Code Geass Table

“You know what you have to do,” Blake said, his eyes bearing hatred into Cassandra, “You don’t like me.” “No,” Cassandra answered, she had been rehearsing how to sound nice while she rejected his proposal but it was impossible. “What?” He asked surprised “I said no, I am sorry, I can’t do that.” She muttered. “You don’t have any idea what you are signing up for, do you?” He asked, both his hands balled into fists on the table, while she watched him silently. “How much did my grandfather pay you?” He asked again and then she looked away from his magnetic gaze, feeling embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I told Mr. McKnight that I would marry you. I don’t think anything would change my mind.” She feigned confidence, holding onto her own hands to stop them from trembling. “We can just try to get along.” “Get along? What was I expecting from a gold-digger?” he asked with deep seething frustration. “You all are the same.” I wanted to ask what he meant by that but I couldn’t. “This wouldn’t be easy I assure you, princess, there would be a price to pay, a fucking expensive one.” He gets up and puts on his cap. “See you later, dear wife.” Unable to say a word she watched him storm away, her heart hammering painfully at his threat. Cassandra’s life took a total turn when her uncle forced her to get married to his partner’s grandson. Even though she was reluctant at first but then she didn’t have a choice but to agree, if there was a way she could escape her cousin, Lance. She would gladly marry even the devil because what has she got to lose?

DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a , a and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself.

Politics. That's the reason why I'm here sitting on a long dining table with the family of my father's best friend and with their kids. Aurelia sighed with boredom as she watch her parents to arrange her marriage to someone she doesn't like. Xavier, the son of her father's bestfriend. She doesn't like him. First and only reason because he's a womanizer, he bedded a lot of woman already. "Can we go now?" Aurelia asked in a plain tone. "I'm tired and... Just tired." She added while playing with her untencils. "Aurelia, honey, don't you want to talk to Xavier first and get to know him?" Her mother, Selene Miller asked. "Nope. I already know him." She said and she looked at him. He's lips curved with cocky smile. "You already know him? Great! How did you know him?" His father, Thomas Andrada asked. "I met him with some sluts stories on how he fuck different women." She said while looking at him. Well she can not blame the girls for having a crush or infatuation over him. He's hot, handsome, billionare with his own money, and based on stories he's good in bed. The thing is he's ruthless and possesive when it comes to women. "I see that's how you met me." He said in a flirty way. It's like he's proud of himself. Aurelia just rolled her eyes and stared at her father again her eyes asking to go home. "No, we need to finish the food. Besides what's the rush? We're not on rush." Her father said with a firm tone. "And we will talk about your wedding for next week." Her mother said proudly. Her eyes widened. "Next week!?!" She said with a high tone. Hell this can't be real. She's getting married next week!

“I’ll pay you as much as you want, layuan mo lang ang pamangkin ko," alok ni Ibrahim sa babaeng kinababaliwan ng pamangkin niyang si Khaleb. Halos hindi naman makagalaw si Loraine sa narinig. Hindi niya maintindihan kung paano mag-re-react sa sinabing iyon ng Uncle ni Khaleb. At napagkamalan pa yata siyang girlfriend nito. “Huh! Nakakatawa ha. Hindi magandang paratang.” Sa inis niya, nahawakan niya ang booklet na nasa ibabaw ng side table at saka ibinato rito. “Gago ka! Anong palagay mo sa akin sugar mommy? Ang kapal ng mukha mo!” “Hey! Stop! Stop! Stop!” Nagawa ni Ibrahim na umiwas, saka hinagilap ang bewang at braso nito. Hindi inaasahang nagdikit ang kanilang mukha. Her eyes met his, and it feels like searching him deeply in his bones. Aminado siyang nakuryente siya sa init ng hininga nito na amoy coffee latte. It makes his manhood alive, lalo na nang masalat niya ang mala-artistic na kurba ng bewang nito. Same as Loraine, kakaibang kilig ang hatid ng maaamo at mapupunagy nitong mga mata. Ang ilong nitong parang goddess ang hugis maging ang mga labing mapupula at magandang korte. Parang magnet na humuhila patungo sa kanyang mga labi. “Is this how you seduce my nephew. Because if it is, you’re doing a great job,” bulong ni Ibrahim. Hindi mawari ni Loraine kung papuri ba iyon o insulto. Mas pinili niya ang pangalawang statement ng kanyang isipan kaya buong lakas niya itong itinulak. Walong taon na ang lumipas nang muling magtagpo ang landas nina Ibrahim at Loraine. Wala silang kaalam-alam na minsan na nilang nakatagpo ang isat-isa sa isang malagim na pangyayari. No print, no clues, only fate will let them know who they really are and what would they be in the future.

"Chris." The said man looked up at his mate and beta. One look,he understood what had happened. Without further ado,the man behind her walked out of the door closing it behind him. He stood up and stalked towards her. Grabbing her chin he said, "Darling, do you badly want to go outside and get taken by those men? They would sell you to a pimp house?! Why don't you just understand that I'm just trying to keep you safe?! Why can't you just stay here quietly?" Isabelle looked up into his eyes. He was taken aback by her boldness. No one ever dared to look into this eyes but it was to be expected after all, she was his mate. His equal. "What good is this place? At least out there, I won't be confined like a fucking prisoner! I so much hate this place. I can't breathe normally. It's all so suffocating! There's no one to keep me company, no phone no nothing. You as well, oh yeah, you treat me like I'm some disease that you'll contract if you get close to me. Like a plague! But don't you worry, cause I'm very happy with that behaviour. But at least just let me live my normal life. Why can't I just do that?!" She yelled tears trickling down her face. Chris who couldn't bear to see her cry moved his hands from her chin pulling her into his embrace. She fought against him for a while before she later calmed down and just sobbed into his cloth. "I'll let you go out. I'll give you my phone to use for the meantime. Just please stop crying." He whispered his voice breaking. He leaned to his table and took his phone sliding it into her pocket.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

Ma meilleure amie, Ada, avait pitié de mes huit années de crush pour Théo. Alors, lorsque nos loups se sont reconnus comme compagnons, Ada m'a simplement donné une herbe qui amplifie les phéromones et m'a envoyée dans le lit de Théo. Enivré par mon odeur, Théo m'a prise comme un fou. Quand je me suis réveillée, il a accepté froidement d'organiser la cérémonie de marquage. Mais peu après, Théo s'est mis à visiter souvent les meutes européennes et est resté absent pendant cinq ans. J'ai élevé seule notre fils, Alex, en l'attendant dans la meute. Mais il n'est jamais rentré, se contentant de me dire qu'il n'aimait pas les louveteaux. Jusqu'au jour de l'anniversaire d'Alex. J'ai vu une vidéo dans laquelle quelqu'un demandait à Théo : « Quel a été ton moment le plus heureux ? » Il a répondu avec désinvolture : « La semaine dernière, en Europe. Après avoir endormi Marcus, j'ai emmené Claire sur la table de la salle à manger. » Au milieu des sifflements et des rires, j'ai senti mes mains et mes pieds devenir glacés. Claire, c'était son ex-petite amie. Marcus, c'était le fils de Claire. On disait qu'il vivait avec eux depuis cinq ans, en Europe. Tout était donc vrai. Le cœur brisé, j'ai soumis une demande de rupture de lien d'âme au Conseil des Alphas, et j'ai quitté l'Amérique du Nord avec mon fils, effaçant notre enregistrement de meute.

Dwyne, a self-supporting medical student, has just joined the hospital as the youngest intern. But she met with an unexpected situation on her first night shift alone--she’s targeted by a handsome man who looked very dangerous. Is he a gangster? Dwyne thought, judging him by his demeanor. He always wore a black suit and sunglasses. Sometimes even at night. And he's got a gunshot wound on his body. A gunshot! It terrified Dwyne.  She wanted nothing more to do with such a dangerous man, but it looked as if the man was haunting her. She began to meet him frequently. Or rather, he was literally everywhere！ The hospital where she works, the coffee shop where she has a part-time job, the bar where she helps out on a temporary basis... And it seemed like everyone knew him. Is he famous?  It's not just outside Dwyne met him everywhere. Her home was no longer a sanctuary for her alone either. The door to her apartment seemed to be a useless decoration to him. She sometimes finds a bouquet of flowers on the coffee table in her house, while a couple of times she's even found himself suddenly showing in her room. Yes, whenever he wanted to see her, he never made an appointment. It absolutely wasn't a funny joke or a pleasant surprise for her. Dwyne was tired of the boring banter, she just wanted to get through her internship and become a qualified doctor, but she was always surrounded by a gang of menacing men in black suits. Annoyed, she blurted out that she didn't have any feelings for him and she didn't want to see him anymore. She didn't expect that, her wish came true. For the next week, month, and then until a year, she never saw the man in her sights again. Her life went back to the way it was. Though, it was ever so slightly boring. Until that day... When they meet again, it's him lying bloody and dying in the operating room. Dwyne realized that she had never forgotten him. During the time she took care of him, she learned his name and got to know him a little more. Geez, it turned out that he's not only a gangster, but a formidable Mafia Boss! However, when Dwyne moved to this town three years ago, she also hid her true identity. This, after all, is not a life that belongs to her...

Il prend du chocolat fondu sur la table et il me l'étale sur le ventre , il le lèche délicatement , puis , il en reprend encore qu'il étale cette fois-ci sur mes cuisses . - Tu es délicieuse ma chérie . - Et toi , tu es parfait . Il me remonte dessus pour me remplir de sa queue . - Hum - Hooo . Il m'embrasse passionnément , mais , il ne s'arrête il continue à me prendre doucement . - Je t'aime . - Je t'aime aussi ....Humm....oui.... vas-y... plus fort... Après une heure de passion , nous prenons une douche ensemble . Je suis réveillée par une douleur à la poitrine , j'ouvre les yeux et je suis surprise de voir mon mari au-dessus de moi , TENANT UN COUTEAU À LA MAIN . Je ne comprends pas , que se passe-t-il ?Je me rends compte qu'il me POIGNARDE encore et encore . Je suis tétanisée par la peur et la douleur mais surtout par l'incompréhension . Que fait-il ? Mais pourquoi me fait-il celà ? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé ? C'est mon mari ou est-ce que je me trompe ? C'est ma confusion qui fait que je le confond avec celui qui est en train de me tuer . Ce roman est pour un public averti : interdit aux moins de 21 ans . Âmes sensibles s'abstenir . Compilation d'histoires de Meurtres de femmes et d'hommes un peu partout dans le monde . Qui les tuent ? pourquoi ? Quelle est l'histoire derrière ces meurtres ? Découvrez des histoires de victimes de meurtres , les raisons et les conséquences dévastatrices sur ces familles qui ont perdu des êtres chers . Ceci est de la fiction toute ressemblance avec un fait passé n'est que coïncidence .

Les Noces Rouges Anna s’éveille en sursaut, le souffle court. La lumière du réverbère filtre à travers les rideaux, baignant la chambre d’un éclat blafard. L’odeur du fer emplit l’air. Un frisson la traverse. Ce n’est pas une sueur nocturne ni un mauvais rêve. C’est bien réel. Sous les draps froissés, une chaleur moite l’englue. Elle se redresse lentement, sent un liquide visqueux coller à sa peau. Son cœur cogne contre ses côtes lorsqu’elle baisse les yeux. Un corps est là. Allongé à ses côtés. Le hurlement meurt dans sa gorge. Le drap, autrefois blanc, est maculé d’écarlate. Une large entaille court le long de la gorge de l’homme étendu à ses côtés. Ses yeux vitreux la fixent. Anna tremble. Elle cherche l’air, cherche à comprendre. Mais le vide. Son esprit refuse de reconstituer les dernières heures. Le bruit du verre brisé. Une voix chuchotée. Des doigts sur sa peau. Puis... rien. Ses mains, trempées de sang, se crispent sur le matelas. L’odeur du whisky flotte encore dans l’air. Son regard dérive vers la table de chevet. Un couteau de cuisine repose là, luisant sous la lueur pâle. C’est elle. Elle a fait ça. Mais pourquoi ? Elle chancelle en sortant du lit, glisse dans une flaque rouge, son reflet déformé dans le carrelage luisant. Un rire nerveux secoue sa poitrine. Un rire hystérique. Lui, c’était son amant. Son dernier amour. Un bruit la fait sursauter. Une vibration sourde. Son téléphone. Un message. "Tu as bien joué ta part, mon amour. Nous sommes liés par le sang à présent. Ne crains rien, je veille sur toi." Anna fronce les sourcils. Ses doigts tremblants tapotent l’écran. Qui ? Comment ?