Chill Oc

As I walked through the dimly lit hallway, my heart was still racing, my breath uneven from the whirlwind of emotions that had consumed me in the last few hours. Then, my eyes flickered up, catching sight of the metal plaque bolted to the doorpost "Wing 1." A cold chill ran down my spine. My body went rigid as Otto’s letter flashed vividly in my mind, the words echoing as if he said it directly to my face "Room 316. Wing 2." No. No. No. No. Oh, God. A sickening wave of realization crashed over me, leaving me breathless. The man in the grey suit… He had smiled, nodded, and gestured me down this hallway. So confident. So sure. And like a fool, I had followed. I had made a mistake. A colossal, irreversible mistake. My stomach twisted violently as the truth settled in, thick and suffocating. I had entered the wrong wing. The wrong room. The wrong bed. I had given myself to a stranger. My heartbeat pounded in my ears, drowning out everything else. The world tilted, my vision blurred. What had I done? How far is too far? In this encapsulating masterpiesce, Sucre is down for whatever gets him closer to taking revenge on Otto - his twin brother's killer. But, would he really do all that is necessary? Would he chose his ambition over that of Luca the cartel’s underboss and his lover? Can he stop the knife and gun violence on campus and win the five million dollars prize money? Dive into a story of love, betrayal, romance and suspense. The Cartel’s Forbidden Love is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

“Where have you been, Cosette Blanche Warren?” he whispered darkly. My throat went dry. I could feel his hands roaming down my thighs, his touch possessive. “Someone saw my wife with Franklyn Carrington today,” Yohan continued, his voice deceptively sweet. “Tell me, Mrs. Warren… is that true?” A chill ran through me. His tone wasn’t affectionate—it was laced with something far more dangerous. “Open your eyes.” I jolted at his sudden command and immediately obeyed. My body trembled under the weight of his stare. His fingers curled under my chin, tilting my face closer. Slowly, agonizingly, he licked the corner of my lips before whispering against them. “What did I tell you before, wife?” Tears welled up as I struggled to form words. “I-I’m not allowed to meet…other men,” I stammered. “Hmmm.” His fingers traced lazy circles on my waist before pressing a kiss to my cheek. “Then explain what happened earlier.” “Franklyn is just a friend, Yohan. I-I wasn’t doing anything wro—” “Liar!” he roared. I flinched as tears spilled down my cheeks. A scream tore from my throat when Yohan suddenly lifted me, throwing me onto the bed. My eyes widened in terror as he hovered over me, his expression twisted with something unrecognizable. “No one else can come near you, touch you, or even look at you because you belong to me alone, Cosette Blanche Warren!” His voice was a venomous snarl. “You will never escape me! You will never be happy! Because I won’t allow it!” Then, he laughed. A dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down my spine. Tears streamed down my face as I squeezed my eyes shut. This was my life now.

“Oops, my fingers slipped! These pictures were for someone else but I guess the cats are out of the bag now!” A cold chill ran down my spine as I scrolled through raunchy pictures of my Alpha husband and my sister. Five years of unrivaled love and dedication just for him to sleep with her sister on a stupid business trip. Well two could play that game, she unblocks a number and dials it with her heart in her throat. “One night–that’s all you get, after that we go back to being strangers,” She says, and a soft,dominant voice comes out from the other end. “My chauffeur will be there to pick you by right, wear the gown,” “That gown? Not in your wildest drea–” She's caught off by a new influx of pictures and she chokes her words, “Fine, but I'll need to drink–” “No,” he replied calmly, “I want you to remember everything I'll do to you tonight,” Two weeks later the pack doctor hands her a white envelope, “Congratulations, Luna Alice, you're pregnant!” Alice finds herself thrust into a web of lies of manipulation, caught between two brothers. Will she choose a familiar affection or traverse the plains of foreign passions?

“I have nothing else,” I continued, my voice gaining a desperate strength. “So I offer myself. My loyalty. My.... my body. Whatever you want from me. Just...just help me make them pay. Help me destroy them.” Then, slowly, a smirk touched his lips. It wasn’t a kind smile. It was cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying. It sent a chill down my spine ~ He is no savior, just a cold, calculating rogue with a history of violence and eyes that blaze gold in the shift. She is the Omega who unexpectedly became his fated mate, carrying the weight of murdered kin and a desperate need for vengeance. He offers her the strength she craves, but his methods are brutal, his heart seemingly encased in ice. Amidst the blood and shadows, can fleeting, rare moments of raw connection forge something real, or is a monster forever bound to his nature?

Her silky hair was a mess. Her makeup, ruined. Her dress wrinkled like she slept on it. She was there, but her mind, elsewhere. Her eyes went to me. Her lips curled into a lazy smile. In every step she gave, my heart sank thinking she would fall. “What happened to you? Are you okay?” I rushed towards her. Her face twisted with disgust. “Oh, perfect Bella. The golden girl. Always correct. Always the best.” “What…” “Perfect Bella. Has the best grades. She doesn't have to fight to get into college, colleges fight over her.” “Emma, you are drunk.” “Perfect Bella doesn't drink. She is as pure as water. Saint Bella.” Her eyes glinted. “Perfect Bella doesn't sleep with her best friend's husband.” My body froze as a wave of chill ran through my spine. “What… what are you talking about?” She leaned in, her breath thick with alcohol, “Where do you think Marcus is? Why do you think I can barely walk straight? Is it hard to believe he took me and not you to that bad that was supposed to be yours?” My heart clenched. Tears started forming in my eyes. It didn't take long till they gave up to gravity. He… he didn't. We'd promised this morning. He couldn't. “He wouldn't.” ***** It's been a year, but the scars are still there. My past echoing in my head reminding me of everything that happened since that day. Every time I open my eyes in the morning to see... nothing. “You only get hurt by the ones you love the most.” “You only get betrayed by the ones you trust the most.” What happens when these two misbeliefs collide? ***** I hope I wrote this book good enough to make you feel it. Obrigada.☺️

“If you have any sense you would run away from me as fast as you possibly could,” Dougal Wilde said, his voice betraying some new emotions I couldn’t pinpoint. I looked at him through my lashes, and gently touched his cheek. “I do not think I want to take a single step away from you,” I whispered. He flinched at the touch of my finger. His eyes narrowed, the first indication of letting me know I was winning this war already. “Just as well. I am suddenly not in the mood to let you escape from me.” He lowered his head and his mouth moved on mine with astonishing tenderness, easing apart my lips until I obeyed the silent command. His lips surged into my warmth with stunning intimacy. I moaned softly and sagged against him. Never had a man kissed me in this manner. I shivered as he lifted me up against his chest. “Kiss me.” He ordered in a deep, dark voice that sent a delicious chill down my spine. Without stopping to think, I wrapped my arms around his neck. I moaned and sagged against him, my lips taking his in a soft whisper, lashing unto his tongue to suckle. “You little…” a groan was what ended his little speech. His hands found the strap of one end of my dress and pulled it down my arm, exposing my breast and pink little nipple. “So perfect.” He moaned. Without warning, he reached down and latched unto the nipple. ***** Natasha found herself falling for a man who is her father's friend and business partner. She knew she ought to run and never look back, but there was something in the way he looked at her that made her want to fall into sin with him.

Hanna tak pernah merasakan kebebasan apapun dalam hidupnya, apalagi setelah jodohnya ditentukan dari wasiat almarhum sang ayah. Dengan berat hati, ia pun harus rela bertunangan dengan Solar, seorang calon pewaris perusahaan ternama se-Asia. Awalnya, ia berpikir kalau Solar hanyalah lelaki dingin yang irit bicara, tidak pernah tersenyum, dan workholic. Namun semakin lama bersamanya, Hanna menyadari bahwa Solar menyimpan banyak luka di balik topeng dinginnya, terlebih setelah terungkap sebuah fakta bahwa Solar adalah saudara tiri dari Aufan, sahabatnya. Namun, ketika ibunya membebaskan Hanna memilih untuk melepas atau melanjutkan pertunangan ini, pilihan apa yang akan Hanna pilih? Apakah pertunangan mereka akan berakhir begitu saja? Mampukah mereka merajut asmara hingga hari pernikahan tiba?

Achi, seorang gadis pekerja keras yang tumbuh berkat cemoohan keluarga. Sering dipandang sebelah mata membuatnya bertekad meraih cumlaude. Catatan : Cerita ini terinspirasi dari kehidupan sehari-hari author kemudian di imajinasikan, di plesetin sedikit dari aslinya. Karena author tertarik membahas kesehatan mental yang dikaitkan dengan tekanan belajar juga tentang cita-cita dan mimpi. Sehingga Author ingin memperlihatkan tentang titik lemah.

Love and serious relationship wasn't part of a twenty two years old Tanya Margarette Morales' plan in life. Study, graduate college, and work in their company, iyon lang plano niya. Kaya nang dumating sa buhay niya si Sixto Achilles Altamirano, a twenty seven years old best friend of her cousin - Alfred James Morales, her dark grey world became red and became dark grey again when shit happens unexpectedly.

Bianca Samonte is a famous college instructor in department of nursing. Pinili niyang magturo kaysa ituloy ay propesyon bilang isang nurse dahil sa trahedyang nangyari noon sa kanya. Naging mailap sa lalaki, dahil rito sa edad na bente-nwebe anyos ay tinanggap na niyang tatanda na siya ng dalaga. Ngunit nagkamali siya sa iniisip nang alukin siya ni Mayor Madrigal na maging tutor at personal assistant ng kanyang nag-iisang tagapagmanang anak na si Darius Rhyl Frio Madrigal na nasa ika-apat na taon sa kolehiyo bilang isang civil engineering student. Kararating lamang nito ng bansa at doble ang pag-iingat sa kanya dahil ito ay may amnesia dahil sa kinasangkutan na trahedyo noong bata pa. Marami nang natanggal na personal assistant ni Darius dahil kalaunay nagiging babae niya na ang mga ito at iyon ang labis na ayaw ni Mayor Madrigal. Sa isip ni Bianca na malayong matutulad siya sa mga babaeng iyon dahil malayo ang agwat ng edad nila. 'Di hamak na mas matanda siya ng limang taon kay Darius. Bianca was confident na kaya niyang sanggahin ang lahat kapilyuhan at kalandian ng binata, ngunit kalaunay unti-unti na itong bumibigay sa karisma na hatak ni Darius. Laging may pangamba sa kanyang isip na makakasama ito sa kanyang iniingatang trabaho at imahe sa lipunan. Iniisip din ni Bianca na masyadong malayo ang edad nilang dalawa at maraming tao na huhusga sa kanila. Mapaglaro ang tadhana, na ang kahapong bangungot ni Bianca ay muling bumalik sa pagpasok ni Darius sa kanyang buhay. Na ang lalaking pinaglilingkuran niya ngayon ay siyang bata na kasama niya noon nang mangyari ang isang malagim na trahedya. Paano kung unti-unting mauungkat ang kahapong bangungot na sisira sa kanyang pagkatao at ang nabuong pagmamahalan nila ni Darius? Taktakbo ba siya uli o lalaban na para sa hustisya at pag-ibig?