Fischl Voice Lines

"Marry me, Isabella. Not for love, but for survival." Alexander Steele’s offer is Isabella Moore’s only way out. Her fashion business is failing, her mother’s medical bills are piling up, and betrayal has left her broken. Bound by a fragile agreement, they step into a world of buried secrets and growing danger. The lines between trust and deception blur as old enemies resurface and hidden truths threaten to destroy everything. Can they fight through the lies and find love, or will their alliance shatter under the weight of betrayal?

Emily, a stunning 22 year old, was raised by her mother. She returned home from college for the summer, with plans to spend the holiday with her mom, an esteemed private chef in Los Angeles. But when her mother falls too ill to fulfill a high-profile summer job, She is forced to take her place. She never expected her summer to involve working for Liam Black,the city's most sought after bachelor. Will they blur the lines or keep things strictly professional? One summer job, everything changes…..

Cade Amata is a wealthy billionaire, known for his cool and distant mannerisms he finds himself involved in a contract marriage. Sloane Kane is a hot mess, somewhat clumsy, coffee addicted mafia princess. A dangerous assassin in her own right she is forced into a contract marriage in order to create an alliance. When Sloane discovers Cade's secret it only brings up more of her own. What connection do she and Cade have and why? An ancient curse, blood lines mingled, and a love that will bring the shadows to their knees.

"You belong to me, Cora," he said calmly as he eased in and out of my mouth with his hand wrapped around my hair in a painful grip, "you're mine to fuck, mine to punish, mine to break and the sooner you accept it, the better it'll be for you." "Fuck..." my words died in my throat as he started to fuck my mouth with reckless abandon and the pain and pleasure mixed into a horrifying combination that made heat pool in my core and sent a wave of arousal so strong to course through my entire body. ****** Cora has always had a perfect life until her life is upended by a the most feared Lycan King who takes her captive after killing her family for daring to cross him. Even as the Lycan makes her his slave and subjects her to the most inhumane treatment in the name of breaking her, the desire to avenge her family's death never for once stopped burning within in, even when the lines start to blur between passion and revenge. Kai feeds on the fear his strength and reign of terror spreads through the heart of all the werewolves. He has never met a werewolve that won't cower in his presence until Cora, an ordinary she-wolf who attempts to kill him on their first meet. He wants to break her to put her in her place but slowly, lines start to blur and he nursing feelings for the she-wolf who'd kill him even if that's the last thing she'd ever do.

(Dual-POV) Rae Poppy Howard Spencer is the figurehead of the Spencer family after the "untimely" death of her father, but the Spencer family is different than the Howard empire. The Spencers? Old money mafia. The Howards? Business entrepreneurs. Rae Spencer runs the Spencer family. Poppy Howard runs the Howard empire. It's a lot for her to juggle, but so is falling hard for her head of security. Talk about crossing lines with Leander Murphy, her Murphy, is supposed to keep her safe, not get in bed with the boss. But maybe, just maybe, some rules are meant to be broken.

Attractive and beautiful woman with most precious smile was Nina Fernandez. It was a well-known restaurant of the city and she was there with her friend, Sara. Nina was married to a small heighted but a very loving guy, Fernandez. They lived in a posh area of city. “I don’t believe in marriage; it is not more than a jail” the words shook her but more than that it was the voice which she could recognize among thousands. It was the voice of her ex- boyfriend, Oscar Hurt, who was with some classy looking lady. Nina was stunned to saw Oscar after 10 years.

"Help me tighten this?" Her voice trembles as she turns her bare back to the doorway. Calloused fingers brush her spine – but it’s not her stepmother. It’s Asher Voss, SU’s star quarterback and her new stepbrother, smirking in the mirror， "Next time you mistake me for Mom..." His breath scorches her ear. "...I’ll leave a real mark." To survive the sweltering New York summer before college, Wendy Wu makes a deal with Asher: Act like strangers once school starts. He’ll remain the untouchable quarterback; she’ll be just another exchange student. No eye contact. No acknowledgement. Ever. But when her father’s long hauls and her stepmother’s busy schedule force Asher into babysitting duty, the lines blur: In the kitchen, he catches her weeping over a shelter documentary and lifts her against his sweat-drenched chest. Garage doors rattle open – his grip tightens: "Hold on. Unless you want them to see you like this." At a party, her friend spots a cherry hair tie on his wrist before he drags her into a dark hallway: "You didn’t want to see me?" His whiskey-laced kiss brands her lips. "Yet your eyes undressed me all night." In a restaurant, a rival girl glares through the window. He traps Wendy’s thigh under the table， "Call me ‘brother’ and I’ll save you."  Their secret collapses. Wendy ends it, and he freezes her out in public， "Do I know you?" Until a rain-lashed night when Ahser, drenched and desperate, pins her to the wall， "Don’t tell me you do not regret the breakup" His teeth find her collarbone. "I have to admit it-- I miss you." Can a love forged in stolen touches survive the spotlight? Or will their step-sibling bond shatter them both?

"Just act like you’re my Luna,” he murmured, his silver-gray eyes piercing through my guarded resolve as he leaned closer, invading my space. “In return, I’ll make the ones who hurt you bend until they break.” His words sent a chill down my spine, their promise as intoxicating as it was terrifying. “What makes you think I’d take help from my worst enemy?” I blurted, forcing myself to meet his gaze despite his towering, domineering presence. Lucian’s lips curved into a smirk, but his voice dropped, dead cold. “Because, girl, we both know revenge doesn’t come from weakness. And you’re far too strong to die in their shadow.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, bitterness lacing the sound. “Whatever you say, Alpha Lucian. I’d be the biggest fool to trust the devil.” - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Alina’s world crumbled the day she caught her fated mate, the man she had sacrificed everything for, wrapped in the arms of her cousin. His rejection didn’t just shatter her heart; it destroyed her reputation, leaving her devastated and banished from the pack she once called home. When she was killed, she thought she had lost it all but it was far from it when she woke up to see her savior. Her old enemy –Alpha Lucian Blackwood. Lucian offers her a deal: pretend to be his Luna, and he’ll help her make those who wronged her pay. Desperate for justice, Alina agrees, but as they delve deeper into their dangerous arrangement, the lines between revenge and desire begin to blur. When her former mate begins seeking redemption, can she give up her first love, or will Lucian let her go? What happens when she gets hit with dark truths?

When an emotionally unstable teenager finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head.

Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.