Kokushibo Breathing Style

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".

(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?

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!

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!"

My brother and I have always been close, so close that sometimes I dress up like him so that we can hang out in all boys places and we can play twins. At first, it had been a problem especially because I had gone on a date with his girlfriend on his behalf because he was sick. He had been so pissed off but he got over it and over the time, it became fun for him too. It was all fun and games until my brother got sick and my parents had to send me to this town to leave with my grandmother while they travel the world looking for the best hospital for him. I don't know his illness, they never told me but I guess it's something serious. I miss my brother's presence so much that when I got to this new town, no one knows that I'm a girl, except my grandmother but I also hid my style of dressing from her. At home, I'm the perfect granddaughter but at school, I'm the drop dead gorgeous badboy that every girl wants to date. It was so cool, so cool and I was enjoying the attention until one day it all changed. The day I met him. Xavier Grey, the new transfer student and Teresa's -my girlfriend- cousin.

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.

Modern romance novels are a very familiar and popular genre among young people today. But coming to: Becoming the beloved wife of a tyrannical billionaire, that familiar genre has been turned into a completely new direction, from the writing style to the way the plot is built, it gives us a unique experience. Invisible charm, unique qualities, unique only in "Becoming the cruel wife of a tyrannical billionaire." The details are described meticulously, every action, gesture to the heart of the character is clearly present as if the character is standing in front of us. In terms of content, as the name suggests, the couple Violet - Ernesta are equally "evil"! Because of that, dramatic dramas, half crying and laughing were created continuously throughout the work. Violet, the second lady of the Mesia family, is talented and exceptionally arrogant, she is an excellent student of the Security Intelligence Academy. But what about excellence? Violet Mesia herself came here just to pursue the male god Kelsey – the lover in her heart. To put it another way, "evil", is to steal her husband from Fiona - Kelsey's fiancée. “Who do you think this Violet Messia is? That Fiona was destined to be robbed by this Violet Messiah!” It all started on that fateful day, the day when Violet Mesia she heard that Kelsey and Fiona's wedding took place. For someone who likes to play villains like Violet Mesia, how can she let her crush become another girl's husband so easily? So that wild female ghost immediately made a bold decision: "replace the bride".

When Joy Staton, my adoptive sister, fainted in the freezer on her birthday, William Staton, my brother, checked on the security footage in rage. The moment he saw that I was the one who took Joy into the freezer, he kicked me inside without hesitation. Before shutting the door, he stared at me in disgust. “You’ve been pushing your luck a lot these days, huh? If I’d been a second too late, Joy would’ve died!” I wanted to defend myself, but William refused to listen and slammed the door shut. I heard him talking to the bodyguards outside. “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out!” But he did not know that Joy had set the freezer to –58 °F. I did not even have the strength to complain about the freezer being cold. William did not know that the sister he once loved dearly had stopped breathing in the freezer. He had killed his only blood relative left in the world.

Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.