Kind Eyes

Undoubtedly, Carleigh Quintos renounce Zeiroh Hernandez for confessing his feelings for her. She bluntly said that she doesn't like him and definitely he's not her ideal man. However, her heart pounded strangely every time their eyes met but she just tried to ignore it. She even knows that something in her recognize Zeiroh's presence but she just let her mind to control her. For her, love is just an illusion. A temporary kind of emotion that will surely shot her down anytime— which is she don't want to happen at all. After years since their iconic encounter, they've met again in an unexpected situation. And then this question stuck on her mind— Now that they're completely grown up and had their own triumph in life, will the man still like her despite the rejection it has received from her way back when she didn't know what she really meant for him?

Simone King An innocent, kind, sweet, honest, 19 year old girl. Who has a crush on a boy since she was 15 years old. She always has a smile on her face even though she's broken inside. Her smile would always brighten up your mood. He never noticed her, until one day. Or so she thought. Andrew Knight. A 20 year old badboy. The son of a multi-milionaire. A playboy who changes girls every week like he changes his clothes. Every boy wants to be like him and every girl wants to be with him. He's got the looks every girl dreamed of. But his eyes sets on only one 'weird' girl. What will happen when a good girl's world and a bad boy's world collide? Will they end up thogether? Or will they part ways? Find more about these two.

Preston High was supposed to be my chance at a better life. Instead, I’m the scholarship girl, the outsider everyone whispers about. Every hallway stare reminds me I don’t belong. I’ve spent my life surviving, not feeling. Love? I don’t even know what that means. Then Asher sees me, the quiet boy with kind eyes who makes me feel safe for the first time. But just as I start to breathe again, Adrian crashes in, the arrogant bad boy who rules the halls with his smirk and dares me to feel things I don’t understand. Two hearts. Two risks. One choice. Preston High is testing more than my strength… it’s testing my heart. And when the truth finally forces me to choose, one question remains: will I discover what it means to be loved, or will I lose myself trying?

She was deceived by people who were wolves in sheep's clothing and ended up dead on the operating table with both her eyes and uterus removed. However, God was kind enough to give her a second chance of life. She was gifted with ethereal beauty and a gaze that could kill. Every gesture and expression she made was as poisonous as opium poppy. Step by step, she laid out her scheme, swore to send people who murdered her down to hell and suffer in eternal doom. At the same time, she took great lengths to insinuate herself in the life of her ex-fiancé after breaking off the engagement in her past life for the douchebag. One day, she approached him with a seductive smile and said, "Mr. Gu, you might view me as wild and promiscuous, but in reality, I am a well-mannered lady. I am also loyal and faithful to my loved one. You will have to see past this facade in order to know the real me."

Crystal Santiago was a woman of dual identities. By day, she was a waitress, known for her kind heart and sweet smile. By night, she became Jae, a stripper renowned for her looks and skill. Wherever she went, men would flock to her, completely under her spell. Her long, black hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, framing her seductive red lips and piercing blue eyes. She had the allure of a siren, and it was all too easy for her to trap men in her gaze. But beneath the surface, she was a sweet, down-to-earth girl. Crystal's life was going smoothly until the day she met him. He was powerful, ruthless, and dangerous. He ruled the city with an iron fist, and no one dared to cross them. He approached Crystal one night after her performance, his eyes filled with greed and lust. "You're mine now," he said, his voices dripping with malice. "You belong to me”.

Ariel thought she had died as the one guy she had ever loved stared at her with hatred in his eyes, only to wake up two years ago when he hadn’t shown her his true colors. Life gave her another chance and you can be sure she’s using it for revenge. In her past life she had made mistakes by being too kind and naive, and trusting those who she shouldn’t have. She had been betrayed and hurt, and lost everything she had, including her life; but In this life, she swears to get revenge on those evil people including her self-acclaimed bestie and the so-called love of her life. Knowing everything this time around, she came with her revenge serving cold. The only thing she didn’t expect is that she finds true love in the least possible guy she expects, especially one who she had hurt in her past life...

“Swear to obey me, Ivorie,” he commanded, his teeth lightly dragging across my skin, making me shudder. The soft, yet haughtily seductive whiff of his wolf flared my nostrils as I nodded. I stared back into the eyes of Alpha Regan— the stranger who was supposed to be my enemy. But instead, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions and desires best left unleashed. "And I'll be sure to make the rejection less painful." He added, but the kiss that followed stopped my brain from registering his words.... Everything about this was wrong. I should have understood and ran far away from him, but how was I supposed to understand? I was desperate. A wolfless princess abandoned by her family, and given off to him who was the ruthless Alpha that struck fear in everyone. But... he suddenly became keen on helping me find my wolf, and I fell for the kind gestures.. Shit! I messed up!! Making me fall was all his plan!! Careful plans for rejection.....

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

“Say it like you mean it, darling,” he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, “and I might stop.” * My mother got remarried… and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me “stepsister.” But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It’s anything but brotherly. There’s something wrong with them. Something not… human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they’re angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don’t know what they are. But I know one thing… whatever’s hunting me now, I won’t survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is… part of me doesn’t want to escape. Because whatever they are… I crave it. And once they claim me, there’s no coming back. One more thing… All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there’s one in particular… One… * AUTHOR’S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It’s dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, “Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt.” But if this is not, then…

In the future, humanity went into all-out war, leading them to the brink of destruction. Causing chaos to come to this world. Blessing some with the magic of chaos. Life has restarted, and we now live like we did in medieval times. Vampires and werewolves amassed great wealth and power, controlling vast areas of land and making humans and witches choose sides. Their only option is to choose the lesser evil, so they can at least live peacefully. There is a war of purity going on between werewolves and vampires. Both sides are looking to unlock a greater power and to ensure this, marriages to witches became more common. It is such a world that Tempest lives in. Her mother's ancestors were from a place they called Haiti before the war and explosions. Her ebony brown skin and ice-blue eyes make her the rarest kind of chaos wielder. A witch and a wielder of water. Tempest is thus a rare symbol of power. Tempest is the bastard daughter to Lord Bennet, the alpha of a smaller group of African werewolves. Where they believe purity in the pack matters. When she became a witch instead of a werewolf, she was given away to a coven of witches. The coven of witches sold her to the new ruler of the land, Alucard, a vampire with amber eyes and long pale blond hair, an immortal with the capability and strength to change the future Whether he has to be cruel or not. Can Tempest deter his sadistic ways and deliver her people from fear?