Eyebrow Length Novels & Stories

So this is how the mate bond feels. A rush of energy, a pull like gravity tightening around us, and an almost maddening awareness of the other person. I wasn’t about to let it sway me though. Sure, the man in front of me is ridiculously perfect, but I wasn’t some love-struck fool who’d drop everything at the first spark of fate. I had a life, plans, and a fiancé waiting for me upstairs. I raised an eyebrow, forcing myself to stay calm even as my heart raced. “Take a number and get in line, sweetheart,” I said coolly, flashing the engagement ring on my finger in front of his gray eyes. “I’m otherwise occupied right now.” …Five years later, when I pushed the door open, my mate remained motion

When Cole Harrington ran away from our wedding for the seventh time because of his childhood sweetheart, the Harrington family personally came to apologize. "We'll add another five kilos of gold to the bride price. Three buildings in the Southwest. And nine prime-location storefronts in the city center. Consider it the Harrington family's compensation." Before the words had fully settled, a careless laugh from Cole came through the phone. "Grandpa, do you really think she's worth that much? Believe it or not, I could pick up a random rock off the street and still coax her into being completely obedient. "Instead of wasting all those assets on her, why not give them to me so I can invest

He raised one eyebrow and leaned down. "Is that a yes to my question or to my proposal?" His eyes were focused on my lips and I struggled to concentrate, but I nodded. "Yes." I looked into his eyes that were hazy with lust, and I nodded again. "It's a yes to the both of them." He tipped my face to him and pressed a hard kiss on my lips. "Good girl." He whispered. And as I shuddered at the praise, I had no idea I just sealed my fate with the devil. ~~~~~~ Kayla, twenty-two-years-old and a single mum, has only ever wanted to be loved, even though her parents never shared the same sentiments with her. But that changed when her boyfriend eloped, leaving her nineteen-year-old self

“I always had three golden rules: don’t kill unless it’s necessary, don’t mess with human trafficking, and never touch my sister.” — Leonard Romano. “I could ask for your permission, but I prefer asking for forgiveness… in hell, where we’ll next meet.” — Alexander Vicetti. “Forbidden never felt this good.” — Hazel Romano. Loyalty has rules. Love breaks them. I was never meant to exist in their world. Kept at arm’s length from crime and bloodshed, labeled too soft for the shadows that ruled my family, I grew up as something sacred among monsters—protected, ignored, untouchable. But darkness does not respect boundaries. It whispered promises of freedom, danger, and devotion—everyth

"You really think you can just walk into my dining room wearing a dress that tight and expect me to let my sons stare at you?" Arthur’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble, his large hand squeezing her thick thigh right under the table. Roxy swallowed hard, her face burning because she could literally feel the twins watching her every move, but she tried to keep her voice steady. "I... I didn't think it was that short, Arthur." "It’s not the length, sweetheart," Damian smirked, leaning against the doorframe while his eyes dropped straight to her heavy chest. "It’s just that he actually thinks he’s the only one who gets to touch." "Back the hell off, Damian," Leo growled, step

Kimberly Martins was a lovely and caring young lady who found herself in a terrifying situation. She is selfless and brave, risking her own life to save her mother's. She needed money, so she became a prostitute in a bar. What if she meets someone who make her understand how miserable she is and accepts that life is hard? Is it conceivable for her to adore him without end? What if a rich, conceited bachelor falls madly in love for the first time with an impoverished, young woman? And that he is willing to go to any length to make her happy, no matter how unlikely it may appear. Can he maintain his composure when it looks that everything is going wrong? Is he willing to put everyth

After closing a 100-million-dollar business deal, I dip into an ordinary-looking cafe by the street on a whim. "I'll have a cup of cappuccino, please." The waitress, who's immaculately dressed, rolls her eyes at me before sashaying toward me. In a fake, nasally tone, she says, "I'm sorry, but there aren't any servers here. I'm the owner of this place." She eyes me up and down before continuing, "The prices here are relatively high for regular people. Are you sure you want to order coffee from me?" I pause in the act of massaging my temple. Finally, I scan around the cafe. "Your cafe is nothing to look at. Are you saying that you're not going to serve regular people, then?" The owner's

The sound of footsteps fell on her ears, forcing her to turn around. Dhruv stood a few inches away, a white towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair as he ran a hand through it. When his eyes landed on her, they raked up and down her body and his eyebrow lifted while his lips formed a tiny frown. "What are you wearing?" He said tilting his head. He did not look pleased. "Your t-shirt," said Shanaya and rolled her eyes. "And who gave you the permission to wear it?" "You did yourself when you tore my dress into two pieces." His lips curved in delight at her words but returned back to normal soon enough. "Did I? I don't remember it." He shook his head.

"Get down on your knees and satisfy me, you filthy whore," he growled, his eyes burning with hatred. I went down on my knees, tears streaking my face, and took his full length into my mouth. "Mmm," he moaned shamelessly. * I've watched my father the leader of the Dark Scorpion Group plot revenge against the Timberwolf Pack, but his plans fail after the Timberwolf Pack attacked our little forest where we rogues lived. No lives were spared. None... except mine. I was meant to be executed in front of Kael, the Alpha King of the Timberwolf Pack. But then something unexpected happened. I turned out to be his mate... the one he’d been waiting for all these years. Tha

“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state." With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker. He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll