Leorio Staring

Rivergate's most elite social circle had always shared an unspoken rule. Men were free to play the field as they pleased, drifting from one woman to the next. Women, on the other hand, were only allowed a single, discreet indulgence on the day they came of age—a privately hired "life assistant" meant to take care of their physical needs. … On my coming-of-age day, I picked Elliot at first glance from a hundred applicants who came in for interviews. He wore gold-rimmed glasses, looked composed and restrained, and carried himself with a calm maturity that set him apart. He was steady, meticulous, and obsessively clean. The only condition he agreed to was that there would be no bodily contact—hands only. And after every encounter, he would scrub his hands with disinfectant alcohol a hundred times. Over five years, the empty bottles alone were enough to circle the villa seven times. I used to think that one day, I'd help him overcome his barriers and truly make him mine. That illusion shattered the night I got drunk and accidentally wandered into Elliot's room. Hidden beneath his pillow was a DV camera, and inside were several videos of him pleasuring himself. On the screen, the same man who had always been calm and rational with me was staring at the lingerie of the adopted sister who had caused my mother's death, his Adam's apple bobbing as he moaned her name, "Chloe… I love you…" Only then did I realize that every step he had taken toward me had never been about me at all. It had always been a carefully concealed, long-nurtured love for her. So, it was very odd that he cried when I took my adopted sister's place in marrying someone else.

Knox advanced slowly toward her as she pressed herself against the wall. He seized her hair, and yánked it forcefully which caused her head to snap back. At the same time, he snaked his hand underneath her skirt, and palmed her mound possessively through her panties. “This is mine…ours,” he said, staring at Killian, his twin brother who gave a curt nod. Zena glared at him and her eyes welled up with angry tèars. However, she remained silent. "I can practically see the anger burning inside you," Knox smirked, unfazed. His grip tightened páinfully, causing her to whîmper…as tears streamed down her cheeks. "That's it, Zena, let your tears flow. Let the ráge consume you, knowing that the man you despîse is about to take control of your body, and there's nothing you can do to stop it," he táunted. Zena felt a powerful urge to spit at the ruthléss Alpha who had taken everything from her. But, it took every ounce of her self-control she had to resist. “I hate you so much," she hissed, her words drippîng with vènom. Knox leaned closer, his cheeks touching hers, “I know,” he whispered, "Don’t ever stop." . . . The Skull Rogues have never relented when it came to attacking The Blue Moon Kingdom—and they were not going to stop until they had successful killed alpha Knox and alpha Kylian, the twin alpha princes. However, things take a drastic shift when Zena, the leader of the Rogues, is captured and delivered into the hands of her enemies. And the twin alpha princes were hell–bent on exacting their revenge upon her in a hundred–fold. But fate had other plans in store for them.

“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!

I was engineered to kill men with a kiss. When my pleasure‑kill protocol glitches on a Bratva king and binds my system to his, he gives me a choice: become his contract wife… or be handed back to the monsters who built me I was trained to destroy men without leaving a mark. The Siren Protocol turned my body into a weapon—every nerve engineered to dismantle loyalty, erase secrets, and turn power into submission. One kiss, and I can crash a neural implant like a virus. Hidden behind a luxury cover identity, I’m waiting for my next directive when my door explodes inward and Kael Petrov walks in—Bratva heir, tech billionaire, and the most controlled man in the city. He thinks he’s here to extract a traitor using his accounts to leak Siren data. He doesn’t know the “escort” in front of him is the Siren asset he’s hunting. So, I do what I was built for. I kiss him. My pleasure‑kill protocol should drop him in eight seconds. Instead, his high‑grade implant bites back. My signal loops through his system and straight into mine, fusing us in a feedback circuit of raw, addictive sensation that neither of us can control. Instead of killing him, I bind myself to him. Now I’m collared in his tower, my systems synced to his, and he’s staring at me like I’m the most interesting problem he’s ever seen. To keep me out of Bratva torture cells but still under his eye, Kael gives me a brutal ultimatum: Marry him and live as his contract wife, or be handed to the men who will take me apart for parts. I was meant to end him. Falling for him was never part of the directive.

Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.

"The galaxy had fallen to its doom, and i had fallen for you." "I am not your knight in shining armor, neither way you're a damsel in distress." At the day of her mother's burial ceremony, instead of being awakened in her room, Anne found herself in an unfamiliar forestry. Snapping out from her daze, she looked around, only to be chased by a gigantic ravenous wolf to a cliff. Once she had fallen, she instanly concluded that she had lost the creature. However, later, she instinctively found it staring at her intently, ready to lunge an attack. Without restraints, the wolf swiftly ran towards her. Anne then immediately closed her eyes and started praying for a painless death. 3...2...1.. but nothing happened! When she opened her eyes, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her, done in a black suit. The person then slowly turned around meeting her gaze. Seeing its face, Anne shuddered in fear—its face was covered with black with only its mouth shown, grinning seemingly in a hideous manner. The man was called Toto, the guardian of the forestry. After a polite exchange, Toto agreed to help Anne get back to her home, however, in the last moments, Anne had lost her memory. But who knows where Toto would actually take her. "The astral would devoured its way to gave me a path to follow; and at the far end, I am certain to find you. Random belief, it's not—it's not but a conviction!" When a suicidal fiction enthusiast dreamt about wonderland and found herself in Neverland, what would become of her? In a world of battling vampires and wolves, elves and wizards, royalties drenched in etiquette, treachery, and confusion. When you fall in love, will you listen to your heart or will you betray the universe?

Two years ago, Fabiola Cruz walked out of Alessandro’s life without warning, taking his heart and vanishing into the shadows. Now, he’s no longer the reckless man who once whispered forever into her skin. He’s Alessandro Armani, a ruthless billionaire kingpin feared across continents. He’s a feared Mafia Don with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. Love is a weakness. And Fabiola? She’s the ghost who made him ruthless. So when fate throws her into his world again, working as a waitress in a club, desperate to pay for her daughter’s hospital bills and pay her father’s debts. One night, thugs cornered her, and it's Alessandro who saves her. And he’s not interested in forgiveness. He wants her to be his mistress. And pawn. As past secrets resurface and enemies circle like wolves, Fabiola and Alessandro find themselves trapped in a game of lust, lies, and betrayal. Fabiola wants out of the business once she’s done, because of her daughter, but Alessandro calls her out. “Amore mio,” he smirked, his eyes gave me a thorough stare down. It was slow and deliberate. My heart was a high-speed train. I could feel my face burning, turning a shade that betrayed everything I was trying to hide. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.” He said. He stood and closed the gap between us. I tried to leave. “Stop!” and I froze. “Look at me.” It was an order, and I did exactly that. He gave me his evil half smile. “Fa,” he paused. “Bi,” another pause. “Ola,” he rasped. “You know you will always be mine,” he paused as if to let that sink in, with his laser icy blues staring right into mine. “Right?”

She stood in the driveway watching the ambulance pull out. Feeling more alone than ever, tears streamed down Tatiana's face. Her father looked so weak and human. Looking back at the house, She could not go in. She could smell sickness inside. Blinded by tears, she made a run for the forest. Shedding her clothes under a rock before crashing in deeper. The forest around her was a blur. What if her father never came back? She would have no one. What had she done to the Moon Goddess to be forsaken? Her fear switched to anger, and she pushed forward faster and faster. Talia's muscles burned, but she kept running. As her wolf finally entered a clearing, her fur stood on end. On the other side of the clearing stood a sizeable sandy-colored wolf with amber eyes fixed on her. His ears perked up, and his head cocked to the side. Staring at each other from across the field, Tia could not take her eyes off him. She had never been this close to another wolf, and he was beautiful. Wobbling slightly, Tatiana realized she better move to the cover of the trees. As she turned, she heard an earth-shattering snap, and pain rolled up her left leg. She collapsed and looked down at her leg. It was caught in a trap. Her white fur turning red as blood seeped from the wound. Forgetting about the other wolf, she let out a tortured howl. Stabbing at the trap with her free paw, she whimpered and whined in agony. Her head rolled back as the pain threatened to render her unconscious. It was then that she noticed the wolf again. He had moved across the clearing and was now standing above her, and this time he was not alone.

Liara Haysbert's whole world revolved around her books and her family. She didn't want to find her mate just after turning eighteen because she wanted to become a doctor first. A part of her didn't wish to find her mate because she was scared that her mate would reject her. Because she used to struggle to speak in front of anyone, as she had been mocked her whole life because of her nerd nature. But life had another plan for her when out of the blue, her part crossed with her fated mate, a rogue. "Ple..please sto..stop following me." Liara whimpered, feeling scared, but immediately she realized something, "Oh!! I…I get it.. You can't s..stop yourself be..because of the mate bond. Let..lets reject each other, okay?" "Ple..please tell me yo..your name." She whispered. "I don't have a name, Liara. Everyone calls me by different names; you can choose one to reject me. The options are Bastard, Killer, Asshole, Black, Red, Speed, dickhead, Beast, heartless, leech, dog, etc. The list is too long." Liara's heart sank upon hearing this, and she soon realized what the hell she was going to do. She kept staring at him without blinking her eyes for a while before speaking. "Theodore." It meant 'a gift of god'. And he was indeed a gift by Moon Goddess; otherwise, they wouldn't have been 'FATED MATES.' * Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Ongoing) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Ongoing) Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Completed) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Completed) *** Follow me on social media. Search ‘sprachi12’

"Let me go, I'm... I'm your brother's fiancée." I huffed trying to push him away but he trapped my hands above my head and leaned in so close till his lips were close to my ears, "You might belong to my brother now," his voice was a venomous whisper, his breath hot against my skin, "but you were mine first, Kitty." He whispered and licked my ear so gently that goosebumps covered my body. "You're stupid! Do you have a death wish? If your brother finds out, he will kill you!" I shout-whispered but he only chuckled, bit my ear lobe before staring at me deep in the eyes and asked, "Are you gonna tell him, Kitty?” √√√√√√√√ Lily's life takes a wild turn when she becomes involved with the mafia twin brothers Draco and Larry. Larry, her former university tormentor, reappears just as she is forced into an arranged marriage with Draco, the heir to the Dark Raven mafia. As the tension rises, the brothers' desires for Lily intensify, resulting in a dangerous dance of attraction and room for betrayal. Bullied and wanted by Larry, Lily now faces Draco's relentless advances, both in the bedroom and over the mafia empire. Meanwhile, Larry's protective instincts surface, drawing him closer to the woman he once tormented. The lines blur between tormentor and protector, as forbidden desires simmer beneath the surface, threatening to ignite a flammable flame in the mafia family. Caught between love and power, Lily is torn between Draco's fiery passion and Larry's mystifying calm devotion. Loyalty hangs by a thread, and Lily must decide which brother holds the key to her heart—or risk becoming a pawn in their dangerous game.