Ember Eyes

Elizabeth would still not believe her eyes as she stared down the contract she was about to sign her whole life to. She was the secretary to Cole , the rich billionaire who she had been working for for three good year. She had been the perfect robotic secretary, so it came as a shock to her when her boss suddenly tells her that he would like for her to get married to him, in a contract marriage. Beth was the only child fending for herself. And the money had been really enriching, so she decides to take on the job. It would hurt nothing. It was only perfect for Cole because he had to get married so he could prove to his business partners that he was serious enough, and was no longer the player he was rumoured to be. Hence, he approaches elle with a contract marriage. A marriage that was to last for ten good months. Just enough time to have sealed the contract. It was going to be satisfying on his own side, and he was not ready to get into a commitment.

Emily Watson is the next heiress to a multi-billionaire industry company. Instead of taking her fortune and next step as royalty, she let it all go for a man she fell in love with for 7 years. Little did she know that the 3 years of her marriage was going to be cold and distant. Her husband has never touched her since that night, her mother-in-law hates her. Her life was miserable. Yet, she linger on because she loves him. Even if she watched him from a distance, it was fine with her for he was her every breath. Until one day he divorce her to be with the woman he loves. What's this? The woman is pregnant. Heartbroken she left her husband and the home she had called for so many years. 6 months later she showed up at the biggest and grandest Watson's ball. There Emily stood, the next heiress to the multi trillionaire of the century. Her ex-husband, Joshua MacClare was shocked that the woman he have divorce have made him yearend for her. His heart was beating rapidly for her, his eyes followed her every movement, his breathing was unsteady as she was close to him. He gulped as he wanted her. Wanted her as his wife again. "We're divorced," said Emily. "No, we're not," said Joshua. "Huh?" questioned Emily. Joshua smiled at her and said, "On that night, a rainy night if you have forgotten, the documents were destroyed." "What?" asked Emily. "You see, you threw our divorce paper into the stormy rain. So, the rain have washed away our prints." Emily's breath quickened. "So, since there is no legible signatures on the divorce paper, we're never divorce." Emily backed away from him. Joshua walked over to her and said, "You're still my wife."

Walking through the hall, my wedding dress on when I heard them, my own mate with another. He was to mark me on our wedding night but instead I kicked the door open, my wolf pressing to the surface as she growled out in anger as he pushed the Omega to floor of the room. "I reject you Beta! I, Dahlia Selene Knight, reject you Beta Christopher Lee Parker because you are an absolute piece of shit!" I felt the tether snap, he went to reach for me but I swung my dress around, turning and running down the hall then out the doors and into the woods. Tears streaming down my face as I ran when I run smack into a wall. Wait, he isn't a wall. Before I fall back onto the ground strong hands wrap around my waist, stopping me instantly, looking up to see the most beautiful honey colored eyes I'd ever seen before. Alpha Damien Allister Diaz, the Alpha to our rival pack, known to be the most ruthless of Alphas, he lost his mate 5 years ago when she was delivering their baby. They both passed and he became a monster to all the bedtime stories told to young wolves. "What have we here? And all dressed up to get married I see. You wouldn't be Beta Parkers betrothed now would you?"

"Who thought this day would come so soon when…." He uttered, peering into her grey eyes which were aggressively shedding tears of pain and hatred. "Aereza Kensley would get willing to submit herself to me so easily," a sinful grin formed on his face as his ember orbs roamed all over her naked body which she had stopped covering. Getting to his feet, he walked closer to her. Standing just before her, he clutched a tendril of her hair and witnessed that hatred blazing in her watery eyes for him. "Why this much hatred when you have willingly come here to give yourself to me, bellissima?' his hoarse voice turned dangerously amiable. He knew she had come here to submit herself to him just because of her grandmother's life and safety which was captured in his hand. "Get on my bed and spread your legs wide for me,"She clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, hearing him whispering those words in her ear. Fresh wave of tears filled her eyes. He watched her obediently getting on his bed and laid there while opening her bare and trembling legs for him. His grin turned more sadistic as his gaze devoured her nakedness before climbing on top of her. He found her eyes were tightly shut. "Won't you look at me with those fearless eyes of yours anymore?" He whispered against her mouth before clutching her jaw aggressively. Forcing her head upward, he finally saw her tears burning eyes glaring at him. "You will forget about this hatred of yours for me after this night, bellissima," he cooed against her mouth, pinning her both hands above her head. Their eyes remained fastened with each other, pressing their naked bodies against each other. "And this is just its beginning, mate,"

Kathryn Michaels is a country bumpkin with an honest personality. She's also a timid woman who tends to make careless mistakes at work. Just one glare can easily make her burst into tears. Chris Albert is the most well-known man in Harborlean. He's a cruel and bloodthirsty man with a penchant for brutal and inhuman methods. No woman dares to pine after him even though he's blessed with gorgeous looks. Unexpectedly, a woman actually manages to sneak into his room and sleep with him while he's drunk! Just as Chris scours the world for the mysterious woman, he realizes that his secretary is putting on more weight each passing day. With a dark expression on his face, he coaxes, "Tell me, Kathy. Were you the woman from that night?" Kathryn meets the dangerous man's eyes before shrinking away from him in fright. "N—No!"

(Kindly read the prequel LOVING THE MAFIA BOSS for the better understanding of these characters) Naomi never thought her life is going to change when she fell in love with Nicholas. He's everything that she shouldn't desire. He's forbidden but when Nicholas sets his eyes on her; needed her no matter what, she couldn't escape his efforts to procure her when she wants him as well. How Naomi is going to escape this charming nightmare that kept showing up every single night and took away her sleep? Or is she going to embrace it in the end?

I'm discovered by a man who's gone fishing early in the morning. I'm caught on his hook, but he can't pull me up, no matter how hard he tugs. He comes closer to see me floating in the water and is terrified. He runs off to call the police, leaving his fishing pole behind. When the police get me out of the water, I'm hanging on by a thread. Even the doctors who participate in my rescue think they can't save me. When they call my husband and tell him to come sign some forms, he tells me he doesn't have time for that. He's busy making a hot drink for his true love, who has a cold. Later, he bawls his eyes out and begs me to spare him another glance.

“She is to be my slave.” He says, dropping the bomb before gripping my chin tightly and forcing me to face him. “Do you have a problem with that, princess?” I try not to flinch from the pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But I fail to hide the obvious hate for him in my eyes. I hate him for killing the love of my life. He chuckles and tightens his hold on my chin. His eyes flash red momentarily before returning to their normal grey and I tremble from fear. He looks at me like he wants to destroy my very soul but I don't drop my eyes as I glower at him spitefully. “Glare at me all you want, little bunny. From now on, I'm your master.” He smirks. I don’t know how I got here. I fell from riches to rags when I became a slave to the ruthless, dangerous, and cruel Lycan king overnight. He killed my fiancé, threatened my father, the Alpha king, and destroyed my life, turning me into a pauper and a slave pet when I was born a princess. He wanted me to be his breeder and give birth to his mini Lycan babies. This man was my worst nightmare and I was afraid of him. But can someone explain to me why when I'm close to him, I feel like my body is about to explode into a thousand pieces? He’s my enemy and I should find an opportunity to kill him to avenge my fiancé but why do all the cells in my body burn for him, wanting him close when I should loathe him and try my best to run away from him?

He pinned my hands above my head and leaned in, his husky whisper smiled beside my ear. “Your husband will never come back. You used him as an excuse to push me away. But now, I get it. You are playing hard to get, and I am more than pleased for a lovely chase. Eyes on the prize, love!” ... Helena’s world turned upside down with the rejection and betrayal of her husband, Alpha Zayden’s false accusations. After escaping that hell, she swore to hide her pregnancy and never look back in her painful past. Helena rebuilt her life as a successful jewelry designer, her four-year-old twins were the only asset of her life. Whereas Alpha Zayden was driven to the edge of insanity while searching for his wife, his soul consumed by regret. But would he be able to seek her forgiveness? What if Helena was courted by her boss, an influential lycan official? Would that worthy opponent steal his love for good?

“Don’t do something you regret later, baby doll.” His breath was fanning against my neck. As if some electricity has run down to my spine, I shuddered at his imagining touch. “I have regretted way too much of my stupidity. Now I want to think wisely.” Controlling my running heartbeat, I spoke without cracking a voice. “Fair enough. I will wait for your wise and right decision, sugar.” Saying, he detached his body and looked into my eyes. This time, his eyes were cold. The eyes used to be held warmth for me now have something I can’t pin-point. ‘Why am I getting the feeling something is off?’