Call Of The Spear

A hater or you can call her a basher. She hates musicians but in the other hand music is her healer. Past will forever be there, but you have to focus on what will happen in present and future. Hope you will learn something from her.

The day Bryan Abbott received the World Philanthropist Award, the doctors told me I would not live for long because I could not afford to replace my artificial heart. The TV host asked Bryan to call the person he regretted being with the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. I answered the call. Bryan asked, “Do you regret leaving me for money back then?” Staring at the astronomical bill for the artificial heart, I chuckled softly, “Bryan, you’re so rich now. Could you lend me $200,000?” The call cut off abruptly. I watched as Bryan icily said on TV, “Now, I have no regrets.” He did not know that back when his heart had failed, I had donated mine to him secretly so that he could live.

When I get mutilated by the killer, my Mom, who works as a forensic doctor, is currently shopping with my older sister, Winona Langdon. After the killer gouges out one of my eyes, he unlocks my phone and sends Mom a video call invitation. But the video call only rings a few times before Mom rejects it. When the killer tries calling her again, he finds out that my number has already been blocked. He merely shoots me a mocking smile in return. Once the police have discovered my body, Mom can't help but curse at the killer for his brutality after seeing how badly I was decimated. But what she doesn't recognize is that the twisted-looking corpse actually belongs to me, her unloved daughter.

Sophie was kicked out on her former university because of the bullying allegations thrown to her. Despite showing evidences that she hasn’t harm anyone and she is not around when the bullying happened, the Directors of the University still not believe her. Sophie tried to enroll to other University to continue her study, but they always rejects her application despite showing them a good grades. And one of the reason on why they didn’t accept her is because they label her as a “Bully”. One day, Sophie choose to give up on finding a a school to continue her study and decided to find a job for her to continue her life, but one miracle call happened. She got a call from a well known International University and got offered a scholarship. This is the story of how Sophie became friends with someone who could change her life forever.

[18+] smut warning 1. You will not touch yourself if I am not there, you will give me a call and I will see you, by call or in person. 2. You will not sleep with anyone other than me until further notice. 3. You will only c*m for me. What's your rule, Skylar? You will guard my underwear when I am at the office. F**k, I like that. ********************************************** Skylar Stallion is an ordinary girl until the day she accepted her new job, and everything seemed normal until she met her boss. She didn't know there would be rules after the contract, nor did she know that she would end up submissive to Mr. Jenkin and at that moment she would lose herself in his control"

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---

My fiancé is the heir to a mafia empire. For seven years, I believed our love was the one true thing in a world built on lies. Then, on the night of our engagement party, I found him holding another woman — my own half-sister, the daughter of our family’s oldest enemy — whispering words that shattered everything: "I regret everything. Come back to me, and I’ll call off the wedding." I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I made a phone call instead. Three weeks later, on what should have been our wedding day, I erased my identity and vanished from his world. But not before making sure our wedding would be one he — and every family in the underworld — would never forget.

Due to one phone call, Carl Lorde left me behind in a deserted area on the highway, even though I had been pregnant for four months. I walked to a rest area to ask for help, but in the end, I was unable to keep the baby. I broke down and called Carl, but he kept rejecting my calls. The next day, his childhood friend posted an intimate photo of them lying side by side in bed, with a caption. [With just one call, you’d come over to my side no matter what.] Everyone was waiting for me, Carl’s girlfriend, to make a joke of myself. However, I just wiped away my tears, liked the post, and commented, [Congratulations, you two are a match made in the trash dump. I hope you rot in hell together.]

He wanted freedom after breaking me. So I hired a stranger for one reckless night. But he's not a call boy. He's a mafia king who owns this city. Now he decided I'm his. No negotiations. No escape.

A Vampire and a Rouge will undoubtedly be together as a direct result of the feeling they call "Love".   The Vampire has a powerful ability that could kill you in a snap and a rouge that has trained to avenge those Lycans who made her life miserable.   As they find the comfort and satisfacti