Command Sentence

The day I found out I was pregnant with my second child, the impossible happened: the baby in my womb spoke. "Stupid sister, are you even listening? Mom said that as soon as you graduate, she's selling you off. That money is for my future wedding!" My daughter went still. She didn't say a word, didn't confront me, didn't even cry. She just quietly applied to study abroad. And from that day on, I never heard from her again. My husband, seeing how devastated I was, moved to comfort me. But the baby's voice cut through the silence once more. "Comfort her? You're the biggest fool in this house! When I'm born, I'm not calling you 'Dad.' My real dad is that handsome guy from the bar!" The color drained from Sean's face. Before I could utter a word of explanation, he dragged me straight to the hospital for a paternity test. The results came back quickly—my best friend had pulled some strings to expedite them. And there it was, in cold, clinical print: NO PATERNITY BIOLOGICALLY ESTABLISHED. He didn't let me speak. He filed for divorce immediately. In a panic, the baby's voice cried out from inside me again, "Why is the idiot backing out now? Did he finally figure out Mom tricked him? The one who saved his life all those years ago wasn't her—it was her best friend!" That one sentence shattered my entire world. My husband turned his back on me and married my best friend. As for me… the shock and grief hit me like a physical blow. I felt a hot, sudden gush of blood. Before the doctors could save me, I died on that cold hospital bed, my hands clutching my swollen belly, my mind still reeling, unable to comprehend how my life had unraveled so completely. It wasn't until I was reborn, and once again heard the treacherous little voice inside me, that I finally began to understand the truth.

« Sors-moi cette ordure. Et que le feu nettoie son passage. » La sentence est tombée de ses lèvres, ces mêmes lèvres qui, quelques heures plus tôt, me juraient un amour éternel. Mon âme sœur. Mon destin. Mon bourreau. En une nuit, il a tout pris : mon innocence, mon titre d'héritière de la meute, ma dignité. Après m'avoir poignardée, il a voulu me réduire en cendres. Fin de l'histoire ? Non. C'est là que la vraie tragédie commence. Ma chute m'a jetée directement dans la gueule du loup. Littéralement. Je suis devenue la propriété du Roi Lycan. On le dit fou. On chuchote qu'il a perdu la raison il y a des lunes. On le craint plus que la peste, plus que la mort elle-même. Il incarne le froid, l'impitoyable, la force brute. Son regard seul promet la souffrance. Et ce monstre prétend que je lui appartiens. Sa bête, cette chose sombre qui habite en lui, m'a choisie. Elle me désire avec une obsession qui glace le sang. Il est décidé à me plier à sa volonté, même si cela doit signifier me briser os par os, briser ce qui reste de mon âme. Maintenant, esclave dans son palais de ténèbres, je dois trouver la force de lui résister. Je suis prise au piège de son jeu pervers, dominée par ses griffes sombres. Mais chaque fois qu'il me regarde, je vois autre chose que de la cruauté dans ses yeux. Je vois une reconnaissance. Une connexion. Et c'est cela, le plus terrifiant : comment lutter contre un homme qui, au plus profond de sa folie, voit en moi bien plus qu'une captive ? Comment nier ce lien primal qui, malgré la haine et la peur, commence doucement, inexorablement, à nous unir ?

In the third year of Ariel Slater's remarriage with Remi Callahan, she realizes that she's pregnant with his baby. As his wife, she does her utmost best to avoid getting into fights with him. Whenever Remi comes home late, Ariel no longer welcomes him home at the door. When Remi gets absolutely wasted at his business meetings, all Ariel does is command the household staff to prepare a hangover tonic for him. Remi is very busy with work, so it's rare for him to come home. Even so, Ariel doesn't use the landline in the family compound to call him. When she's eight months pregnant, Ariel discovers a tube of ointment in Remi's coat that's not hers. But she merely puts it back in his pocket without saying a word. One day, when Ariel visits the maternity hospital next to the family compound for a prenatal check-up, she comes across an incident that humiliates her to no end. Two nurses happen to walk out of a ward at that time. As they walk down the corridor, they chat among themselves. "Mr. Callahan cares about Ms. Reed a lot. The moment she gives birth to a son, he's quick to book her the best single-person ward in this hospital." "I heard that Ms. Reed is the widow of Mr. Callahan's dead mentor. He takes good care of Ms. Reed, that's for sure. Not only does he keep her company in the day, but he also refuses to go home at night. He really is a caring man." "But I heard that Mr. Callahan's wife is about to give birth. I wonder what will happen if she finds out about Mr. Callahan's antics…" Even though the nurses keep their voices low, Ariel still hears every word as clear as day. As she stares at Remi, who's speaking with his colleague, Ella Reed, while cradling her newborn, she feels her eyes reddening against her will. She decides to file for a divorce from him right there and then. This time, she will never remarry him, no matter what.

I was ten when my Omega mother mated the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack. My stepbrother, Draven, never let me forget how I’d diluted their pure blood. With his silent blessing, the entire pack became a weapon to carry out his hate. During a full moon hunt, he gave the nod. That's all it took. His followers "accidentally" pushed me in front of a raging stag. I felt its antlers rip my shoulder open. He looked down at me, his golden eyes dripping with scorn. “Don’t think you’re one of us just because your mother latched onto my father. Weaklings get culled. And I’ll be the one to kick you off my land.” At his command, they'd ruin my offerings to the Moon Goddess. They shredded my coming-of-age gown with silver blades. Through it all, my mother would only look at me with shame. My stepfather, the great Alpha, just saw me as a troublesome brat. I made myself small, desperate for a scrap of kindness. But it only made me the pack outcast. Hated and completely alone. Until Draven’s best friend, Liam—the Alpha heir to the Rage River Pack—showed interest in me at the werewolf academy. For the first time ever, Draven left me alone. I thought Liam was my only light in the darkness. On my birthday, I gave myself to him completely. The next day, I overheard him talking to Draven. Draven’s voice was low, laced with venom. “Did you get the video? Of the half-blood losing control mid-fuck?” Liam chuckled. “Of course. Gotta admit, she feels amazing. So soft… a real temptation. Almost got me hooked. But just in bed. The thought of her dirty blood…If it wasn’t to help you get even, I would’ve never touched a weak-blooded Omega like her.” I clamped a hand over my mouth, tears streaming down my face. My only hope was a lie. But they didn't know. I’d already applied to the Valeriana Werewolf Institute. And I wasn’t coming back.

I am a firefighter. A beam crashes onto me in the middle of a burning building. At the same time, my oxygen is about to run out. I writhe and struggle as much as I can to reach for my backup oxygen canister, only to feel my fingers brushing over a bottle of water instead. When I turn around, I see my wife, Leah Sawyer, giving the last backup oxygen canister to her new mentee, Roderick Wyndham. I begin calling out to her via a walkie-talkie. "Leah, I'm being pinned down right now, and my oxygen's running out! Where is the oxygen canister?" As Leah shields Roderick behind her, she replies impatiently, "I've already given it to Roderick. It's his first time inside a burning building, so he's frightened. Having an extra canister on him gives him a sense of security. "You're already a veteran firefighter, so you can just think up a way to resolve your situation. Don't go around wasting precious resources." I can feel thick smoke infiltrating my lungs at that moment. Feelings of asphyxiation soon overwhelm me. "My leg is broken, so I can't move at all! Without oxygen, I won't be able to hold out till I get rescued!" But Leah merely chortles in response. "Stop playing the pity card! Every time we're out on a mission, you're always the cowardly one who's terrified of dying! You have zero sense of dedication at all! I shouldn't have let you join the firefighting squad, to begin with! "What's the use of you clinging to the equipment? Giving it to the newbies is the best way of maximizing its value!" I can only smile bitterly in response. Using what's left of my strength, I switch to a public channel and begin reporting to the command center. "For the record, Captain Leah Sawyer deliberately tampered with the essential rescue equipment in order to protect Roderick Wyndham, causing me, a fellow firefighter, to be trapped in a deadly situation. "I hereby request the immediate activation of the Firefighter Emergency Evacuation Act. Also, I formally charge Leah with gross negligence and attempted homicide."

The Don of the Vito family, Damiano Vito, has broken his wedding vows by cheating on me with the daughter of the rival mafia family, Bianca Sorace, while I'm still pregnant with his heir. He ends up executing Bianca with his own hands in order to reassure me as well as provide my family, the Cappas, with a satisfactory answer. My parents advise me, "Now that Damiano has returned to your side, you mustn't kick up a fuss for the sake of both families' interests." But since then, I've developed an obsession over cleanliness. Any form of physical contact is capable of making me dry-heave out of discomfort. Since I can't take any medication at all, I can only spend my days venting my stress by demanding that everything be disinfected before touching me. Damiano, who's known for having a violent temperament, is willing to keep disinfecting himself repeatedly for my sake. If he needs to make physical contact with me, he'll wear gloves. Whenever he enters my room, he has to change into a biohazard suit. No matter how hot and stuffy it gets under the suit, he doesn't utter a word of complaint. "It's fine. I was the one who broke the wedding vows first, anyway." Finally, the moment I command Damiano to wash his hands yet again, he loses control of himself before me. He even goes so far as to shatter the ashtray right before my eyes. "That's enough! All I did was make the mistake every man is capable of making! Must you humiliate me to this degree? How does that make me a filthy man?" Damiano deliberately allows his subordinates, who are drenched in blood, to throw a party in the estate, thinking that it serves as a punishment for my obsession over cleanliness. He intends to force me to yield to him by threatening the baby in my belly. Thanks to the nonstop aggravation, I feel intense pain flaring from my abdomen. Soon, blood keeps oozing down my inner thighs beneath my skirt. But at the same time, I feel a sense of relief that I've never felt before. "Let's get a divorce, Damiano."

At nine months pregnant, I was in the final stretch of my term, and my body heavy with a baby due any day. But my husband, Vito Falcone, underboss of the family, had locked me away. He held me in a sterile underground medical room and injected me with a labor suppressant. As I screamed in agony, he coldly told me to endure it. Because his brother's widow, Scarlett, was expected to go into labor at the exact same time. A blood oath he'd made with his late brother declared that the firstborn son would inherit the family's lucrative West Coast territory. "That inheritance belongs to Scarlett's child," he said. "With Daemon gone, she is utterly alone and destitute. You have my love, Alessia. All of it. I just need her to deliver safely. Then it's your turn." The drug was a constant, agonizing torment. I begged him to take me to a hospital. He grabbed me by the throat, forcing me to meet his icy gaze. "Stop the act! I know you're fine. You’re just trying to steal the inheritance." "To get ahead of Scarlett, you'll stop at nothing." My face was ashen. My body convulsed as I managed a desperate whisper. "The baby's coming. I don't care about the inheritance. I just love you, and I want our child to be born safely!" He sneered. "If you were really that innocent, if you had an ounce of love for me, you wouldn't have forced Scarlett to sign that prenup, waiving her child's inheritance rights." "Don't worry, I'll be back for you after she's given birth. you're carrying my own flesh and blood, after all." He kept a vigil outside Scarlett's delivery room all night. It was only after seeing the newborn in her arms that he remembered me. He finally sent his second in command, Marco, to release me. But when Marco finally called, his voice was shaking. "Boss... the missus and the baby... they're gone." In that moment, Vito Falcone shattered.

"Dans un État où les loups-garous sont des armes militaires, Elara survit en silence. 'Muette' - dépourvue de forme animale - elle est reléguée aux archives du QG des Loups, méprisée par ceux dont elle entend secrètement les pensées. Son don interdit : apaiser les esprits tourmentés des plus féroces guerriers-lycans. Sa vie bascule lorsque l'unité d'élite commandée par Rhyse, un Alpha au bord de la folie meurtrière, revient d'une mission catastrophique. Dans la panique générale, une impulsion irrésistible pousse Elara à CHUCHOTER. D'un seul mot mental, elle éteint la rage de Rhyse, sauvant la base... et se condamnant. Car ce premier contact réveille un Pacte ancien, scellé entre leurs lignées sanguines et trahi des siècles plus tôt. Désormais liés par une magie plus forte que leurs volontés, ils n'ont d'autre choix que de s'allier. Le Haut-Conseil voit en Elara un outil précieux à contrôler. Les Puristes, une abomination à éliminer. Et dans l'ombre, des marginaux aux pouvoirs étranges voient en eux l'espoir d'un monde nouveau. Entre manipulations politiques et attaques sanglantes, leur seul refuge pourrait bien être l'un dans l'autre - au risque de réveiller un amour aussi dangereux que le pouvoir qui les unit. Car le véritable Pacte n'était pas un asservissement, mais un équilibre : le Chuchoteur calme la Bête, et le Loup protège le Chuchoteur. Ensemble, ils doivent redécouvrir cette vérité avant que leurs ennemis ne brisent définitivement le lien entre leurs peuples."

Architect Miles Muñoz, isang matapang, palaban at kabigha-bighaning probinsyana. Nasa kan'ya na ang lahat pero lingid sa kaalaman ng iba ay ginapangan na siya ng pagkabahala sapagkat sa edad na dalawampu't siyam ay ni minsan hindi pa niya naranasan na magkanobyo. Nais na niyang magkaanak at bumuo ng sariling pamilya ngunit paano nga ba niya iyon maisakatuparan gayong kahit ni isang manliligaw nga lang ay ni wala siya? Engineer Jeffry Shaun Villafuente, isang matagumpay at mayaman na business tycoon. Isang happy-go-lucky guy at certified playboy. "What? You are looking for a baby maker?!" tila nawala ang pagkalasing ni Jeff sa narinig. Kasalukuyan silang nag-uusap sa bar habang umiinom ng alak. "Are you that desperate? You will be looking for an anonymous man para lang maging baby maker mo?" Umiling-iling ito at diretsang nilagok ang laman ng hawak nitong baso. "Ano naman ngayon? Uso na ngayon 'yan sa mga nais magkaanak lang." "You have a point." Tumango-tango ito ngunit sandaling natigilan. Nilingon sya nito at muling nagsalita. "Why don't you just ask for my cells then? By that, you don't have to look far." Sumilay ang pilyong ngiti sa labi nito. Siya naman ang nagulat. Sandaling tinitigan niya ang mukha ni Jeffry at napaisip sa suhestiyon nito. Sinubukan niyang basahin at sukatin kung gaano ito kaseryoso sa sinabi. Hanggang sa huli ay nagkibit-balikat na lamang siya. "Sa bagay pinamimigay mo lang naman kahit kanino iyang sperm cells mo. Fine. Just give me a baby, no more no less. How's that?" Isang desisyon ang kanyang pinakawalan, pasyang kahit siya ay lihim na nangamba. Tila napatda pa ito sa agaran na pagsang-ayon niya bagama't kalakip naman nito ay ang nabanaag niyang pagkislap ng mga mata ng lalaki. "Well, that's great! Then your wish is my command!" he said with a teasing smile.

Her nipples pebbled instantly under thin silk,clit throbbing against soaked panties. He didn’t rise. He just watched her approach like prey, voice low and rough. “Kneel.” The command slammed into her cunt. Her knees buckled, hitting carpet hard. Slick dripped down her thighs; she trembled in needy. He smirked, filthy. “Already dripping for a stranger, desperate little slut.” She whimpered, hips twitching. Thick fingers gripped her chin, thumb shoving into her mouth. “Tell Daddy what this greedy pussy craves.” Her voice broke. “Please, Daddy, touch me. Fuck me raw. Stretch me on your thick cock. Use me like your filthy whore. I need you inside me now.” His eyes darkened. “Such a dirty mouth.” He fisted her hair, yanked her face to his straining bulge. She mouthed it desperately, inhaling musk and heat, tongue pressing through denim. He unzipped slowly. Heavy, veined cock sprang free, glistening tip leaking. “Open wide, baby.” She obeyed. He fed her the head, then deeper, thrusting until she gagged, drool spilling, eyes watering as she moaned around him. “Good girl. Choke on Dad's cock.” He pulled out, spun her, bent her over the couch arm. Skirt flipped up, panties ripped aside. “Fuck, look at this soaked, dripping cunt. Made for me.” Two thick fingers plunged in, curling hard. She screamed, walls clenching. Then his cock slammed balls-deep in one brutal thrust. The stretch burned into ecstasy; he fucked her mercilessly, hips slapping, hand on her throat, ass stinging from sharp slaps. “Who owns this pussy?” “You do, Daddy, please.” “Beg for my cum. Beg me to breed you.” “Please, fill me, breed me, pump me full.” He pulled out slow, watching his spend drip from her wrecked hole. Then softer, he kissed her forehead. “My perfect, filthy girl. Daddy’s just getting started.”