Dread Meaning

Extract "I don't believe you. You're just trying to trap me into taking care of someone else's kid," he sneered. My heart shattered into a million pieces. How could he think that of me? How could he be so cruel? "Please, Apollo. I love you. I would never do anything to hurt you or our child." But his words were like a sharp knife, piercing through my heart. "Love? You don't know the meaning of the word. You're nothing but a lying, cheating whore." “I, Alpha Apollo Philips Giavonni reject you, Zelda Annabel MacDonald as my mate,” My wolf howled in pain as I felt the rejection. The pain was too much to bear, and I passed out on the hospital bed, unable to withstand the agony. A young omega named Zelda conceived after a steamy one-night stand with alpha Apollo. But when Apollo refuses to believe the child is his, Zelda is forced to flee for her life from his relentless pursuit. Desperate for safety and security, Zelda seeks refuge with another alpha, Ryder. As she navigates the dangerous world of werewolves, Zelda must fight for the survival of herself and her unborn child, facing abusive alphas, pack wars, and betrayal at every turn. But as her pregnancy progresses, Zelda finds herself drawn to Apollo, the heartless alpha who still believes the child isn't his. Can she keep her baby safe in a world of danger and find love with Apollo? Or will she be forced to choose between her own life and that of her child? Join Zelda on her thrilling journey as she fights for love, family, and her own survival.

Iya Santos is a 21 years old teacher, who lives her life to the fullest. She grew up with a drunkard father and with her loving grandmother, whom sooner was taken away from her because of death. She was given lots of fortune due her grandmother's death, and because of that at young age she independently manages all the money that she has. She treasures her friends and treated them like family. She never begs for a man’s love, for she believes that love should be given freely and to be begged. A problem occurs, when she met her mother whom she thought already died after she gave birth to her. Feeling lied to and betrayed, she ones again closes her heart to everyone, thinking that she can no longer trust the people around her.Life goes on for her as she realizes that the only way to heal a broken heart is through forgiving. 5 years had pass, her mother called her and wanting to meet her, not because she wants to say sorry for what she had done but because she has a stage 3 cancer and asking her a favor to take care of her child, as she met her mother and her child, her mother had a heart attack and needed to be rush in the hospital. She was left with no choice but to take care of her step brother, whom soon after got attached to her. And when her mother died she took care of him. It was like taking care of her own child, Jom helped her to take care of her step brother. Soon after, Jom and Iya got engaged and soon got marriede.That is when Iya finally realizes the true meaning of life.

“If you think that you have been living in hell all your life, let me break that illusion for you,” Adrian said. He spoke slowly, his voice full of menace. “This place–this is true hell, right here, where I am. His statement, “In this place, death is not an escape, no matter how much you may yearn for it,” was enough to make the audience shudder, but all that tiny figure did was raise her lifeless, dull eyes. “Then help me, so I can remain here.” She replied, her voice barely above a whisper. ********************************** In a world ruled by loyalties and bloodlines, Kira, the first daughter of the strongest family in the American mafia, finds herself entangled in an unexpected twist of fate. She was betrothed since childhood to the second son of the Italian mafia’s don, due to a blood alliance between both families. She was raised alongside him and always considered him as her everything, while joyfully waiting for the day they would finally get married. To her, their love story was set in stone. However, on the day of the wedding, Kira's world as she knows it comes crumbling down when receives a shocking revelation — instead of her betrothed, a different groom appears at her wedding. And to top it off, he was dressed in a prison uniform. What happens when Kira finds herself thrust into the clutches of Adrian Vasillos the infamous ‘devil’ of the Italian mafia? Will she be able to navigate this world of danger, intrigue, betrayal, tested loyalties, and forbidden desires where she must come face to face with her deepest fears? Or will she finally discover the true meaning of love and get her happy ending? Read on to find out more in this twisted romance series…

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

Kaden - From the moment I saw her in the club, I knew she was mine. Everly the name is ingrained in my brain and in my heart. I, Kaden Richards, might be one of the four richest men in the Savannah area meaning I can have whatever I want whenever I want it, but she is proving hard to win. Everly with her red hair and bright baby blue eyes she is a vision. I can tell that she has trust issues and that her self confidence is next to nothing. After the night we spent together I knew that I was not letting her go. Eight weeks later she has all but vanished until that day. She was the last person I expected to walk through the door and into that meeting well that was until her business partners walked in right behind her, but that is another issue in itself. There was something different about her that day and from that moment on I knew that I was not letting her go again. Everly - He was the last person I expected to see in that meeting. I knew his first name but I should have known. I had never done anything like that before that night. There was just something about him that made me behave in a way that I never would have. He looked at me like I was the only woman in the club, but I knew that it was the . I had a couple of drinks but that was it so I couldn't even blame my behaviour on . I gave him my virginity that night and I don't regret it one bit. Now two months later and bam I am pregnant and don't know what to do. !

☆Glimpse☆ "Just forget whatever happened between us in these day's and burying it all move on in your life. I don't think whatever happened had any meaning or name but a mere mistake. Get back in your life and be happy with your fiance while I'll get back in my life as well. Bye!!", he read the letter and blood draws in his eyes. Never ever did he thought the beautiful dream he always fascinated and wished to be true will be nothing for her. She like a piece of tissue paper used me, played with my emotions, gave me hundreds of reasons to live and now asks to move on. Am I a bloody joke? Or my love is? "No... I won't let this happen. I won't let you move on so easily and forget whatever happened between us. You are mine and you need to know that. You can't get away from me so easily after all this!", he oaths. ____________________ I loved him from the time I was a teen and today when I have this opportunity to confess it I made it look like nothing. I named it as 'Nothing but a mistake' and now it's piercing my heart out. I can't even imagine a day without looking at him or taking his name but I asked him to stay away and move on. The letter I wrote was just to make things easy for him and I hope he does so. But still I wish a little in my heart that he doesn't and comes back to me, running in my arms. . . . ******** It's a story of two forbidden lover's, who are dying to be together but are bound in their own boundaries.

Ga-eul was born in the lowest class status in Joseon. He belonged to the cheonmin or vulgar commoners—like butchers, shoemaker, shamans, magicians, etc. He never had a real name since he was born. Ga-eul was the one that is use to call him because of it's literal meaning that a baby boy born during fall. His family earns a living by performing at town alleys and even in gisaeng's places—typically located near the center of a town. After the early death of their parents, Ga-eul was forced to work harder for him and his sister to survive. Being a performer is not enough that's why he was urged to enter the gisaeng—trained to be courtesans, a prostitute, especially one with upper-class clients—world even though he is a male. He knows that he has a soft heart like a woman but doesn't want to be one. The life of Ga-eul is indeed miserable and unfortunate. He is literally going crazy on how he can managed to send his sister into a hospital—who has a osteosarcoma—tumor in the bone. A huge amount of money is needed for his sister's recovery. One night, while having a mental breakdown, he went to the gisaeng house to plead for his advance payment but the head gisaeng threw him outside. He cried out but then, a nobleman in his 20s approach and asked him to come inside again. He never knew that the nobleman was also struggling in a problem. He thought that the nobleman was just like the other middle class people. He plead but the nobleman offer him a huge amount of money. All he need to do is to marry him. The money offered was extremely helpful to resolve his problem, but should he really let the nobleman buy him?

"It's time to consummate our Marriage" Roman said as he walked inside the room. "I am not interested" I said with fear as I stood up from his couch. "And why are you not interested?' he asked. "I am only giving my body to the man I love" I said curtly. "Really? We are married come on, I need to be inside my wife now" He said as he moved closer to me. "This room is not only decorated for decorating sake. It means something" he said as he got before me. "Come on, wifey, corporate tonight or else you will see the worst of me." He said on the bed as he clapped his hands, the door opened and men came in with boxes. They placed the boxes on the floor and went out. I looked at them with curiosity. "Irina, Have you ever heard of BDSM?" He asked. This is the first time he will call my name. But what's BDSM? He opened the boxes bringing out the items there. "No, what's the meaning?" I asked him with curiosity. "And what are you doing with ropes and wipes?" I asked again. "Have you ever even had ?" He asked angrily. I was quiet for sometime for sometimes, feeling shy. "No" I said hesitantly. "Your stupid father caged you your whole life, that's so stupid of him. We don't kill woman here, we only deal with men. He should have let you out" he said. "Don't ask me any questions again, your innocent is annoying, I promise. I hate naive girls"he scoffed. "Get on the bed" he commanded. "What?" I asked. "Get on the freaking bed, don't force me to help you in getting on the bed, "

"Call me sir." He demanded."What?" I heard it correct yet asked again to make sure did I hear correct? "Don't your thick head get things at once?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows without moving his gaze from mine. No way I am going to call him sir. Thick head! It's the second time he told that. What does he think of himself?I cleared my throat and spoke. "Firstly, I'm not going to call you sir. I'm not your slave to do so. And secondly, I don't have a thick head." I protested. "Slave? Seeing a word by its abbreviation." He quirked a brow. "Your thick head has a little knowledge in it." This time he inched more close while the corner of his perfect shifted to a smirk. Move back, Mister!"Yes, I do see a word by its meaning," I said, trying not to fall in his gaze. (S.I.R = Slave - I - Remain) He got closer and closer and stooped near my ear while keeping his hands on the table, either side of me. I could feel his brushing against my earlobe when he spoke in a low deep voice. "If you don't, I'll cancel this deal." 'No! I can't let this happen.'~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am either drown into the deep green sea or flew up into the bright blue sky, for sure I was lost in his blue-green eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time marched by days into months and months into a year. Everything in my life has changed but one thing remains the same. Years ago I would've never pictured my life the way it is now.

After being forced to marry a man she didn’t know to save her father’s business, Cassandra thought her life would change. But it didn’t. The marriage was married on paper that meaning nothing. After she married, she was still allowed to continue living as she wished. A year after her marriage, Cassie applied for a job at a big company that brought many changes to her life. That was when she discovered that her boss was a cold-blooded mafia who killed with his bare hands—the worst man she had ever met. Their first encounter happened when she accidentally walked into her boss’s room and caught him having sex with a woman. And to her shock, her boss turned out to be her husband—the man who hadn’t shown up on their wedding day. *** “Cassandra Ainsley Floyd?” Chris repeated the name, then looked up to see the woman standing in front of his desk. “Yes, Sir." “Are you married?” The question slipped freely from his lips as he waited for an answer. “No, Sir. I’m not married.” Her answer broke the silence between them. “Alright, you’re hired, Miss Floyd. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work as my secretary. Come in tomorrow morning, and my personal assistant will show you what you need to do.” As soon as Cassandra walked out of his office, Chris called his trusted person impatiently. “Yes, Christ?” “Do you still have my wife’s information? I’ve forgotten her name, but as long I remember, her last name is Floyd, isn’t she? I think she just applied for a job at my company without knowing I’m her husband. Interestingly, it seems she has a special relationship with my cousin.”