Darling Venom

"Why are you keeping me here with you, when you can't even accept me as your mate." I spat with so much Venom because I knew my tears didn't mean anything to Niklaus Prime Wolfe. "Because I've made a bond promise to someone who had saved my life, I'm hers, and I can't break it." His harsh words in his husky voice pierced my heart. "Then let me go." Tears continued to fall on my cheeks. "I can't, my mate." His smirk was the first and last thing that always kills me. "Because I'm obsessed with you."

Rose, the innocent darling heiress of the Sullivan clan loved Arkin Hades, and wanted to marry the cold blooded prince. Unexpectedly an old engagement was brought up and she was set to marry Arkin, however, Arkin did everything to break the engagement, telling everyone he didn't want to marry a weak and boring girl. And this enraged Rose. Soon, the innocent princess escaped her home and seeked revenge on Arkin, following him in his school to Hail Academy, home to school dedicated to the children of the most powerful family in the country. She disguised herself as a poor maiden and changed her name so her father can't track her, and vows to make Arkin pay for rejecting her.

"You like what I do to you, darling? As much as you don't want it, your eyes show desire.” ****** Ethan wakes up to a naked man in his bed. Last night, this naked man was a stray. Ethan doesn't know what he's brought into his life, but as the stranger begins to unravel—showing his dark, mysterious side—he finds himself in a love that's forbidden. Alexander Grey, a cold Alpha who loses his memories, finds himself in human territory. Hunted down by his pack, Alexander creates an illusion of happiness with Ethan, even when he has sixty days left to turn feral. Their love is forbidden. An Alpha. A human. It’s war. Alexander isn't willing to let go, but if the pack gets to him first, he won’t even remember Ethan loved him at all.

"I love you." She blurted out, eyes wide, filled with unshed tears as they both stared at each other. "I love you and I know you know that so please don't say what happened was a mistake or that you're leaving me." Her cracked at the last statement. "Don't destroy us." She moved closer to him, putting a gentle hand on his arm. He lifted his gaze to hers and she feared whatever it is he was going to say the way his eyes looked. They've never looked so....empty. "Darling, there is nothing to destroy if there was nothing to ever break. There was never an us Idalia." He stated venom lacing his words. "What?" Her voice cracked "Whatever happened between us was a mistake. I regret it." Her face crumpled as her hand dropped from his arm, putting space between them. "Don't say that." "Just leave Idalia." He turned his back to awards her and continued stuffing clothes into his bag. After some time, "Okay." She nodded her head in understanding, wiping her tears, trying to stop the already flowing tears. Glancing at him one more time, she walked out of his room. When Idalia Bianchi confesses her love to Ivan Volklov, her best friend and the heir to the Italian mafia, he does not reciprocate the feeling. Years after walking out of the room of the one she loves, he is back in her life. Her brother's best friend. It’s finally time for her to find a husband and according to her family tradition it has to be an arranged marriage and what better and safer match for her than a member of the Italian mafia. Even though there is already an alliance between the families, a marriage makes it more "sophisticated", like her father says.

I accidentally ruined the cake at the fake daughter's birthday party. As punishment, my parents and brother locked me in the basement. "You’ve let your jealousy ruin a perfectly good celebration. Stay here and think about what you’ve done!" they shouted. They left me in the basement and went off to the Maldives to throw another birthday party for the fake daughter. When a gas leak occurred at home, I was still locked in the basement. As soon as they remotely turned the lights on, the whole house exploded, taking my life with it. After my death, my spirit drifted over to where my family was celebrating. I saw them gathered around the fake daughter on a beach. When a luxury three-tiered cake was brought out, they watched her make a wish with a smile. The fake daughter put on a show of concern about me. "Darling, you’re too kind-hearted. People like her deserve to be locked up and taught a lesson. Let’s see if she dares to take anything from you again," they said. Hearing that, I completely gave up on my family. When they returned home and saw the destroyed house, however, my parents and brother went mad.

“My boyfriend is sweet, and he is kind. He's gentle with me and he takes care of me. He loves me correctly and he…’’ “Booo!’’ the rest of the girls exclaimed in unison, as they began to laugh. “That’s a boy, darling!’’ Riley chips in. “We are werewolves. That's not how you're meant to be loved. Have you not had the kind of rogue ripping love that makes your legs shake and you knees weak?’’ “You're talking about sex.’’ Jessica answered with a shrug. “Not really. That kind of gentle love that you talk about will wear you out. And you will get bored.’’ ~~~~ ~~~~~ "Come closer," he said, his voice like a heat that filled the space between them. Terrified, she whispered, "No," avoiding his gaze. His steps dragged on the smooth carpet. In an instant, his fingers gripped her throat, slamming her against the wall with a thud. "You will obey me, Jessica Miller. For I own you!" ******** Jessica Miller, a fierce, young, and innocent girl, sold by someone she never thought could do a thing of such to her, to the merciless Lycan King, Jordan Luther, feels betrayed and a stranger among other wolves, seeing as she had lived all her life among humans. Broken and frustrated, she can't help but feel all hope is lost. And now, will the Lycan King’s cruelty break her completely, or will she remain a high spirited, young wolf and escape the clutches of slavery at the hands of her enslaver…? Read on for this amazing piece of art, full of intrigues and captivating lines to keep you wanting more….

"Darling, this ends when you are entirely mine once more. I have a thousand ways of chasing you down. Some of which you won't enjoy." Her sultry, alpha voice makes Abel's body to stiffen. "Fuck off!" Abel hisses in a firm voice. ******* Vanessa Sterling, the beautiful billionaire owner of starlight styles, a fashion brand known to all elite circles, dumps her beautiful husband, Abel Blackwood, for his brother, Cyrus, who is fast becoming a renowned designer. She cruelly tells Abel, "Face it, you're a nobody. Cyrus is a talented designer that can elevate my brand," before handing him divorce papers which he grudgingly signs in shame before disappearing. Three years later, Abel Blackwood resurfaces as the most sought after male model. With his breathtaking, chiseled features and muscular physique, he has become the muse of top designers. Every major fashion house is clamoring to book him for their runway shows. Vanessa is stunned when she sees her ex-husband's beautiful face plastered across billboards and magazine covers. He is no longer the unknown man she once discarded. Many excellent women are chasing after him, including her friends and business rivals. But there isn't a woman on earth that can rival Vannesa's wits or determination Abel Blackwood will become hers again . . . or else...

"Mom, I don't get what's happening? Wedding?" "But darling, you already accepted the St Daniels' offer," Melissa said sweetly to her daughter. "I didn't know what I was accepting," Mari protested. "She pleaded with me to help her son Raymond." "Of course, honey, you're helping Raymond by marrying him," Melissa said. Her tone is filled with sweetness, trying to damp her daughter's fury. "And besides, this arrangement is crucial to your father. Tell her, Cullman, she needs to know." Mari's gaze shifted to her father, her eyes narrowing. "Catherine, my businesses are crashing and I'm on the brink of bankruptcy," her father admitted. "I couldn't bear the thought of my competitors gloating over my downfall. I had to strike a deal with the St Daniels. They were looking for a suitable bride for their eldest son, and...I'm afraid you're the price I had to pay, Catherine." Mari sighed, her mind still reeling in confusion. "But Raymond St Daniels is still in a coma, how is it possible for me to marry him?" Both parents exchanged a secret glance. Her mother was the one that spoke up. "Raymond St Daniels has awaken from his coma. But the doctors said he'll be crippled for the rest of his life."

"Pick up…. pick up… please" When the call did not get through, I burst into tears. The killer was now banging the door violently. “Inspector Kenneth speaking” Uncle Ken’s voice came through and right at the same the killer made a whole in the door by his continuous banging. "Uncle Ken, he's here, he is going to kill me…." I stated this in a panicked, horrified tone. “Zara, darling, we were going to have some fun why did you called the police?” he said in a cold tone bringing out his silvery knife. A shudder rushed down the spine. However, I maintained my composure. "You are over now," I said, trying to mask my terror. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, not yet…." He answered and raced towards me. What happens next???

He has made it crystal clear that I’m not to call him ‘boss’ except on certain occasions, like right now, when his dominating gaze carries a hint of playfulness. I can’t help but smile every time he gets like this, all lovey-dovey, but when he whispers in my ears asking me to go on an adventure with him, it is like an invitation to a forbidden feast and the thought sends a shiver down my spine which unlike you would think, is almost painful. Maybe this is because I have been on an adventure with him for as far as I want to recollect. My memories, if you peeked inside, would be overflowing with every moment with him, each one a brushstroke painted with his boldness and my, well, let’s call it a touch of recklessness. I now wear a souvenir, a mark etched onto my soul. It’s like a silent agreement, a reminder that our fates are tangled, intertwined like climbing vines. He’s the puppet master, my very own Mr. Strings, and every twist and turn of his whims gets woven into the fabric of my being. Maybe you find that hard to believe, like something out of a fairytale. But trust me, my darling, as I unravel the threads of our adventure, one by one, you’ll understand. With each turn and twist, you’ll find yourself hooked, a willing captive in the captivating narrative of our lives, possibly harnessed in the labyrinth of our love, where danger dances with delight, and fate is etched in the footprints of a love like no other. So buckle up, dear reader, for this isn’t a mere tale, it’s a thrill ride, a love song made of equal parts fear and freedom.