Colossal Chest

"I hate you !!" Angelina cried out while beating his chest with her hands. Danzel just smirked at her little attempt. He lowered himself until he could feel the fear from her breaths and said, "Oh my Love, you can hate as much as you want, It doesn't affect me either way, But one thing you get straight into that brain of yours is that there is no escape from me. I am your biggest nightmare." Angelina's eyes widened in fear. But little did she know that she was just waking up the dead feelings in his heart.....

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.

She regained consciousness in the hospital. Feeling exhausted and weary. She remembered nothing—not even her own name. “Who are you?” A man named Silvanus Clemonte claimed her as his wife. Gave her names, She, Aeliana Monroe never thought she had a husband waiting for her along. Non of the people—even in the mansion longed for her. It was only Silvanus who substantially takes good care of her welfare. However, Aeliana could not feel any heartbeats shattered on her chest towards Silvanus Clemonte. She started to wonder about her identity. Was she really married to the big time Billionaire?

"I, King Zachariah Fenrir, pack Alpha to the Alpha pack, cast you, Aurora Fenrir out. From this moment forth, you are no longer worthy." A strangled cry rang out across the silence, it took me a moment to realize it was coming from me, my knees buckled and I hit the soft grass in the pasture. It felt as if someone was sticking a white hot branding iron into my chest, I was struggling to breathe. My fathers voice cut through the silence once more. "Run my child, because when we find you, there will be no saving you." And I did run, I ran as fast as I could.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

On the anniversary of my mother’s death, my girlfriend told me she had to work overtime. However, her first love later posted something on social media: [Thanks to Camelia for coming to celebrate my birthday with me!] My chest tightened and my hands shook as I called her to demand an explanation. She replied calmly, “It’s Grayson’s 25th birthday today. It’s important. I didn’t want to miss it.” That was it. I let out a bitter laugh and looked down at the cancer diagnosis report in my hand. It was alright. I would be dead soon anyway.

When the cold Vampire Queen is betrayed and brutally murdered by Lenhandro her lover, she prays to the moon goddess fo cast their enmity aside and give her a chance to be reborn. However Xenta does not expect to find herself in the body of a chubby lowly omega slave. Then she finds herself entangled with an Alpha King who couldn't stand her quirkiness. With a war brewing, will Xenra unlock her inner abilities and return in time to stop the bastard who ripped her heart off her chest and stole her throne? Will she be able to keep the heart of the Alpha King or will fate force them apart when they are standing on opposing sides?

Freya had been broken before, dare she risk it all again? Once, she loved. As an innocent high school teenager, she gave her all to the boy she thought was her mate - only to him, it was all a bet. Forced to flee her pack, Freya falls into the hands of a very cruel mate, and when Freya returns to Darkmoon once again, the light in her eyes has died, she flinches from people’s touches, and she’s clutching her five year old daughter to her chest like a lifeline. How does Zac, the Alpha of Darkmoon explain to her that they share a mate bond, and this time, it’s not a bet?

After an unfortunate incident 18 years ago, Sadie Trinity is now back in La Cuevas, to forget and move on from the past. Unfortunately, her scar on the upper part of her chest always reminds her of her dark days back then. That's why she always tend to abominate her scar and hide it from everyone. She thought it's just fine to live her life despising her scar, but not until she met Luke Harisson- the lead guitarist of the famous band in La Cuevas, together with her brother. He taught her things she have never learned before, and that is to accept and embrace her beautiful scars.

"You're my sister. I don't care if I'm drugged—this ain't it. You ain't my cure." Carlo Quaranta's eyes were shot red, chest heaving, but that rage? Way hotter than any craving. "Even if you make me marry you, I'll never love you." Vera Este didn't doubt it. Not for a second. He meant every damn word. Last time, she was the so-called "cure"... and it dragged her straight into marriage. She stared at his face—still young. Felt like it belonged to someone from a whole other life.