Jinx Cat Stare

Who exactly is THE BLOODHOUNDS? Billionaires who are experts in the security and weapon field along with property. Involved with the mafia, sometimes they kill people if necessary. Control lots of organizations, helping them sometimes. They get involved with the mafia but on their good side. Let me introduce you to the first member of the group. CLYDE NIELSEN, THE ABDICATED PRINCE. Let me introduce you to the second member of the group. KAYDEN GRANT, THE TAKER.

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

Marsyilaya Sukmawati, lebih akrab dipanggil Syila. Mahasiswa akhir kampus ternama di Universitas Negeri Cilacap (UNICILA) Kabupaten Cilacap. Duduk di bangku program studi Pendidikan Bahasa Inggris, ia bercita-cita menjadi guru bercap PNS atau minimal P3K di tingkat sekolah dasar. Rutinitasnya saat ini banyak direpotkan oleh skripsinya. Syila, gadis berparas anggun dengan pipi mungil dan tinggi badan tak sampai 160 cm. Ia berasal dari keluarga sederhana bersama kedua orang tuanya dan seorang kakak laki-laki. Ia juga gadis modern yang punya pola pikir terbuka. Keluarganya ketat mendidiknya dengan sentuhan-sentuhan halus ajaran agama. Perjalanannya meniti cita-cita tak semulus paras ayunya. Lika-liku dan medan terjal kerap menghadang niat dan tekad cita-citanya. Ujian bertubi-tubi dari berbagai arah hampir berkali-kali mematahkan semangatnya. Lantas, sampai manakah Syila sanggup menghadapi rentetan cobaan hidup? Akankah ia tiba di titik impian yang didambakannya? *** Rendika Rama Saputra, pemuda berusia dua puluh empat tahun yang banyak dicambuk kerasnya kehidupan. Ia tengah memulai karir di sebuah perusahaan peninggalan orang tuanya yang entah di mana keberadaannya. Ia memiliki seorang adik di bangku SD. Ia berjuang untuknya bersama seorang asisten rumah tangga yang telah menemaninya belasan tahun. Pertemuannya dengan Syila menghadirkan warna baru di kehidupan hitam putihnya. Meski tak jarang bertengkar, ia menyadari kenyamanan bersama Syila. Semesta selalu menawarkannya celah bertemu dengan sang gadis. Kehidupan Rendi yang kelam masih terus menggelayutinya. Urusan dengan kekasih kontrak tak sedikit menimbulkan masalah hebat di hidupnya. Dayanya kerap terkuras saat bermediasi dengan kekasih yang tak pernah dicintainya. Kekelaman itu kian pekat tatkala kedua orang tuanya mendadak merebut adiknya. Tentu kali ini Rendi takkan membiarkan kemalangan terus menyapa hidupnya. Lalu, bagaimana ia memadamkan ledakan-ledakan drama kehidupannya? Dapatkah ia menjumpai kebahagiaan juga ketenangan yang dinantikannya?

"You are the reason why my mother died." "I will still stay by your side… no matter what happens." A heart insisted. "I don't want to see you anymore, I loathe you the most." "I once made your ice heart melt…I will do that again until you forgive me." Both hearts, played by destiny, started to fall and shattered because of one's misery. Will they be able to forgive? If their world was made to be against one another? "Even the moon isn't always perfect, but I will always choose to stare at you the whole night, just you, only you."

“ Strip for me, I want to see all of you little cat? he says to me, I could see the way he already undressed me. “ I am not your little cat! I yelled back at me. “ I would really like to see how it feels having little cat scream my name and asking for more” he says. Sent out by her stepmom , impregnated by a strange man, her kids forcefully taken from her by a Mafia Queen, convicted for a crime she never committed and just when she thought it was time to get back everything that belongs to her , she got solded to the strange man who impregnated her seven years ago. Will Irene get back all that belongs to her as a sex slave? Will her buyer ever find out she they ever had kids together after their one time sex seven years ago?

The sequel to The Snow Storm tells the story of Owen, the son and brother of the infamous killers at the now well known motel, dubbed the Murder Motel. Owen is just trying to live a normal life, thinking that he has finally managed to put the past behind him, when a new string of disappearances seem to suggest that he is carrying on in his late father's footsteps. But when a copy cat killer goes so far as to frame him for the murders, he needs all the help that he can get to clear his name. That is where journalist Kate Lyston comes in. She believes that he is innocent and works along side of him to prove it. Will they fall in love at the Murder Motel, or will she be it's latest victim?

AMOUR IMPOSSIBLE Prologue: <> Tonna une voix féminine très catégorique. << Mais c'est elle que j'aime et elle est la seule que je veux pour femme maman >> répondit son interlocuteur qui était son fils. << Elle ne te mérite pas, elle est une souillure pour le trône. >> Redit cette voix, cette voix de femme, de la reine à son fils << Tu n'en sais rien du tout ! >> Répliqua à son tour le fils, catégorique aussi cette fois-ci. << Tant que je vivrai elle ne sera jamais ta femme. >> Dit alors la reine comme promesse qu'elle faisait à son fils. << Excuse-moi mais tu rêves debout maman >> lui répliqua son fils avec empressement. << Prince !! >> avait-elle crié Malheureusement il était déjà sortit de la chambre en la laissant seule. Il s'agit de Prince RIFEL, le prince héritier du Royaume "ONOULOU". Il est tant pour lui d'accéder au trône royal mais pour cela il lui faut une épouse. Sa mère, la Reine Mélanie épouse RIFEL est contre corps et âme la jeune fille qu'il aime. Pour elle elle n'est pas l'épouse idéale. Entre l'amour maternel et l'amour de sa vie, lequel triomphera ? Jusque où sera prête à aller Mélanie pour ne pas voir cette fille, qu'elle qualifie de souillure épouser son fils ?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.

I am not the type of girl who attracts men, my life is not very social and my best friend is my cat Salem. He dedicated me to writing, hanging out with my brother and sometimes with my few friends. Everything was normal until that Valentine's Day where everything changed for me. Two men burst into my life as if they were earthquakes, their auras indicating danger and they enveloped me in their life as if I had belonged there. My mother always said that men with tattoos were danger and a problem for girls. But these two Greek gods got me and now I'm part of the mob. This is my story