Gi Hun Staring Novels & Stories

Stanley Hamilton and I were basically Southport's favorite hate-watch couple. For Elodie—my oh-so-perfect adopted sister—he wrecked my company and had my parents thrown in prison. I, in turn, drove Elodie to her death, making him watch as she jumped off a rooftop. Our forced marriage? Just a slow ride from mutual disgust straight into mutual destruction. Then came the car explosion. Stanley, who'd hated me forever, still used his last breath to shove me out of the blast. "Vivienne Weston, one lifetime tangled with you is enough. If there's a next one, let's never meet." He touched the tattoo of Elodie's name on his neck, smiling faintly as the flames took him. After he died, I wandered through life half-dead myself until illness finished the job. When I woke up in the past, staring at two betrothal contracts, I didn't hesitate—I picked the guy everyone swore was insane. Stanley and my dad? I handed them right back to Elodie. This time, I wanted no meetings, no memories, no strings. Ever again.

I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate. She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?" I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father." She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her. Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

Amara always had a difficult life. She lost her mother when she was just a one year old baby. Her stepmother and stepsister made her life hell. Amara thought her mate would heal all her pain and suffering, the one whom the Moon Goddess chose for her. Then the infamous Alpha Magnus Stormborn walked through her door. Powerful, dominant, and perfect — her mate. Amara felt it when their eyes collided. The mate bond pulled her into him, but he looked at her like she was nothing. The worst part was that he came as her stepsister's fiancé. Heartbroken, Amara saw them together. The way Magnus’s eyes softened when Chloe spoke has always brought her pain. Amara wanted to reject him, but Magnus denied the rejection. His behavior made no sense. Sometimes she caught him staring at her. He knew she was his mate, then why was he doing that? Did he have his own reasons, or was he just making her a fool? Everything about this infamous Alpha was shady, and Amara wanted to see his real face.

One silly dare in a crowded club. One clumsy puff of his cigarette. One choking cough that turned innocent giggles into something dangerous. Grace thought she was just playing a game with her friends. She never expected the man in the shadows, the one with the cold eyes and the lighter that flicked like a promise, would watch her every second after that. Adrian Valente doesn’t chase women. He claims them. Ruthless mafia king. Owner of the night. The kind of man who makes rooms go silent when he walks in, whose name alone is a warning carved in fear. She ran back to her table laughing. He stayed seated, cigarette forgotten, staring at the spot she’d left like she’d stolen something vital from his chest. Now he knows her name. Her laugh. The way her cheeks flush when she’s embarrassed. And Adrian Valente never forgets what belongs to him. One dare started it.One look sealed it. She has no idea the devil just decided she’s his. And devils don’t let go.

“Trying to seduce me?” He asked, stepping into her personal space. She gulped. Why was he so sexy and looking at her like that, besides she was only in her towel and there was nothing underneath. That made her more insecure and scared. Scared that she would fall into his arms out of need. He caressed her cheek with one hand, “Can't answer me?” He muttered huskily, staring deep into her eyes. She blinked her eyes, “No, I-I didn't know the door was open,” He smirked, "Are you sure, because your body says differently,” “Uhm… I…” He suddenly leaned in closer, bringing his mouth to her ear, “If you're trying to seduce me next time, leave the towel in the bathroom.” She shuddered. *************************** Alva Garcia got arranged in a cold marriage with a sexy hot man, Jaxon Smith, who happens to be the new successor of his father's biggest internet company in America. What happens when two billionaires are arranged together in a marriage with plenty of secrets and emotions going on within them, will they be able to unveil it or act up until they depart from each other?

“I love you” I whispered and he went rigid, his head snapped up and his blue eyes darkened. “Don’t you ever say that” he growled, clenching his fist “Why?” I asked and held his hand, he averted his gaze, staring at his former love grave. “I can’t love” he said, “I am just a zombie, My heart died with her years ago” Arthur said, pointing at the grave, he looked at me studying my face, “Just don’t say that again please” “It’s okay” I said softly, “But it just don’t change the fact that I love you. And I am ready to be a good wife” I said, Arthur gaze hardened. “That’s your problem,” Arthur said, “I don’t want you to say that, and know your place” His statement hurt, but I faked a smile, and he nodded and walked away, I stared at his lover’s grave and dropped my necklace on it. Maybe she was worthy to wear that more than I.

The wind blows to give a sign that the blue moon goddess has appeared in the night sky. Gisella froze when she saw what was in front of her."She killed your sister, this human. why are you just silent?" snapped a woman with knee-length black hair"I, I don't understand what you're talking about?. I didn't kill anyone," argued Grisella. she was stunned because the blue-eyed man was staring at her nowThe wolf's howling was then heard clearly, singing along to accompany the night's silence amidst the lush forest."What are you waiting for, she's a heartless human being," insisted that woman again. Gaze at Grisella with hate. Meanwhile, the blue-eyed man, with fur that had appeared all over his body, was silent."I can not," said the man with blue eyes began to voice, "I can not. She's my mate," repeated the man in his sad voice."What? She who killed your brother, how could she, your mate? You choose her, or your clan?" repeated the woman. What is the man's answer ????

“I-I Denise Soleil Shadowstone, r-reject you as my mate,” she uttered candidly, lowering her head. Cole’s eyes widened in disbelief, “Repeat! Say it again!” Gentle clasps turn into possessive ones, waking up the dominant Alpha in him. “How dare y—” “I reject you,” she firmly said. Facing him with a full decision and denial of their mate bond makes Cole rage furiously in anger. Grasping tightly on her shoulders, he pinned her to a tree. During their staring contest, Denise saw how Cole’s eyes turned red. Then out of a sudden, her eyelids closed like its intentionally shut down by him. The last she felt was her own body collapsing, held by those cold arms of his. Denise Soleil Shadowstone, with her ambition of becoming the first female alpha, would take the risk. Independent woman that swears to never ever be needing a man in her life. For the war they must win, will she learn to accept their mate bond? Can love change her principle? In a war of truth and deceptions, unexpected twists and turns, would you step in?

She broke into his world to expose him. He tied her to his bed to claim her. When Justina Ashes sneaks into billionaire Carson Wills’ penthouse, she expects to leave with stolen secrets not wrists bound in silk and a ruthless man staring into her soul. Carson is powerful, magnetic, and dangerously obsessive. To the world, he’s untouchable. But in private, he hides a secret that could cost him everything. The little boy he calls his nephew is his son and he’ll do anything to keep him. Justina should hate him. After all, he’s the man she blames for her family’s ruin, the man she was sent to destroy. But hate burns into desire, desire into obsession, and soon she’s tangled in a web of lies, lust, and forbidden longing. Their deal is simple,a fake marriage to save his child. But their hearts? Anything but simple. When secrets explode her hidden identity as his best friend’s sister, his hidden son their passion becomes the most dangerous game of all. In a world of money, power, and silk ties, can love survive the truth?