Knights Of The Sound Table

In a daring game she never expected, Larissa Justice finds herself compelled to kiss the twentieth male she sees at school. Little did she know that this challenge would lead her straight into the arms of the one person she'd secretly admired for years. But as thrilling as it may sound, locking lips with the most enigmatic and callous guy in school comes with its own set of consequences. Terrified of the consequences of her actions, Larissa tried to hide her identity from him, hoping to avoid his wrath. It seemed like a foolproof plan until fate intervened when they were paired together for a crucial assignment. And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, her math teacher appointed him as her personal tutor. Zayne Verlice, the youngest son of a wealthy family, thought he had closed off his heart forever. But when a mysterious girl unexpectedly kisses him and vanishes, his curiosity is ignited. Little does he know, this enigmatic beauty is none other than his first love, the one who shattered his world years ago. Determined to win her back, Zayne embarks on a quest to make her his own and once for all. Can he win her heart, or will their past consume them both?

Karen had invested her last penny in the business she had recently established and was eagerly awaiting the promised funds from her benefactor to take it to the next level. "Maybe he forgot. I should remind him," she thought, and promptly sent a text message: ‘I hate to sound desperate, but my finances are tight.’ After sending the message, she realized she had used the wrong number. She quickly started typing, ‘Please ignore the...’ when an alert popped up on her phone: ‘Five billion dollars transferred to you by Roger Dawson.’ Roger? The first name sent a chill down her spine, but the last name left her puzzled. "Roger? Could it be Tonia's bodyguard?" That was his number, but when did his name change? Her phone rang immediately, and the name she had feared for months echoed in her ears, his voice filled with emotion yet calm like a winter breeze. "Karen, stay put, I'm on my way to you." The call ended before she could process it. He was the reason she had fled, refusing to sign the divorce papers. Her love for him was unrequited, his heart belonging to her adopted sister, but what hurt more was the feeling of being traded between friends like a commodity. She would rather die than return.

When Lena Ardent, a once-renowned child psychologist who lost her voice after a tragic accident, receives a mysterious job offer sealed in red wax, she has nothing left to lose. The letter summons her to Veyne Estate, home of the enigmatic billionaire Damien Veyne a man who never speaks and lives under strange, nocturnal rules. Lena signs a contract that promises fortune but demands silence. At first, her role seems simple: be his interpreter, his voice in a world he refuses to face. Yet soon she notices things that defy reason claw marks on marble floors, whispers in the woods, and a wolf that watches her from the treeline. When Lena breaks his one rule and opens the forbidden red book, she discovers Damien’s secret: he is bound by an ancient curse that turns him into a wolf under the Blood Moon. Even more shocking Lena herself appears in a century-old portrait labeled “The Mute Oracle Bonded Mate.” As their bond deepens, the Blood Moon rises, forcing Lena to choose between saving the man she loves or freeing him by destroying herself. When she finally speaks his name for the first time in years, her voice breaks the curse and awakens a love older than time. In the end, silence becomes power, and love becomes the loudest sound of all.

Only a fool looks Alpha Denver in the eye when he speaks. You dare not interrupt him, and if you're an omega girl just like I am, it’s best to hide. I learned these tricks early in life. I knew not to look up, not to make a sound, but to make myself invisible in the crowd of people that filled the banquet hall to celebrate the Feast of the Moon. But I never did anything right. When asked to take a step to the left, I ended up on the right. And whether I took a step to the right or not, fate always works in reverse for me. If I sowed well, I reaped misfortune. ******* Skylar Richardson hoped when she turned eighteen, she'd be free from slavery. Then, her fated mate would somehow find her and claim her from her misery. But what Skylar didn't expect is that fate would be so cruel to her, mating her to the one man she least expected. Her Alpha Boss, Denver Ruiz. When she attempts to flee to a different world where no one, not even Denver, could find her, she had no idea Denver had eyes everywhere. “You can run away, Princess, but you can never hide from me.”

Aithne Carida Luwen, the only heir and daughter of her beloved Alpha father, lost her chance at becoming the next Alpha of Mooncrest pack. Having lost her mate and her ability to shift all because of a lie, an unforgivable lie told by her stepmother and now crippled, heartbroken and in mourning, Aithne left the pack with her bossom friend and maid, vowing to return one day and make her stepmother and stepbrother pay for all the pains they've caused her. However there's a twist of fate on the night she arrived at Elgarion, a renowned city ruled by King Cyne Ezalyr Elgarion - the Alpha King of Crystal-moon Dynasty. On that very night when the sound of the moonlight serenade was heard by the few gifted, and a dance of the goddess was performed, Aithne's whole life turned around. She was awakened to a new realm of foreign powers and abilities, with a force that pulls the attention of the Alpha King and made him begin his search for her. However, would the heart of the young, heartbroken Carida, be willing to give a listening ear to the Alpha King's deal? Alpha King Cyne has declared his intentions to make her, an outsider of Elgarion, his bride. Surely, his decision was bound to meet a lot of resistance from many but mostly, from none other than the vengeful dark sorceress of Elgarion.

My roommate is the kind of person who has to get to the bottom of everything and doesn't stop asking questions until she's satisfied. One night, while I'm sound asleep, she suddenly stands by my bed and calls my name, "Melissa, are you asleep?" Having been awakened by her, I shoot her an annoyed glare, but she just says, "See? You weren't really asleep. Otherwise, how could you have answered me?" One day, she decides to skip class. Thinking that I could help by signing her in on my phone, I do just that. However, near the end of the lecture, she suddenly bursts into the room and asks the professor, "I wasn't here today, so why does it show I was marked present? Is the system down?" The professor traces it back to me, fails me on the spot, and makes me retake the class. Later on, I join a speech contest. My roommate stands up in front of everyone and asks why my speech sounded exactly like her ideas. I get disqualified, lose my scholarship, and am labeled a plagiarist. Devastated, I climb onto the rooftop late at night. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the night when my roommate first asked if I was asleep.

I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan.I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine."Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

Aiah Villegas is your typical social butterfly. Sunod sa luho, hindi alintana ng beinte ocho anyos na dalaga ang kahit anong negative notion patungkol sa kanya. Party. Men. She loved them all specifically the attention. Not until her grandfather meddle her affairs and wedded her to a certain Rodrigo Dela Costa. Just like the name, literal na lahat dito mula pananalita at kilos ay pangmatanda. And unlike all men circling around her, he doesn't give a damn about her mere existence. Isang pabor na di niya kayang tanggihan. That's how Rodrigo viewed the existence of the pampered princess of the Villegas on his private space. Nothing more. Nothing less. But why does her cheap antics get inside his nerves? At tila ba hinahamon nito ang katatagan niya bilang lalaki... "I guarantee, you'll fall for me, My dear husband." Aiah leaned over his table, deliberately showing the generous view of her cleavage. There's a playful smirk etched on her lips. "Wala pang lalaking tumanggi sa akin." "Then I'll be the first," tugon ni Rodrigo, unbothered, drift his focus back on the piles of papers. "Try harder, My Aiah, then maybe there's a slim chance that I'll fall for you."

"S-stay away from me." She stammered while moving her steps backward just to hit the edge of the table. "Why would I do that?" He placed his hands on her either side surrounding her in his woody scent. She couldn't help but took a deep breath. "It's my p-personal space." She turned her face towards the bookshelf beside the table as he leaned his face closer. "Hmm..." He hummed as her whole body shuddered when he started tracing her jugular vein with his nose. Her mouth was dry as the aura of his scent was gone and fear conquered her body. "You are my personal thing too." He groaned jerking her towards him by her waist. "L-lea..." Her lips couldn't form the words as he captured her soft lips in a swift. ←→ Ara Smith, daughter of a priest, drowned in innocence. She is a 19 years old girl with a cheeky smile but she didn't get the chance to smile much after her father's death. ‹› Gareth Blade, a 31 years old mafia billionaire is another name for a nightmare. No one dares to match his stoned gaze that reflects his stoned heart. He can own the things that ever attracts his eyes but this time his eyes didn't fall on something but someone.

Amelia's leg tapped against the table as she asked, "What are your thoughts on love?" Her hands were clasped together on her lap, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity. Lucas met her gaze, a smirk playing on his lips. "Love is a waste of time," he replied. "It's a tool designed to weigh people down. Without it, we could achieve so much more." Amelia's eyes lit up with interest; he had just ticked almost all her boxes green. "I agree," she said, her smirk matching his. "Love is nothing but bullshit. We could save a lot of time by keeping our relationship minimal." With a proactive glint in her eye, she added, "What do you say? We should get married to fulfill our filial duties." _____________ Their marriage was a facade, a contract between two individuals who didn't believe in love but were forced to get married to fulfill their obligations. Everything was going as planned, until suddenly... "Have you eaten, dear?" "How is my baby?" "Is he doing well?" Lucas's words, once empty and mechanical, now held a tender tone. Amelia found him falling for her, and she seemed to be falling too. Why were they succumbing to the very thing they once scorned? Love, once a distant possibility, was now becoming an option. But would they choose it?