fire belonging to another. And that other… Her eyes filled with tears. Her lips shaped a silent prayer: Kilian. The bond within her surged like wildfire. Her chest arched, a gasp tearing from her throat. She felt it — claws raking down her soul, a storm breaking in her veins. He was here. He had come for her. *** Nova is a skilled hunter, fierce and independent, yet unaware of her true nature and the extraordinary destiny that awaits her. Humiliated by her fellow hunter colleagues for refusing to kill innocent wolves, she flees — only to be rescued by Kilian, the feared Lycan King. Thrust into his world, she must prove herself and earn her place within his pack, all while navigating the sharp wit, teasing sarcasm, and growing tension between them. Kilian is powerful, commanding, and fiercely protective, yet finds himself drawn to Nova in ways he cannot explain. Their connection develops slowly, charged with banter, challenges, and unacknowledged desire. But Nova is far more special and powerful than anyone could have predicted. Her choices, and the bond she shares with Kilian, will shape the fate of their world — deciding whether to destroy it, or to revolutionize and transform it for the better. As they uncover enemies deeply rooted in their lives, they must rely on their bond, courage, and love to face what comes next.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked, his breath hot against my face as I straddled him. The way his arms wrapped around my waist made my breath hitch, and I clutched onto his shirt tighter. “Answer me,” he thundered, making me shudder in fright. “I belong to Prince Darion,” I muttered, my voice low. I could feel the sound of my erratic heartbeat drumming against my chest, yet I could only grind my teeth against each other. … Chosen by Darion Gray, I'd become his possession, unable to escape even if I wanted to. Not only had he owned my body, but my soul as well. What I hadn't expected was for me to fall for a man who had worn a mask since the beginning. A mask he never took off.