Gojo Satoru Eyes

***BRATVA WOLVES: BOOK 1*** Kai is known as the Beast Of New York, Russian Mafia leader and Alpha of the Blood Crest pack - and he's come to claim Caterina as his mate. Betrayed on her wedding day by her own family, then mated to the Alpha of an enemy pack, Caterina wonders if she was born under a bad moon. Terrible rumours surround Kai and his pack of bloodthirsty wolves, but as Caterina gets to know her mate better and realises that he is not the monster he is made out to be. So what exactly turned Kai into the beast he's known as? And why does the mention of prophecies seem to anger him more and more? *** He sniffs the air, then his blue eyes meet mine and shimmered that deep crimson again. As soon as our eyes meet, I feel something similar to a string pulling taut. My core throbs with a need I have never felt before as his eyes bore into mine. My heart pounds like a drumline in my chest, so loud that I am sure he could hear it. He bares his fangs in a delicious, devious grin and walks towards me, his stare knocking the wind out of me. It takes everything in me to not go to him and throw myself at his feet in submission. What was this? Why did I feel attracted to him, even when he had just ripped a young Betas throat out? He then lifts his hand and points to me. “I've come to claim my mate.” His words brought me back to reality at a screeching halt. HIS WHAT?! Book 1 - Alpha Kai Book 2 - Konstantin: The Heartless Beta

Kellina is a priestess wolf blessed with cold white hair and blue eyes while Rogan is soon to be the Alpha of the Pack. Both are close to their birthday when they will discover their true selves and possibly their mate but meeting weeks before their birthday can this new love survive their new wolves, the pack, the high priestess's wishes, and end up together...What else could be threatening them?

The whole world knows that Rachel Saffron is Matt Quillon's and Sean Coal's true love. My best friend, Winnie Hamilton, and I are merely substitutes for Rachel. It seems like I'm the love of Matt's life, and Winnie is the only woman Sean has ever had eyes for. However, we both know this is nothing but an act.

~He felt chills run down his stomach but he wasn’t going to budge, His icy sliver eyes looked right back at her fierce green eyes "I don’t need your money!” He says and squeezes the cheque till it shredded, She glanced at the now torn cheque and back at him "Fine!” She muttered with disdain and attempted to jerk her arm free but he held on tighter “I will find you! And this time You will dance to my tune!" He says and she smirked "Wouldn’t you like to see that!" She says and jerked her arm free, Her eyes leaving his as she looked at Judy who seemed confused as to what she just witnessed Reed watched as Rielle walked back into her car and the car sped off. He meant every word, He will find her and she would dance to his tune!~ A Ruthless robber, A high class thief, The city of Cunningham's nightmare, Only interested in the wealth of the rich and famous, Born from a prostitute mother and mafia father. Causing havoc all over the city, Her victims do not have the privilege to see her face and for this she is called THE MASKED GIRL Detective Reed Parker, An handsome, smart and witty man with the looks to go with it, He graduated top of his class in the police academy. He is not only handsome but extremely intelligent too. He gets sent to Cunningham to solve the mystery behind the masked girl. Only that he would be solving more than the mystery of theft when matters of the heart surfaces. Would Rielle draw Reed into her life of crime and deceit? Or Would Reed make Rielle give up her life of crime ?

Abigail was pinned on the wall by a strong man, and she felt a sharp pain in her arms. “Let go of me. You are hurting me.” Tears started accumulating in her eyes, but she still stubbornly looked at the man’s eyes in a challenging way. The man leaned over her. Their faces were inches away, and his hot breathing was fanning on her cheeks. There were many emotions in his deep green eyes which Abigail couldn’t decipher. After a span of silence, Charles opened his mouth and said, “You are not going anywhere. You are now mine; mine to love, and mine to torture.” ………….. Charles Shaw is the assistant of Aidan Thompson, the CEO of Thompson’s and Co. But he eventually turned out to be the heir of a multi-billionaire business empire. While working under Aidan, he encountered Abigail Mills, the fiancee of Aidan. Abigail loved Aidan for five years, and she always dreamed to be his wife, but Aidan treated her only as a trophy to be decorated in his house. She was gorgeous, perfect to be the daughter-in-law of the Thompson family. He was a workaholic, never had time for Abigail. Whenever she asked him to accompany her, he sent Charles in his place. Initially, Abigail hated Charles. She didn’t want his face, but Charles couldn't refuse his boss, and he quietly followed Abigail, despite his unwillingness. Eventually, they both started developing feelings for each other but never expressed it. Meanwhile, Charles learned about the conspiracy of Aidan against Abigail. He wanted to tell her about it, but before that, he was stabbed and burnt to death by Aidan and his men. Everyone thought that he died, but he came back after one year with a new identity to take revenge.

"It's a pity you can't talk," he leaned closer, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down my spine. I pushed him away, my hands trembling with fear. He shifted back almost immediately, his eyes narrowing as he stared down at me like I had done something outrageous. I looked around frantically, trying to communicate with him. But my gaze fell on space, and I realized that I was alone with this stranger in a desolate, unfamiliar room. My eyes scanned the room again, weakly, searching for any clue, any hint of what was going on. But there was nothing. Just as I was starting to feel desperate, his face appeared before me again, making me startle. I jerked back, my heart racing, as he asked, "What are you looking for? Wouldn't you like to know about me?" My fist shook as I gestured to him, trying to convey that I wanted to write, that I needed a paper and pen to communicate. His eyes widened as he stared at me, a look of surprise crossing his face. "You...you're not scared of me?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. ******** Sage, an omega in the Moonstone Pack, is rejected by her best friend and lover on her coronation day. After being accused of cheating on her lover. No matter how she tried to explain she was innocent she wasn't heard. Instead, he banished her out of the pack and decided to go for his real fated mate. But things change for Sage when she is saved by the alpha beast, the one alpha no other pack wants to cross down to his territory. The one alpha everyone calls a Beast.

" What about her?" His inquire came out softly and lazy. Ayla's eyes suddenly contracted fiercely and rolled to her brain! She thought she might collapse any moment from now! No! She can't be known! Her identity can't be revealed! The senior nun must not reveal my identity! " Errr......that's Ayla, the wolfslayer's daughter." Damn! The atmosphere dropped to a freezing point and Alpha Darius felt his lips twitched for a second. He looked back at the senior nun, snapping his brows coldly and back at Ayla, whose legs was already trembling violently. " You mean Morgan and Arnold's daughter?" He hissed, finding it hard to believe. " Yes." The senior nun replied. " We found her not too long when her father was set ablaze." Darius unexpectedly chuckled dryly, and his eyes lowered. " The slayer's daughter hun?" He approached Ayla even closer, gazing at her keenly like she was his prey and he lifted her chin, allowing her nervous dim eyes to met his. " Then, I guess my bride is in front of me." ****** A war was coming and it is predicted there might be no survivors. With this, Darius, a heartless, dangerous and crazy Alpha king of the Crimson moon, who was feared by all, set to get a bride who would give him an heir. Their pack was cursed, making it impossible. This led them to a downtown church, where ladies are sold like slaves and nuns, to seek bride. However, he encountered the least person he thought! The daughter of the wolves slayer's? This was going to be fun! But would something change between Ayla's hatred for the wolves and Darius vengeance on Ayla? What would fate write for them?

The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins. When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks. "It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself. I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor. "The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself." She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod. Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!" In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out. I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"

“I Do” hearing those two words coming from him breaks my heart into million pieces again. I lost him forever. Everything is happening infront of me. I closed my eyes and started thinking about our memories and trying to forget them forever. Then we heard “No!” shocking each and one of us. But who cares, He said “I Do”…

His sinful hands traveled to her waist as she looked at him; her breath hitched as he traced her belly button “You are so vulnerable right now,” his gaze landed on the gunshot wound on her chest, just between her breasts. The fact that she was not wearing a bra right now was very distracting. Even with the scar she was so beautiful. “So are you,” he whispered keeping the gun in her hands. The heat of their graze did not help with the hot atmosphere of the room; this was deadly. “We can’t deceive both agencies,” her murmur was soft, unlike the sound of his harsh breathing. “We can, we will,” He looked straight into her eyes as her lips trembled. So unlikely of the girl she was. “It's a matter of two countries,” she whispered, her last straw against him, she knew she would give up if he had an answer to this. That she would let go of the lust suffocating her insides after this. “It's a matter of two hearts,” her eyes snapped to his immediately. “I can't seem to forget the little girl who took a bullet for me,” He said as her lips parted in shock. “You… knew?” she could not form more words. He could not find himself to answer anything else than a nod, he was deceiving her in the name of love. ‘Ya Allah, why do I have to do this?’ she asked her god taking her eyes away from him for a second. “It's the matter of two hearts, two bodies, two souls…” and two deceivers, the word they both so wanted to add but couldn’t. “Have me,” He whispered. “Take me,” she obliged In which she deceived him before he could deceive her