Calm Seas Quote

"Isabella you need to marry Alexander." said her father she blinked then composing herself she said "Why?" her father's eyes narrowed "What do you mean why?" said her father with a raised voice she flinched slightly but then she looked opposite to her chair and looked her sworn enemy who tormented her in high school just for her attention and now he won't even decline this he looked calm and composed in his cold demeanor. she can't even recognize him what has he become Alexander Morozov a cold twenty-seven years old billionaire and now she has to marry him she couldn't control it and stood up looked at her father coldly and said, "respectfully I decline father, I won't marry Alexander," she said with venomous voice and then she looked into alexander eyes which was already boring holes into her. And without listening to her father she started walking toward the exit. "Isabella, I'm your father don't forget I gave you the COO position in this company. In the future, you will become the CEO." said her father coldly he knows how much she is working hard for this company and she couldn't decline him because that's the last precious thing of her late mother. "You're Blackmailing me Father." she said blankly her heart hurt "I'm doing this For you my daughter," he said without emotion. She scoffed and said, "Don't blame me for the consequences." with that, she left her father's office. Her father looked at her best friend's son. But Alexander's eyes were glued to the door which she left. There was something in his eyes that Isabella's father couldn't read. one thing was sure he was obsessed with her since high school. was this the only reason to bully her or there was something else too? Authoraeraa14_

I never meant to fall for him. When I took the job at Mr. Grey’s mansion, I only wanted a quiet life. Clean, cook, keep my head down, and earn my money. Nothing more. But then I met him. Mr. Grey was nothing like I expected, he wasn’t cruel or careless like the rich men I’d heard about. He was calm, strong and Kind in a way that caught me off guard. The more I watched him, the more I wanted to understand him. He rarely smiled, he kept his distance. But there was something in his silence, something gentle, something real. Slowly, I started to care. Then I started to feel something more. And just when I thought I had figured out my heart, and started winning his That was when his son, Adam, appeared. Bold, playful, and dangerously curious about me. The kind of man who likes trouble and causes it. Now I’m caught between duty and desire. Between a man whose heart I’m starting to love and another who’s trying to pull me away from it. This is my story. A story of quiet longing, forbidden feelings, and the one man who sees me like no one else.

I was pregnant and just 20 years old. Scared, and stupidly hopeful. But when I told Corey, my mate and the father of my child, he sneered. “Don’t lie to me, you fat b**ch,” he said before slamming his fist into my stomach. The child I carried? Gone. Just as unexpected as it had come. My father, Alpha of our pack, didn’t even flinch. Instead, he brought back his real daughter and sold me off like trash to three Alphas. One of them in a wheelchair, a broken alpha no one wanted. They called him useless. Crippled. But when his cold eyes met mine for the first time, he said, “Good. You’re already used to pain. That makes you easier to keep.” They are leaders of a brutal outlaw pack, exiled and feared. They don't need permission to touch me—they own me. When I wake up screaming from my nightmares, it’s their voices that calm me. “You’re ours now, little lamb. And no one hurts what’s ours.” They say the men I now belong to are broken. One is Crippled, and the others are psychos. But they don’t know them like I’m starting to. They are not just Alphas, they are bikers. I know I can't escape now.

Minsi is a twenty-five-year-old woman who was blessed with a curvaceous body. She is a calm, loyal, and good herbalist. But then those wonderful things about her aren’t enough for her fated mate, the Alpha of Maplewood pack. The man mistreated her just because she wasn’t his ideal type of woman. Tortured her because of her body. Said she wasn’t perfect to be his Luna and so rejected her and banished her from his pack. Heartbroken, Minsi had no choice but to walk away, not even knowing where she was going. This is until she almost lost her life, but someone miraculously appeared and saved her from being killed by the rogues in a thick forest. Just then, a new bond is formed between her and the handsome stranger. But she didn’t raise her hopes high, knowing about her bad past experiences with mates. “It’s okay. You can reject me. I won’t force you to accept me,” she said in all honesty. “Why should I reject you? I won’t reject you, sweetheart. Because I see you, the real you,” replied the handsome stranger. Minsi is given a chance to start afresh with her life however their is a web of secrets ahead of her that will threaten everything. Who was this man? What would be the fate of Minsi now that she was given a second chance by the Moon Goddess? And what secrets is he keeping?

Alessia De Santis was born into a legacy, but bred for obedience.She had a dream of being a fashion designer but it was swept under the rug because she was promised since birth to the calm and perfect Marco Bellendi, her life was meant to be polished, controlled, and silent. But one wild night shattered everything, and her parents shipped her off to Italy to “straighten out.” She expected lectures. She didn’t expect a secret marriage to the most feared mafia heir in the country,Lorenzo Vitale. She never imagined her bodyguard would be her ex…her step uncle! Salvatore Vitale, Lorenzo’s cold, dominant elder brother… the man who once destroyed her family, and the only one who ever truly saw her. As buried secrets ignite a deadly war, Alessia must choose: submit to the world she was born into, or burn it all down with the man who wants her body, her soul… and maybe her crown. Two brothers. One obsession. A dream which she dreams to fufil.And a queen no one saw coming.

The sound of glass crashing against a hard surface echoed in the room as I aimed for Ethan’s head, missing by an inch. “Get away from me!” I screamed, but that didn’t seem to do anything as he only rushed towards me before I could grab anything else to chuck at him and hugged me as an attempt to calm me down. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my husband walked into the room, watching the scene before him, and there was one thing that I knew for sure – he would think I was cheating on him with my ex-husband. ~ Angela Diaz has always dreamed of not just the perfect wedding, but the perfect marriage to her childhood crush – Ethan Ambrose. She always knew that Ethan never liked her back, and he wouldn’t even spare her a glance if she was two feet away from him, but she is shocked when Ethan Ambrose turns around all of a sudden and confesses his hidden feelings for her. Ignoring her parents’ continuous warnings and taking the risk of going from the flamboyant comfort of her parents’ home to Ethan’s family house, Angela is only about to realize that everything about her relationship with Ethan has been a lie, and her “perfect marriage” is nothing but a nightmare in disguise.

He owns her body. She owns his secret. Only one can break first. From children to lovers. From lovers to people separated by hierarchies and bound by oaths. Daya and Night rule as Alpha and Shadow of the most feared pack in all of Eyriena. But beneath the throne lies a dangerous obsession neither of them can fully escape. "Let me go, Night," I met his gaze, forcing my voice to remain calm despite the urgency rising within me. His hand cradled my cheek with deceptive gentleness, but his grip around my waist was like iron — unmovable. The raw power of a hybrid radiated from him. “No.” His voice was low and commanding. “I’ll say when you can leave. And right now, I need you here.” His lips trailed heat down my neck, my pulse betraying me. His hands slid expertly down, finding the buttons of my shirt. His fingers worked skillfully, undoing them one after another, revealing my bra — barely holding in my full, straining breasts. “Mine," he murmured possessively, eyes locked on the soft mounds rising beneath... As ancient secrets unravel and a deadly curse tightens its hold, Daya must choose either to betray the only man she's ever loved — or lose herself completely to his dark side. In this world, love demands blood.

“She’s my mate, I’m not letting you have her,” Dante growls, his eyes deadly and dangerous, his powerful aura suffocating as he seethes, staring down his Alpha. “She’s my wife, I already have her. Back off— Beta,” Dominic replies coldly, calm and confident , a silent yet powerful aura radiating around him. Elora’s heart throbs as she watches both men fight over her. They’re both jealous and each want to have her to themselves, so how does she let them know that what she wants is to have both of them?

"You are not… you’re not the one behind the murders happening in the city, are you?” Ian desperately wanted him to laugh and tell him he was losing his mind. Instead, Zhedya just stared at him with calm, soft eyes—and said nothing. Ian Parker never asked to witness a brutal murder. All he did was follow a lead. Now the killer wants him silenced. But when Zhedya Hunter,the city’s most brilliant forensic pathologist saves his life, Ian feels both safe… and terrified. Because every time a new body turns up, the trail somehow leads back to Zhedya. The police don’t see it. Nobody does. Except Ian. Is Zhedya his protector… or his predator? Either way, Ian can’t escape him. And soon, Ian must choose to either pick up the manual on How To Love a Murderer or not.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.