Ineffective Breathing Pattern

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.

"This wasn't the deal," Reid whispered. His breathing was erratic as he pressed his back against the wall, clenching his fists. "We could make a new one," Killian smirked, trailing his thumb on Reid's lips... "Probably after this kiss." ~~ Bad boy Reid McKenzie will go to jail after being charged with murder. His mother wouldn't be willing to help him; he has ruined their reputation enough and is ready to let him rot behind bars; following the wishes of her second husband, she would wash her hands of Reid for good. But fate intervenes when a mysterious stranger, Killian appears. He offers Reid a deal; Freedom in exchange for a dangerous task. However, Killian's true intentions are far from benevolent. As a powerful demon, he sees Reid as a pawn in a sinister game. With each passing moment, Reid must decide whether to trust the enigmatic stranger or face the consequences of his actions.

Hunter was back, but this time, everything was different. With their biggest threat breathing down their necks, Kyra, Hunter, and Caleb will be tested like never before. At first, Kyra believes she can build a life with both of the men she loves, but it proves to be more difficult than she could have imagined. It's a race against time as she tries to help Hunter regain his memories. Being torn in two different directions, everything gets put on the line. Hunter's memories hold the key to their survival. Just when Kyra believes it can't get much worse, she is forced to choose between the two men she loves or lose them both. Can Hunter remember everything in time to put an end to the destruction they face? Will Kyra find a way to keep both Caleb and Hunter safe? Is it possible to have two mates, or must she give up one? Just how much is she willing to sacrifice for the fate of those she loves?

My CEO isn’t human. And I’m already marked as his. Aeron Blackwood rules boardrooms by day and hunts by night. Cold. Controlled. Deadly. The kind of man who never loses control… except when I’m near. The mark on my skin burns every time he looks at me like that. Like I’m temptation. Like I’m prey. Like I’m his. He fights the bond with clenched fists and brutal restraint. I feel it coil low in my body, demanding more every time his voice drops or his gaze lingers too long. If the pack discovers the truth, I’ll be executed. If he gives in, he’ll lose everything. But when he stands too close, breathing me in like a sin he’s desperate to resist, I realize something terrifying. I don’t want to be saved. I want to be claimed.

"Don't touch me!", Arieon yelled at him as tears fell freely from her eyes. She was breathing heavily from the way she ran down the stairs. "You'll harm yourself, be careful!", Enzo snapped at her angrily. She glared at him, "The only harm that will come to me is you, so stay the fuck away!". He rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs. The more steps he took towards her,the more she moved backwards. Her back hit the wall and she cursed internally. He grinned in triumph and placed his fingers on her jaw making her to look at him. "Mi cara, you're the only good in my life. You and our unborn child", he placed his hand on her stomach and she felt her heart flutter. "Stop running away", he leaned closer to her. "And if I don't", she asked in a hushed tone. Their eyes locked and he grinned, "I'll keep chasing you, Arieon".

"Wala kang pagpipilian kundi tanggapin ang alok ko, Estelle," sabi ni Raziel na namumula ang mga mata. Ang tanging hangad lang ni Lady Vienna ay makasama ang lalaking bida ng kuwento. Hanggang sa lumitaw ang isang salamangkero at inabot sa kanya ang isang libro isang araw. Ang libro pala ay naglalaman ng daloy ng kanyang buhay! Ipinagpalagay pa nga niya na siya ang pangunahing babae, ngunit siya ang kontrabida sa kuwento! Nang malaman niyang papatayin siya ng kontrabida, si Duke Raziel, sa edad na 22, ginagawa niya ang lahat para maiwasan ito! Lumapit siya sa kontrabida at nalaman ang sikreto nito, na naging dahilan upang imungkahi niya sa kanya ang isang kontrata ng kasal kapag natuklasan niya ang katotohanan tungkol sa aktwal na katangian ng lalaking lead. Sa karamihan ng mga kuwento, ang mga kontrabida ay pinapatay, ang lalaki at babae ay nagpakasal, at sila ay nabubuhay nang maligaya magpakailanman; gayunpaman, tinututulan ni Lady Vienna "Estelle" Thaleia Xaviera ang pattern na ito. It’s up to Vienna na pigilan ang mga pagkalason, pagbabanta sa kamatayan, pagkakanulo, at pagpatay na mangyari bilang resulta ng aklat. "Mas mabuting magmahal ng kontrabida dahil alam naming gagawin niya ang lahat para sa iyo. Ang bida, sa kabilang banda, ay handang isuko ang iyong buhay para sa ikabubuti ng lahat.”

I loved him more than anything in the world. He was all I had since I moved to the new city. Hell! We were engaged, but he took my heart and shattered it like a broken glass. When I look into the mirror, all I see are hurt pieces of me, Now I am stuck dealing with the consequences for the rest of my life! I am a werewolf, a female werewolf. The only one under the sun that ever survived the changing. I struggle to keep my sanity while fighting my thirst for blood and breathing things. They kept me in a glorified prison which they call a filthy pack! I Can’t keep living like this! I can’t keep seeing the face of the one who destroyed my life every day. I don't care if I become a lone wolf, nor do I care if I am hunted by them for the rest of my life as a stray, I have to get out of this place!

(STORY ON HOLD FOR NOW) Her Alpha-Her Savior My Pack, and my Alpha Mate, were murdered, My baby son was taken from my arms and killed before my eyes. I was left for dead. All from a dangerous rogue attack. A neighboring pack The Blue Lake Pack came to answer our call for help but arrived too late. They found me still barely breathing and rushed me back to their packhouse. I wish they had left me to die. But the Alpha happens to be drawn to me. He vows to protect me and provide for me. Only I can’t stop the pain in my heart and my soul from the loss of my mate and son. Then the same rogues that killed my pack, caught wind that they left one survivor and now it seems they want to finish the job. Only Alpha Nathan Williams won’t let me out of his sight. And strangely I feel a pull towards him too. Could the Moon Goddess have given me a second chance mate?

York Langston locked me up for six months. Word on the street was he dropped over 100 million to buy me my own private island. Security here? Tight enough to rival the White House. Even a bird that flew past the area would get shot down on sight. But what nobody knew… All that luxury people envied? To me, it was just a gilded cage. It wasn't until he found a woman who looked almost like me that his interest began to fade. One day, she stormed the island with a gang at her back while he was away. She slashed my tendons and carved up my face with a blade before locking me inside a cage with a rabid dog. I was barely breathing by the time York finally found me. "York, this woman thought she could fool you by imitating me? She must be a spy! You'll have to flay her alive if you want her to talk!"

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.