Knife Drop

Leila was doing a role-play drama on the stage. All the people there were mesmerized by her beauty and her acting but two dark eyes fixed on her was up to no good. Damien took out his phone. He dialled a number... "I want you to kidnap a girl. Her name is Leila. I will send you the address. Drop her there..." He said with an evil smirk playing on his lips. Leila didn't know that her little mistake would make her life more miserable. She messed up with the wrong man. Damien was now sitting peacefully gawking her like a hunter to his prey.

Imagine getting married to the daughter of the second deadliest mafia gang with a knife on your throat. Yes,just imagine. Even after been forced into this relationship what did I get in return? Humiliation, embarrassment. I was always sent on dirty jobs,killing people for the boss,selling drugs just to please him and his daughter so they could like me and to have peace in the house. I got set up instead and sent to jail. Spending five years in jail actually taught me how my revenge should be like. I got out and I discovered I'm the son of Antonio Lorenzo, mafia of the deadliest gang in Italy and I'm to take over soon. My revenge is going to be bloody. An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. Follow me on this journey if you're tough enough.

"You are taking a big risk, sweetheart." He warned, eyes dark and menacing. I looked at the already torn documents on the floor and it sent chills down my spine. *** Having a one-night-stand with someone older than me seems deadly, especially when the said person is my billionaire step-uncle. Even though I was the model everyone yearned for, my virginity was something I wasn't ready to give to any man. But on that fateful night, I lost it to him and I would have never imagined that it could turn into something this big. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot river of sexiness can't be quenched.

“Ms. Arnold, you really should sign this divorce agreement. Otherwise, I won’t be able to answer to Mr. Fisher.” Jeremy Fisher’s personal lawyer, Cole Stewart, stood in front of Hailey Arnold with an anxious expression. In his hands were a freshly printed divorce agreement, the pages still crisp. This was the thirty-third time Jeremy had asked to divorce her. The first time, Hailey climbed onto the rooftop and jumped. She survived but broke one of her legs. The second time, she slashed her wrist with a small knife, and blood flooded half the bathroom. The third time, she swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills and spent three days in the hospital having her stomach pumped. … Every single time, she had used death to force Jeremy to compromise, but this time, she was tired of it.

Imagine loving someone in secret for a decade, watching them chase the one person who could never truly accept them, believing their wedding would finally free them and you, only to see him drop to his knees in front of everyone, begging her to stay and calling you, his best friend and secret mate, “just friend”. The pain rips through you, you drown it in alcohol, follow a scent that feels like home, and wake up beside a man who looks exactly like him and wants nothing more than to ruin you, strip every ounce of innocence from your bones, and worship the grounds of your sanctuary day and night.

Five years after we broke up, my ex bought the company I worked for and suddenly became my direct boss. The project plan I'd stayed up nights working on—nearly killing myself to finish—was handed to someone else without a word. My teammates were split apart, and I became his go-to example when he wanted to tear someone down. I was the laughingstock of the office. Shawn Lubbard said it was the price I had to pay for betraying him. Finally, I asked him what it would take for him to leave me alone. His reply? "Only if you die." Feeling crushed, I drove a knife into my chest right in front of him. Maybe this terrible life should have ended long ago.

“I’m pregnant too.” Sonia, my husband’s girlfriend said to me with a voice lifts with theatrical innocence. “Chase doesn’t know yet,” she continues casually. “I wanted to wait till the divorce is finalized. That way everyone will know I didn’t need to trap him with a baby… like you did.” There it is. The knife twist. Her eyes glitter with triumph as she walks out. I open my tote bag. The divorce agreement slides out easily. A thick stack of paper demanding my complete surrender of any claim to the Warren empire. In exchange for freedom. The woman who fractured herself trying to build a family out of dust is gone. I slide the signed documents into the top drawer of Chase’s desk. Let him find it. Let him choke on it.

Dating a soon-to-be-a NFL player and an Alpha billionaire that every girl on campus would drop their panties for sounds like a dream come true, right? But I can assure you it's not! Alpha Weston told me he would never date a girl who wasn't fit the first time we met. He also said I must be a virgin since no man would want to stick it in me. Yet, despite this, we end up fake-dating each other. The reason? We both have something to gain from it...now we just have to survive this game of hearts we are playing.

“I, Audrey Kyle of the nightwalker pack, reject you, Kevin Miller, beta of the nightwalker pack as my mate, I sever the bond binding us together as I accept to go rogue” I declared as he felt it in his chest. I felt a deep pain in my chest, like a knife had been pierced through my heart. I had not only rejected Kevin as my mate but I also accepted to go rogue. He looked at me with anger and hatred, that kind of look would have bothered me in the past but right now I felt nothing for him anymore. “You want to go rogue? That’s the worst. You know what the rules apply to going rogue. You will be an enemy of the nightwalkers pack and you will be chased away by any other pack, they will see you as a threat” he told me but at this point I didn’t care.

Clare Caroline never expected that a werewolf was buried in the basement of her Grandfather, Hugo Adam's house. Enzo Etienne is a werewolf hunted by Clare's ancestors because they are considered dangerous and threaten human safety. But unexpectedly, he survived the hunt because he hid in the basement. He was trapped there until the innocent Clare opened the door leading to the basement of Grandpa's house. Enzo also lives with Clare, and as her servant, without them knowing if the two are mortal enemies, until one day, Enzo changes form in front of Clare. The girl was frightened, and she injured Enzo with the silver knife in her hand. Enzo also fled into the forest and met with other werewolf descendants. A revenge plan to destroy Clare's family begins without Enzo ever knowing if Clare has fallen for Enzo and tries to protect the man from the hunt for his family.