Look At The Stars

~All I want is Her~ His Name is Nathaniel, A business tycoon. He's freaking Rich and handsome, he looks just like a Greek God. He gets whatever he wants, he has the right to anything he chose but to her, it's a crappy idea to think you own everything. A Second class ballerina, she's beautiful, bold and, crazy. She's called Sharon, the real definition of crazy, her craziness has no limits. She thinks it's all about her beauty, she thinks he wants her because of her beauty unknown to her that she's a property he invested in. The very first time they met, he said to her; "I want you" "Lol, you gotta be kidding me right? Do I look like an item on sale?" "To me you're an item and I meant it when I said I want you" "Look around us, you could buy anyone one want but not me" "I'm not buying you, I own you and there's nothing you can do about it" "Are you..." "Take her into the car, handle her gently cos she's mine"

“Raise your head and look at me. Accept my offer—sell yourself to me. You’ll be my puppet, my toy, my obsession. In return, I’ll wipe out the debt your foolish boyfriend owes me. But if you refuse... you’ll face the consequences.” His voice was cold and blunt, his grip tightening around my jaw as he stared deep into my eyes, sending a chilling shiver of fear down my spine. ***** He was her pain, A monster ready to devour her. She was the prey he played with, the obsession he refused to release. She was his beauty. He was her beast. An addiction so fierce he could tear the world apart just to have her. In the blink of an eye, Clara’s life crumbled. Betrayed by the one she loved, left behind by a boyfriend who took a loan from a mafia boss and vanished. Now, she was the payment. Alone, abandoned, and with no family to rescue her, Clara was caged—trapped under the control of a ruthless man who demanded total submission. Every command, every look, every touch was a reminder of her nightmare. She prayed to wake up. But it wasn’t a dream. It was her reality.

After transmigrating into a horror game, I realize I can hear ghosts' inner thoughts. "Oh, look, a human! I need to give her a pet!" "Why can't I touch her? Move! I gotta touch her!" "Humans! She's so tame that she's even letting us pet her!" My inner thoughts scream, "Damn it. Now I feel like a monkey in the zoo."

"For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless." ●●● "Oh my goodness. Sir, are you okay?" I check his pulse. Thank God the pulse is there but barely there. I look around his body for any injury and almost in a second find the bullet wound near his kidney. "...My god." Shit, there is no service in this stormy weather. I look at his almost lifeless body and the next I know I am driving him to my house. ●●● Victoria Forbes. A young doctor. Still healing from the past. She is kind, caring, loving but most of all lonely and broken. Christian Amore Vasquez. The Italian alluring, beckoning, bewitching, captivating, Mafia leader. He's not the typical, ruthless Mafia leader. He actually has a heart of gold and is ready to die for who he loves. He stumbles into Victoria's life. There is an obvious connection between the two that cannot be easily ignored. With Victoria thrown into Christian's life without even knowing uncovers a lot of secrets and brings back all the demons from the past. They both learn so much, together. "Love isn't baggage or a blame." "It's a risk, but worth taking."

I dropped by to help my younger sister revise her thesis, and while I was at it, I joined her research group for dinner. The moment I walked into the private dining room, a few girls blushed and called out to me. “Hey, handsome, are you single? Give us a shot!” My sister’s boyfriend, Eric Pensworth, looked at me with a faint smile. “Man, you look kind of familiar. You remind me of that pretty boy everyone’s been talking about on the forum. “They say you slept with Professor Alva Jackson and stole my direct-entry PhD spot.” I froze. The Alva Jackson he was talking about was the newly hired professor at Adams University, fresh back from overseas. Just as I was about to explain, he cut me off with an innocent look. “Maybe I got the wrong guy. You look way too respectable to be the kind of guy who lives off women. “But Professor Jackson’s nearly fifty. How could you even do it with her?” I stared at him, completely dumbfounded. Since when had I become a fifty-year-old woman? Was there another Alva Jackson at Adams University besides me?

“Who the hell changed the screw tolerance by 0.007 mm?” “I did. Is there a problem?” Kimmy Zabel, our department’s “good-luck charm” and full-time slacktivist, did not even look up from her compact mirror, where she was carefully applying lip gloss. “It just didn’t look right, so I tweaked it. Do you really have to yell at me?” The production line had been running on the wrong spec for twenty-four hours. I hit the emergency stop. Keeping my voice steady took some effort. “These parts no longer meet export standards. If we miss tomorrow’s shipment, even a month of overtime wouldn’t cover the penalties.” “It’s one tiny number. You’re being so dramatic!” Kimmy snapped her makeup case shut. “Anyway, it’s New Year’s Eve. I’ve got a date. I’m not staying here to suffer with you people.” Before she even reached the door, I gestured to the staff to pull the shutters down. “For precision components like these, one number translates into a million-dollar loss. You can take these defective units and explain them to the regulators.”

“Have we met before?” He asked and I almost collapsed in fright, my whole body getting drained of blood as my hands just shook in fear while I had my head buried. “Speak!” His voice thundered as he held up my chin roughly, willing me to look up and I averted my gaze shakily, trying to look at the ceiling, the ground and anything other than his face. “N… N… No…” I managed to stammer and much to my dismay, our eyes met and rather than averting my gaze immediately, stupidly with a racing heart, I maintained eye contact. ************************** After Nora’s double life is exposed, she flees the pack, only to discover she’s carrying the child of the most dangerous and feral Alpha alive. Running is her only choice, but shadows follow her. Dark secrets haunt the Alpha, a deadly curse looms over him, and a destructive past threatens to repeat itself with greater consequences. In the midst of it all is a longing neither of them can resist… one only a true mate can feel. Not even the goddess can save them from what’s coming.

My wife, Caroline Bailey, was a forensic pathologist. For her first love, Ian Lawson, she was willing to break every rule she held sacred and allowed him into the autopsy room to observe. She even let him throw acid onto a corpse's face. That was, until Caroline took on a new case. As she stood over the disfigured body on her operating table, she began to fall apart. The acid-burned face was starting to look more and more like mine.

Georgina knew nothing of her father's dealings with the Richardson family. She only knew that she had fallen in love with her husband against his wish. She desired Adam so much but as theirs was a marriage convenience, she could only look, not touch. She had her own reason for agreeing to marry him--which was not financial gain, as Adam ruefully thinks but how could the truth stay hidden, when she shared such intense passion with her husband...

The infamous Aleksander Konstantinov is an important executive with an impeccable name, a perfect image and a life that every mortal would like to have. Although pragmatic, by day he is a correct being, apparently the prince charming that women look for in a fairy tale, being in reality insidious, because when the moon rises he is a crooked, frivolous man, he is dangerous, at night his dark side and The most evil desires take over his dark and implacable soul, unleashing all the demons in him.