Hissed

"Who are you?" hissed Amanda." Who am I? That's not important!" said the man."What are you doing in front of me, then?" hissed Amanda in her curt voice."I want you with me. On my bed!" The man whispered without any guilty face." In your dreams, Sir!" hissed Amanda. While the man just smiled crookedly responding to the treatment which he thought challenging."Let's see! This is a good start, Amanda."

"Stop being a desperate child." He hissed, yanking his hand away from her. "No. I won't, not until I'm satisfied." Afterall she was lusting over the man who was her teacher and twice her age. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In which a younger girl succumbs to the ruthless mafia king.

"Here she comes, witch!" She hissed before throwing a beautiful black dress at me. I hurriedly grab it before it could land on the floor. She might find fault in that and end up starving for making the dress fall on the floor. Not only for a day but might go on for weeks. I was tempted to ask her what's the dress for but she beat me to it. "Go to your room now and change into this. Your husband to be and his mom will be visiting soon" "W... What?!!!"

I was pinned against the wall, his handsome face getting closer and closer to me. I focused my attention on his grey eyes, which were cold and menacing. I gasped when he tightened his grip on my hands above my head. His intimidating demeanor was undoubtedly frightening. But I was not ready to give in. I squirmed and grunted out, “Let me go.” “You are not allowed to tell me what I should do,” he hissed dangerously. “I do as I please,” he hissed threateningly. "And this... you and I. I'll decide whether or not to leave you." ----------------- Molly Sanders, an ambitious and independent woman, had been in love with Lance since she was a child. She had always wanted to be his wife, but Lance had never shown any interest in her. Molly was overjoyed when the elders of the family arranged their marriage and assumed Lance would start liking her soon. Everything began to fall apart when she realized he only had one woman in his heart. She was devastated and sought a divorce. When they finally parted ways, Lance approached her and asked her to return to him. Molly, who was already tired of his arrogance and domineering attitude, didn’t want to keep in touch with him. But how could she ignore him when he was so determined to reclaim her? Could Molly ever forgive him for his past actions and take him back? Or will they stay apart forever?

“Who said Lucas could have all the pretty ones?” he said and I immediately flinched from his touch. “I belong to Lucas” I hissed but he gave a small laugh “All that is Lucas’ will be mine” he whispered close to my ear and I immediately stepped out of his ring and walked away without looking back. A night of fiery passion, an accidental marking and a secret pregnancy puts Jessica at risk but what happens when the trouble comes from the man who placed her in family's way? Now she's on the run with the secret baby of her ex best friend and newest enemy

“Get away from me,” I hissed, gripping the knife tighter. His gaze flicked down to the blade, then back to me, a slow, amused smile curving his lips. “A knife?” he said softly, tilting his head. “Are you perhaps flirting with me?” I gritted my teeth. The asshole was enjoying this — every fucking second of it. ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ When Leah got home early from work, she was hoping for one thing — to fix what was left of her relationship with Daniel. Instead, she walked in on him in the arms of another woman. Heartbroken and humiliated, she stormed out, blind with tears… and straight into the path of an oncoming car. But death wasn’t the end for Leah. No! Death was actually the beginning.

The Banished Alpha Heir x The Hybrid Vampire Princess Mate! Lucas cackled, high and insane in his mind. Our mate!! Daphne shrieked as the wolf leaped at her and tackled her to the ground. She stared up at the wolf looming over her, frozen in terror. She hissed at the pain in her neck as he removed its paw from her throat and stepped back just a bit. He growled, low and almost tender, “Mate.” Oh goddess, he was looking for his mate? He was going to kill her. “P-Please don’t k-kill me…” She pleaded, “P-Please, I…” The wolf flinched and trembled, “No. No. I wouldn’t-- Never-- I’m sorry…”

“Never forget, baby” she hissed, lips inches from mine, “you’re mine. You belong to me and only me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine.” --- Stanley is just a broke college nerd working two jobs to survive. She’s the Bratva Queen who flew across continents just to meet the boy she was promised—only to tell him he couldn’t have her. But the moment she saw him, everything changed. Now, she needs him. Wants him. Even if he fights. Even if she has to break him. And Stanley? He’s nothing but a pawn in a game he doesn’t understand… What can he do?

I transmigrated into a trashy, tragic romance as the vicious side character. By the time I arrived, the story had already reached its ending. I had caused the female lead to lose her SAT opportunity, and my two older brothers forced me to my knees. My eldest brother, Lucas Sherman, beat me mercilessly with a stick. He hissed, "Slap yourself 1000 times before you can get up." My older brother, Charlie Sherman, threw a bottle of pesticide at me. He spat, "Someone as vicious as you should just die." I let out a cold laugh and picked up the pesticide bottle, downing it in one gulp. Lucas and Charlie turned pale with shock. "Are you insane? You actually drank it!"

Saphira Vale built her empire alone—until a ruthless rival threatened to destroy it. Enter Caelum Drayke: billionaire, enemy, and her only way out. His solution? A marriage of convenience. Six months. No love. No strings. But fake kisses ignite real sparks, and playing his perfect bride blurs every line. In his world of power and secrets, falling for him might be the most dangerous deal of all. --- “Smile, Saphira,” Caelum murmured, his hand firm on my waist as cameras flashed. “You’re insufferable,” I hissed through my perfect grin. He leaned closer, lips brushing my ear. “You wanted protection. This is the cost.” Then he kissed me soft, commanding, dangerous. It was supposed to be for show. It didn’t feel that way. Across the gala, Lucien’s smirk promised trouble: “Let the games begin.”