Lirik Lagu Psycho Red Velvet

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

WARNING: MATURED CONTENT "Every time you flinch when I get close, it burns me up inside. I’ll prove to you that whatever monster I was before… I’m nothing but yours now." — At twenty-four, Hera was a licensed agriculturist serving her hometown. She walked through life alone, yet found anchor in her father—the provincial governor—even as she remained his secret child. Her world was stitched together by nothing more than trees, earth, and the creatures that roamed the land. Then came the murder that shattered her peaceful existence. She watched in horror as a masked figure committed a brutal killing just steps from her home. The assassin turned to silence her next, but Hera struck first: one desperate swing of her shovel to his skull left him bloodied and still, lost to unconsciousness. Convinced she would be thrown in prison for what she’d done, she called her father. It was in that moment she learned the truth—the man she’d felled was no ordinary stranger. He was a dangerous mafia member. She had fought the mafia. And worse: he would not wake anytime soon. He had slipped into a coma. To escape the wrath of those who would hunt for him, Hera followed her governor-father’s stern command: “Hide him. Keep him alive. Never ask why.” He became her darkest secret—but secrets do not stay hidden forever. A year later, the man opened his eyes with no trace of his past. Fearing he would kill her the moment his memories returned, Hera spun a perilous lie: “I am your wife.” As days bled into months, he craved the warmth of her touch, while she prayed his mind would never piece together what was lost.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

BLURB Loud cheers and applause rang on the air. Agnes smiled widely and hugged her husband’s arm in joy. It was their wedding day, and she was so happy that she can barely contain it. Perhaps it was the feeling called above the clouds? She looked up, wanting to see the happiness in her husband’s, Leon, eyes. He was also smiling, but what contained his eyes and barely obvious intent hidden behind his smile made Agnes shudder as fear slowly showed its way inside her whole body. Her smile faded. Her husband was smiling. He was smiling with joy, not because he was happy with the wedding- he was smiling like a beast who has their prey on his foot- [CLANG!] Before Agnes knew it, the shouts of happiness were replaced by cries of despair. The claps and applause was replaced by hurtful sounds of slaps. The colorful, bright and joyous venue was replaced by dark, damp and scary room. Agnes just saw her pathetic self on the corner of that room; she was still and was looking at nowhere. She remained motionless, but in her mind, she was trembling in fear and helplessly crying in despair; “Please help me out from here!”

"Do not tempt me, Wildling. You're mine to protect. Not to fûck." ~~~ After the death of her father, Kyla never expected to be placed under the custody of a stranger who claimed to be her father's friend. She'd expect an old man with grey hairs, not a demigod who turned her world upside down. Cold. Distant. Devilishly handsome. His words sink into her skin, leaving knees shaking. And while she flinches at every man's touch, his was different. Now she can't stop herself from craving the forbidden. ~~~~ Carlos Redd was caught off guard by Harper's last will. To babysit his only daughter and protect her, despite knowing the violent and dangerous world he lives in. In deference, he took her in. Kyla crosses every line. Curious about everything he hides. Each warmth, each encounter, each arguement-- tears down his restraint. The more he pushed her away, the more he craved. And the more he crave. The more he encounters secret that could tear them apart.

“Even if you like, run to the end of the earth. You, Cat, will forever remain my mate. And if it is what you want, I will make sure you remain hidden from the sight of all.” He said with a look of amusement. And then with all seriousness in his eyes, he stared at her until she feels that her body was burning even without his touch. “I am going to make you my secret mate.” ******** All her life, Catherine has always been the shadow of her twin sister, Camille. As if that was not just the worst of it, she was the child her parents never wanted. When the news that the lycan king was having a ball party where all Alphas first daughters have to be present and one would be chosen to be his mate, Catherine was asked to go in place of her sister to the ball. The lycan king as everyone knows was a ruthless man who has been rumored to kill all the women who he had chosen for his harem after every slight mistakes from them. To Catherine, her family was pushing her to the lion’s den where she is supposed to be gone and forgotten. However, Catherine was ready to define a new path for herself in the pack. The lycan king, Kane Lycanthrope, was also ready with his own hidden agenda. Will Catherine be able to execute her wish? Or, like the other dead women in the harem, will she be dead and forgotten?

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

* It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

“You don't need money or connection here. You'll be hired. You just have to accept my condition and do your work well.” ‎ ‎Hindi lubos maisip ni Nickolas na isa sa kasamang kondisyon ng trabahong nahanap niya ay ang magbigay ng sarap sa kanyang amo sa tuwing kailangan niya ito. ‎ ‎He was hired to be his boss sex slave. ‎ ‎Hindi naman mahirap gawin para sa tulad niyang mahilig makipaglaro ng apoy, hindi lang siya sanay na ang sa kanya'y past time lang dati ay magiging obligado siyang gawin. ‎ ‎Pagkatapos ng ilang sandali ng pag-iisip at pagtitimbang sa mga bagay-bagay, napagdesisyonan niyang pumayag sa trabaho lalo na't nangangailangan siya ng malaking halaga para sa operasyon ng babaeng isa sa pinakamahalagang parte ng buhay niya. ‎ ‎Dahil sa desperasyon sa pera upang madugtungan ang buhay ng taong mahalaga sa kanya, pinili niyang tanggapin ang hindi pangkaraniwang alok na unti-unting babago at magpapagulo sa buong buhay niya. ‎ ‎Sa paanong paraan ba nito babaguhin ang ikot ng mundo niya?

"Looks are deceiving." Akira Lea Montero, an undergraduate, strong woman, and talented painter, know that fact. She already experienced so many challenges in life that made her stronger and learn not to trust people that easily and yet despite of that, Akira still choose to trust a man that offered her a good opportunity because of her paintings. What is she going to do if she found out the truth that she's living with a psychopath and worst, has a son with him?