Fates Hands Spare

She was struggling to wake up from her sleep though she's aware that it's a new day. She was yawning, stretching her hands when she felt a slight pain underneath, she placed her hands to the place the pain was coming from when she felt something watering.

The Seelie Royal Council rules the Elphame Fae Realm with an iron grip, their hunger for wealth and power never satisfied. Princess Leora, once heir to the throne, now lives in exile among humans—a warrior forced to hide her strength, a born leader reduced to invisibility. The Human Realm holds her captive as surely as any dungeon. When Yaris Winterborn and Connor Andor received their assignment, they understood the stakes. Soul-brothers forged since childhood, they alone were trusted to retrieve the princess and return her to an Elphame now unrecognizable from the kingdom of her childhood memories. Dodging assassins' blades has a way of forging bonds. As the three navigate ancient prophecies and buried truths, unexpected heat flares between them—something far beyond mere attraction. Their intertwined fates may be exactly what the legends foretold... or the spark that ignites Elphame's final conflagration.

“Don't come closer. There is no way I will let you have me again” he pulls him even closer, ignoring every word Reece just spilled. As always his signature grin on his face. He was so close in a way Reece could feel his warm breath and the strong smell of alcohol on his breath. His grip tightened around his ass giving it a little squeeze. “Hmm,” a little moan escapes Reece’s throat. He quickly held his hands over his mouth preventing further provocation. He was hard again, the man before him realized a trump smile. Reece may fight and talk trash, but for some reason, he obeys the man's every touch and provocation. He was like a lap rat in the hands of his abuser. The hands around his waist gently loosened up, letting him free, but before he could register what was happening, his hands slid down into his jeans ``no.. not again!!!

“You got commitment issues?” Teyana whispered, her hands were electrifying his body, struggling with his inner self he spoke up. “Well, I'm tryna fix that for you.” Teyana smiled, licking his earlobe as her hands moved upwards to his chest. “If you’re waiting for the day that I’ll say I love you, I just can’t.” Neil scoffed as he stopped her hands from going further. “And yet my touch makes your body shake like I make you nervous.” Continue reading to enjoy this forbidden love romance between Teyana and Neil…

Iris Hartley has spent her entire life as the spare daughter, invisible in the shadow of her beautiful half-sister Felicity. So when Felicity disappears two hours before her wedding to billionaire CEO Dominic Laurent, Iris does what she's always done: she steps in to clean up the mess. The plan is simple. Walk down the aisle, say the vows, save her family's company. Three years of marriage on paper, then freedom for everyone. But Dominic Laurent didn't build an empire by missing details. He knows his bride isn't who she claims to be. And when he discovers the truth, he gives Iris an ultimatum: prove she can be useful to him, or he'll expose the fraud and destroy both their families. What Dominic doesn't expect is that the replacement wife is brilliant, brave, and nothing like the woman he agreed to marry. And Iris never imagined that being chosen second could feel like being chosen first. Sometimes the wrong bride is exactly right.

In a twist of fate, a contractual employee at Ainsley Enterprise, Iliana Davis, finds herself entangled in a one-year contract marriage with Asher Ainsley, the sole heir of the prestigious Ainsley lineage. The arrangement aims to thwart Asher's impending union with Zosia Thornton, granddaughter of the Ainsley Enterprise's long-standing business partners, the Thorntons. The clandestine marriage becomes public after a month, leading to the cancellation of Asher's engagement with Zosia. Unexpectedly, the Ainsley patriarch, Edward, welcomes Iliana into the family, forcing Iliana and Asher to play their part as a couple for two years or until Edward's passing. The patriarch harbors a terminal illness, and they opt to spare him the news of an imminent divorce. Upon Edward's death nearly a year later, the couple moves forward with their planned separation, only to discover an unexpected twist in Edward's will. Iliana received half of the Ainsley family assets as well as a testamentary trust. Iliana, raised in an orphanage, is the real granddaughter of the Ainsleys. The shocking revelation uncovers an accident twenty years ago that led to their current situation, reshaping her destiny in unforeseen ways.

A handsome yet pale-looking man suddenly appeared in front of Celestine. A vampire! That's what she thinks when she saw his pointed fangs. She was about to run to save her life but the vampire quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Where are you going, Lady?" he asked her in a dangerous tone. "P-Please, d-don't kill me. I'm willing to do anything just spare my life," Celestine begged the vampire, her body trembling in fear of the ruthless creature in front of her. "Really?" the vampire smiled, his fangs shows up and it only makes Celestine frightened even more. "Then be my slave!" Unwilling to die, Celestine agreed to become the vampire's slave. But she didn't expect that she will fall in love with him. And thus, they started a vampire-human relationship. But she becomes the target of another powerful vampire because she was the weakness of Trevor, which she discovered awakened because of her blood. Now, she will not only face Trevor's enemies but also needs to face her father who hated Trevor for many years.

Just because I post one picture with my younger brother, Lucas Gambino, his girlfriend Betty Gotti decides I'm the other woman. She rolls up to my place with her crew, live‑streaming the whole thing while they tear it apart. "Look at this puttana trying to steal my man!" Betty shouts to the camera. "She's got the face to flirt, but not the spine to admit it! Give me ideas, chat—I'll teach her some respect." Those psychos destroyed everything. My jewelry, my designer clothes, my bags… they didn't spare a thing. Not even the ring my parents left me. Then, with the viewers egging her on, Betty crossed the line. She had her girls strip me bare on stream. Her chat was going wild, donations pouring in—until my brother saw it. When Lucas kicked in the door to pull me out, I looked at him through eyes that burned. "Dump the girlfriend," I told him. "Or you can forget about ever being the Don."

On Father's Day, I received a heartwarming gift. My one-year-old son called me Dad for the first time. But moments later, he convulsed, foamed at the mouth, and died before we could reach the hospital. My wife was shattered, and I was devastated. The doctors couldn't identify the cause of his death. Three years later, my wife emerged from her grief, and we welcomed our second child. But the moment this child called me Dad, they, too, died instantly. To spare her further pain, I suggested adoption. Yet, even our adopted children met the same fate. Unable to bear the losses, my wife divorced me. Everyone said I was cursed, never meant to be a father. Defiant, I remarried and had another child, vowing never to let them call me Dad. For years, we adhered to this rule. But when our daughter turned four, she came home from preschool, eager to celebrate Father's Day. Holding a card, she read aloud, "Dad."

"W-who are you?" I asked looking up to meet the dark figure, but he didn't say anything. I slowly move my hands up to the figure's face until I am feeling the slight stubble on my hands, and in an instant, the yellow eyes glisten at me in the moonlight. I jump pulling my hands away from his face, my heartbeat increasing by the minute."P-please d-don't hurt m-me." I plead as I close my eyes. Instead, he pulls me closer into his embrace, nuzzling his head onto my neck, "I could never hurt you." he finally says and with that my body eases.