Dance Floor

As she collapsed to the floor, she swore that Andrei would die at her hand. Eight years later, she reinvented herself and became his assistant. "You put something In my drink?" He asked incredulously. "Yes, I did Andrei. You thought you could kill my father and go scot-free right?. Well, karma is a bitch, isn't it?. You sent my father to jail for a crime he did not commit and he died in prison because of you. Now you know how it feels to lose everything including your life Andrei. "You're wrong Selena. I'm not an opponent that can be killed easily. I rule this game you think you are playing Selena " he hissed darkly. He smirked suddenly. "There's this special clause in my company rules which say if I were to marry anyone who owned shares in my company then their shares become automatically mine, did you forget to read that all the while you worked here" "You must be out of your mind. I will never marry you in this world or the next" she fired hotly. "It's not up to you anymore Selena Martinez, I always get what I want and as you might have noticed, I go the extra mile to get what I fucking want," he whispered darkly...

"You're the Billionaire's Obsession. The Billionaire Mafia Boss." "Wife of the Infamous Mafia Boss." "Dance with me in the middle of a war." "Once you touched me, You are mine. Mine alone," he said in possessiveness. "Dare to love me and you'll be in danger," a threat. "Always there to protect my baby," the Mafia Boss sexily said. Crizette Muller, a college top Journalism Student of a great State University Major in Feature Writing, with a low and mysterious profile. She's a god friend and a person to everybody and she'll be there running to her friends when they need help. And because of an interview, the low and mysterious profile of the young lady will change after accidentally bumping the Snob, Man of few words, Perfectionist, Perfect decision maker and The Hottest Downright Gorgeous Adonis. The most Eligible Bachelor Billionaire with a hidden dangerous Identity and Treacherous personality, Mr. Ezekiel Duke Wolkzbin. Crizette will be the Obsession of the Treacherous Dangerous Gentleman, Ezekiel.

Jesse sets the flowers down on the dining table, plucking the card off the little holder to read out the contents. “Dearest Jesse, just wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you. I hope you're thinking about me too. Love--" He pauses and squints before cocking an eyebrow and pursing his lips turning to face his brother. "Wal, why is the boss of your little boy band gang professing his love to his son’s babysitter?" Wallace drops the noodles on the floor with a loud curse as he burns his hand. ************* Jesse offers to be a babysitter to a kid he hasn’t even met until he realizes he’s babysitting a mafia’s kid. The same mafia he had a one night run in with. Infuriated, he tries to back out since he has been trying his hardest to avoid the criminal life for a long time despite being born into it, but a cute kid and an infuriating Mafia Lord keeps pulling him deeper into the mix.

Warning: 18+ Mature Content "I just want your love" she whispered and before he could react she forcefully crushed her lips with his leaving him in a state of shock. He pushed her away by holding her by arms and glared at her. "I made it clear Ahana! I don't love you..." He shouted at her. His denial made her angry and snapped at him "you are denying because of that girl, I am hotter and bolder in bed than her.. " she said while exposing herself to him. He warned her "shut up Ahana! I won't give you the physical pleasure you need I won't cheat my wife" he turned and began to leave but stopped at his place when he heard something which shaken the floor underneath him. He turned and eyed the phone screen. She smirked and said "hell.. then get ready to get ruin" "You can't blackmail me" he almost pleaded with her but she smiled and looked at him with desire and lust. "maintain the physical relationship with me then!" she said leaving him in dilemma. His marriage, reputation, everything was at stake. A story of love, betrayal, and pain.

The music made the speakers tremble, the floor vibrated with the rumble of the sound and the jumps of the crazy people. Each one in their own world, dancing together, dancing separately. Enjoying music, company and alcohol. I danced alone, with a drink in hand. Gliding, moving my hips to the rhythm of the music, not paying much attention to anything or anyone around me. Just enjoying that moment of inner peace that I was needing and he was giving it to me. It was a respite, a window that I opened myself in my own cage to let in air and I knew that as soon as I left the club the window would close and I would lock myself back in my world without fresh air. Therefore, he enjoyed everything he could. Alone. With eyes closed. Sweating the bad energy that others left me and breathing the good vibes that I had to give myself. They were approaching me. I drove them away. They invited me. I rejected them. they spoke to me I silenced them. I just wanted to dance and they were going to have to respect that. It was amazing how loud music could be my oxygen tank. It silenced my thoughts, freed me from tensions. There was nothing more relaxing in my life than dancing with my eyes closed and the volume turned up to a thousand. I twirled, I jumped, I wiggled, I hummed, and I sang. The brightly colored lights flickered making it difficult to see, but it was what I liked the most, going blind for an instant, forgetting that I had the ability to see the world, a false, disastrous and difficult world.

Jenifer Smith falls in love with the hard-to-get Jason Knight. He also turns out to be a playboy and a gang leader she finds herself in a situation in which she might get hurt. He acts nice and so on but really is his intention? But does Jason even cares or is he just playing with her mind? On the other hand, there is Blake the ex who tries over and over again to correct his wrongs of a cheating boyfriend. Do different really attract or do they draw apart? Apart from that Jenifer has to learn how to loosen up to get the boy she wants, to party, dance, sing, and of course, have fun. But the thing is that Jenny has a dark secret of her own which no one not even Family knows about is the Little Innocent Girl really just a good Girl? Join Jenny on her Adventure of heartbreaks, love, and a lot of Secrets.

"Before you get too excited, Mom, I turned him down. Forget the dress, and the dance," added Gwen. "You turned down a date with that hunk, Gwen? What on earth were you thinking?" asked a stunned Kate. "Girls will kill for a date with that guy. I know I would!" .......... No one had ever asked her out so soon after meeting her. In fact, only a couple of guys had ever even hinted that they would like to date her and she had quickly dashed their hopes. Gwen was very accomplished in her studies and was on track to graduate first in her class. She wanted to be a surgeon and she had long ago decided that fleeting emotional entanglements would not advance her career plans. She was also an avid reader and a born romantic. She was determined to not settle for some mundane romance. In fact, she would settle for nothing less than a love like Juliet had with Romeo. The boys that had shown any interest in her thus far had simply not measured up. She finally sees her path to redemption. Both of them will stop at nothing to change the world. But will the passion they discover in each other be enough to save the world?

In the twisted dance of fate, I'm Dixie – a feisty 17-year-old caught between the human world and a werewolf nightmare. Life was chaotic enough, but then Trix, the bane of my existence, reveals he's not just my high school bully; he's an alpha with a destiny entwined with mine. This revelation left me floored. Forced into a marriage I never wanted, I'm now tangled in a supernatural mess where Nardoos threaten our existence, and every step feels like I'm walking on a tightrope. As tension rises, I find myself questioning everything – from my identity to the very essence of true connection. As I wade through the chaos of being a halfling in a werewolf pack, forbidden love, and an ancient prophecy, I spill the beans on this wild journey where I hold the key to a destiny I never signed up for in my palm. Can a rebellious girl and a fierce alpha rewrite the rules, or are we destined to be prisoners of a fate we never chose?

In my ninth year of being with Tyler Freeman, he flaunts his relationships with other women while I'm only allowed to come and go from his bedroom. He doesn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend, yet he allows his friends to address me as such. I have a name but not an identity. His friends are bored during a private party and want me to perform a strip dance on stage to liven things up. I expect Tyler to at least turn them down on my behalf, but all he does is sip his wine and say, "Go on. You're the owner of this place, aren't you? Aren't clubs supposed to satisfy their patrons' needs? Don't let my friends down!" I look at him emotionlessly. I don't cry or throw a fuss. Instead, I splash a glass of liquor in his face. The following day, I trash the club. Three months later, Tyler finally thinks of calling me. "Where are you? Aren't you gonna get the hell back here? Do you really expect me to beg you to come back? Do you think you're worthy of that?" I pull my newlywed husband to the camera. "Sorry, Mr. Freeman. I'm getting married. You don't need to come, but do get me a wedding gift." Unexpectedly, he threatens to show my husband intimate videos of me when he sees me in a wedding gown.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.