Novel & Cerita Demonic Vision

He’s losing his sight. She’s hiding her past. Together, they’re a beautiful disaster. Jaxson Rivers is the "Ice King" of St.Jude Academy, the hockey prodigy everyone wants a piece of. But his throne is built on a lie. A secret injury is blurring his vision, and if the NHL scouts find out, his family’s dynasty dies with him. Enter Feya Baldwin: the campus "Academic Ghost." She’s a scholarship student who survives by fixing the dirty secrets of the elite for cash. She doesn't do "popular," and she definitely doesn't do athletes. But when a suspension threatens Jaxson’s career, they strike a deal that’s as cold as the rink: Fake a romance to fix his reputation. He needs her brain to keep him eligible. She needs his status to stay invisible. But between midnight tutoring sessions and stolen touches in the dark, the lines are blurring faster than Jaxson’s vision. He’s starting to see a future he never imagined, and she’s starting to feel like more than just a ghost. The game is fake. The stakes are lethal. And in a town where everyone is watching, the only thing more dangerous than the truth is falling for the lie.

"Katerina?" My vision shrinks to a pinprick. "You're insane. Straight up insane." "I've thought that myself, many times, in fact. But in this case, I'm clear-headed. Marry me, Katerina." "Never!" "You seem to be under the impression that I'm asking. I'm not. I'm telling you to marry me." ------------------- When a night-out with her best friend, Fabiola, leads to her witnessing a murder, stubborn, sassy and hot-headed Katerina Kozlov shrugs it off as a bad dream. But when the murderer shows up to buy her store and even goes as far as kidnapping her for his own personal purposes, she realizes that she may be in far more trouble than she'd initially bargained for. As pakhan of the Ivanovsky Bratva, Sasha Ivanovsky is not only ruthless but has the entire city underneath his thumb. When there's a witness to one of his numerous crimes, he sets out to subdue her, but finds out that Katerina Kozlov is unlike any other woman or victim he'd had to deal with before. For one, she's got a very sharp mouth. Two, she holds the key to him finally taking down a generational enemy, Yevgeniy. His plans take a shift, but he'll need one thing from Katerina to ensure a smooth sailing. Her submission.

'Ms. Johnson, your marriage certificate is fake. 'The system shows that the name of Mr. William Clark's spouse is Sophia Lopez, and they have a six-year-old son.' I was holding my daughter, Emmy, at the time. My ears were rang as I recalled the words that escaped the lips of the staff member at the vital records office while passing the piece of marriage certificate, which now had a trashy feel to it, back to me. Suddenly, my phone vibrated, snapping me out of my thoughts. I checked and saw that it was a message from Sophia. 'Heather Johnson, my beloved husband, William, is attending my son's parent-teacher meeting and doesn't have time to help you with your illegitimate daughter's birth certificate application.' I clutched my phone and stared at the text message. Tears blurred my vision, for it made my eyes sting when I saw Sophia calling Emmy illegitimate. I kissed Emmy's forehead and carried her out of the hospital. … When I was on my way home, I called William's archnemesis, the very man he despised with every fiber of his being. "I'm currently single. If your offer still stands, I'll marry you in five days."

Just as my wealthy boyfriend and I were talking about getting married, his mother dismissed me as an unrefined girl and demanded I attend a finishing school to learn how to be a proper wife. Looking at Zach’s pleading gaze, I gave in. I endured relentless psychological and physical torment for three months. However, on the day I was discharged, I overheard a phone call between Zach and his friend. “Zach, if you don’t want to marry Cathy, why didn’t you just tell her? Why did you have to send her to that hellhole to suffer? That finishing school your family runs is a freaking torture chamber. Constant beatings, electric shocks, forced kneeling for hours… No one comes out of there the same.” “You don’t get it. Jen is about to get engaged, and I can’t risk Cathy ruining it. As long as Jen is happy, I don’t care who I marry. Cathy grew up poor, so she can endure a little hardship. Three months of hardship for a lifetime of Stein money is a fair trade.” My vision blurred with tears when I heard those cruel words from his mouth. I thought. “Zach, since you loved Jenna so much, why did you have to toy with my feelings?”

In a world where power is currency and women are pawns, Ava Campelli has just been sold to the highest bidder through a wedding veil. Born into a legacy of blood and quiet obedience, Ava knew her fate was sealed long before she could dream of escape. When she’s forced to marry Nico Moretti, the cold, ruthless heir to a criminal empire, her life becomes a performance of silence and survival. From the outside, she’s a vision in white. On the inside, she’s breaking. Nico is everything she feared: calculated, controlling, and obsessed with ownership. What begins with a diamond ring and a kiss in front of hundreds quickly descends into possession, manipulation, and brutal expectations behind closed doors. His touch is demanding, his love conditional, and Ava is expected to be the perfect wife—seen, not heard. But behind the carefully painted smile and submissive posture, something dangerous is beginning to stir in Ava. Each cruel word, every forced touch, is a spark. And one day soon, she may burn the whole kingdom down. A story of power, pain, and the quiet beginnings of rebellion—Bound By Blood and Vows is a haunting tale of a girl who learns that surviving is only the beginning and if she can't win his heart, then she will steal it when she leaves.

Gianna thought she had already lost everything—her sight, her freedom, and the love she once believed in. But when her fiancé, the man she trusted most, sells her to a ruthless mafia boss to save himself, she realizes that true betrayal cuts far deeper than blindness. In a bid to save her mentally unstable mother, she has no choice but to brace up to her new life too. Raffaele Belucci is merciless, dangerous, and in complete control. To him, she is nothing more than a pawn in a power play, a contract-bound possession to be used as he pleases. Yet, despite her blurred vision, Gianna sees more than most—she sees the cracks in his cold exterior, the shadows of his past, and the fire that burns beneath his calculated touch. Thrown into a world of violence, deceit, and seduction, she has two choices: succumb to the chains of her new master or play the game and take back control of her fate. But the deeper she falls into Raffaele's deadly embrace, the more she realizes—he might be the only one capable of truly setting her free. He owns her body. But can he ever own her heart?

“Never again," Kelvin chokes out, his voice trembling, his gaze locked onto the haunting eyes that once stole everything from him. Tears blur his vision, but his resolve stands firm, he will not be devoured a second time. Once a bright, ambitious employee, Kelvin spiraled into a world he swore he'd never know, a world spun with lust, whispered secrets, and aching hunger. His boss, a man wrapped in power and temptation, tugged at the fraying threads of Kelvin’s soul, awakening a need he'd buried deep. But when Kelvin surrendered, when he tasted the truth hidden beneath the seduction, he recoiled in horror. This man, this polished billionaire, was no stranger. He was the boy who had shattered Kelvin's innocence, left him bleeding and broken in the ruthless hands of bullies. Now, he returned, cloaked in wealth and charm, seeking what he once destroyed. Where love festers, hatred blooms. Where passion ignites, betrayal sharpens its teeth. And from the shadows of their shared past, a darker enemy rises, thirsty for vengeance, eager to spill blood, and blind to whether either of them survives. Their reunion was never about love. It was about survival.

"Cry , just cry I want to see you cry."he cooed in my ears and then he starts thrusting in and out of me angressively. I couldn't scream anymore as I was too weak to make a sound. my eyes transformed into a dam of water and tears blurred my vision pouring down my cheeks like rain. I was already feeling like a slave for him, cause I willingly submitted to his want. He wanted me to cry and that I did, cause I had no choice. As I jerked under him, I felt as though I was in torment, hell, purgatory infact anything worst. I wanted this to stop but it didn't. He kept thrusting in and out of me till I could no longer take the pains. Was this the sex people call fun? Or was he just doing this to turture me? Each pains he inflicted on me, made me feel his burning urge to get his revenge. Whatever my father did to him must be very cruel and it filled me with Guilt. I felt so guilty that I didn't want to beg him, cause I stupidly thought I deserve this. What happens when the daughter of the most powerful Alpha is captured by another Alpha and turned into a slave for the sake of revenge?

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

On the day I was trying out my wedding gown, a stranger dashed into the VIP room and pushed me hard onto the ground. "I'm the real Mrs. John Curtis. Someone like you, with no money or a strong family behind you, should serve me instead." She looked down on me before kicking my pregnant belly with her sharp heels. The pain blurred my vision and made me break out in a cold sweat. Jolene Nostra crouched next to me and slapped me with the back of her hand. "You were only a jilted lover without wealth or influence, trying to wed into a rich family by getting pregnant." As blood flowed heavily from between my legs, a realization hit me. My fiancé, the person I'd been with for four years, was seeing another woman. "What's this? How dare you give me that look? I could kill you, and nothing would happen to me because I'm Mrs. John Curtis!" As she lunged towards me, I pulled out my phone with trembling hands to call my brother. "Come get me, Anthony. And tell our guys I want the Curtis family gone from South City."