Lying Low

As dangerous as his grip on her, he yanked her nearer to his face. "Are you trying to do-" her words got stuck in her throat immediately. Alpha Syrill gazed into her eyes, rolling his as if searching for something. The smell of her lineage came flooding his head as he tried to fight against his wolf from digging deep into her, sensually, without any delays. "The sparks in your eyes drills every ounce of my blood, making me want to do to you what you'd love me to!" "W-what?!" she exclaimed, as confusion washed her. "I just feel like to fuck you this minute and always each time I'm close!" ~~~~~~~~ As pretty as she is, Angela Brandford is ill-treated by her step mother after she found out that she knows too much about her true identity. Angela, a 'journey just come' with a twisted fate, resumes a local training in her formal pack where they left due to a situation whereby her stepmom committed a grievous and unpardonable offense, leaving her father lying critically ill at the hospital for months now. And Syrill Madison, the new Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was attracted to her scent the very first time she resumes her training, and notices that she's his one, true mate he has been longing for her coming. Everything changed automatically!

"I'll build you thousands of empires and mansions, adore you with precious pieces of jewelry, you will be the only known queen of this ruthless man," Azrael Thorn Execroz whispered words that marked Andromeda's heart. His minty breath lingers in her senses, particularly in her nose. She wanted to be consumed by the fire of his heart, deep until they can no longer grasp for air. His shoulder shuddered in the darkness, while his body remains to cage the woman who captivated his iron heart. "Azrael..." she said softly with her heart beating erratically. "I...I don't desire your wealth nor your heart," she replied, slightly shivering. She was lying to the young man but mostly to herself. "Then what do you want?" he replied with his eyes beginning to shine as the tears warn to fall. He is breaking. "Let me leave," Andromeda spoke, each word like an arrow piercing through his heart. Sliding her right arm to his chest, she tiptoed momentarily to whisper what ended them. "Free me." And with that, the mighty and dignified Azrael Execroz felt his world crumble into small shards of glass. She tamed him. She was his escape. His solace. And now, she's gone.

Upon hearing about my husband's surgery, I braved a typhoon and torrential rain, driving four hours back to the city. When I arrived at the hospital, my husband, Xander Gray, was lying on the hospital bed, calling out loudly, "I want my wife! Get my wife here!" His buddies around him joked about how his wife had him completely whipped. Everyone said he loved me to death. Blushing, I walked over with a happy smile and held his hand, saying, "I'm here." To my surprise, he shook off my hand in disgust and snarled, "Get lost! You're not my wife! My wife is Beverly Long!"

The day I found out that I was a fake heiress who had taken the place of the Jones family’s real daughter, my husband, Timothy Lane, was brought back as the true heir of the Lane family. The man who once said he loved me quickly abandoned both me and our daughter. At that very moment, the real heiress, Nancy Jones, decisively broke up with the fake heir of the Lane family and got together with Timothy. According to them, this was simply ‘making things right’. After losing everything in the blink of an eye, Micah Lane, the fake heir, kidnapped my daughter and me, forcing me to call Timothy for help. However, Timothy ignored our desperate pleas and mocked us. "You two are really something. Of course the fake heiress and fake heir go together. No wonder you make such a perfect pair of actors." On the other end of the line, I could occasionally hear Nancy's raspy, suggestive voice. As I listened to them, Micah stabbed me and my daughter to death. I died a tragic, painful death. After we died, my daughter and I were my husband's final assignment as a mortician before he left the job. The man who claimed he did not care about us fell apart the moment he saw our lifeless bodies. "Wasn't it all supposed to be a lie?! Why weren't you lying to me?! "Please, don't die! Don't leave me!"

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

He hated to see her happy, he hated how a girl from a low class, poor family became his wife, a crown prince's wife! She was abandoned by the ruthless prince on their wedding day. When he left, she suffered all kinds of trauma, pain and abuse inside the palace. Her blaring screams were either muffled or ignored mercilessly. However, the trampled and sinless soul was still hopeful that one day she'll be freed from the malicious clutches of her tormentor but the prince of Svamgarh had some other vicious plans of torturing his bride and making her life a hell inside his abysmal cage. He re-entered in her life only to make her sufferance more heightened. Why? Because she is the sister of a scum bag who ran away with the crown prince's sister and now he's hell bent to destroy her dignity and snatch away her mental peace till she stays nothing but a breathing corpse. He hurt her, crushed her dignity in order to avenge the bruise created on the royal status but her innocent beauty drew him towards her ending up into a web of lethal obsession, pain and lust.

Viviana Bellini was a free spirit who loved unconditionally and thought she had found her prince charming who was a mafia until he slept with her supposed best friend and cast her away, now that she is betrayed she swears to return and get her revenge but on reaching her home, she finds out that she had been arranged to a cold mafia don. But instead of staying in the house like the good wife her father wanted her to be, Viviana decided to go into the wild. Raffaele Conte was a man who was cold, calm and a silent assassin who could get blood on his face without even batting an eyelash, he never smiled and he never cried, people called him the cold sculpture until he met Viviana who seemed to show him another color that is not black. But Viviana is not all that meets the eyes and Raffaele has his own secrets. Would these two people navigate into a love unquenchable when the secret is revealed? Or will their various quests tear them apart and make them enemies?

"Really? You've already had sex with that low-life girl? I thought you said you loved me?" "Language please. You're my father's wife. And that low life is now my wife and I won't have you–" Angelica suddenly removed her clothes and got naked in front of him. Reggie saw it and immediately closed his eyes. "Please put on your clothes, I'm a married man now." Reggie still had his eyes closed. He tried to resist her touch but eventually, he gave in without the knowledge that she was recording their sounds & actions. *********** Maya, a poor girl [illiterate] from the streets of New York City, gets married to Reggie Smith, the CEO of Smith's corporations. At first, it started as a game for Reggie. His only purpose was to use Maya to get back at his ex-girlfriend, Angelica, for getting married to his father. Then he slowly falls in love with Maya who has always loved him with her life. Marriage wasn't a bed of roses to the naive young girl as Reggie's ex-girlfriend kept getting in the way of their marriage. Tacky? No problem, money would change that! Timid and Used? No worries, time to change into a stunning high class lady. Weak and bullied? It's fine, I'd rise 10 times bigger and better! Will she find out about her husband's affair with his father's wife? What will happen when Reggie's brother sets his eyes on Maya, without knowing she's his brother's wife?

“Take off your pants and lie on the bed, and spread your legs for me,” Kayden commanded, and Aria frantically shook her head.  “Kayden, please stop this madness! Why must you force a woman who obviously hates you to do this? I'm your brother's wife, damnit!” She yelled defiantly.  Kayden approached her like a beast cornering its prey.  Aria took steps back in fear and stumbled when her legs hit the bed behind her, causing her to fall on top of it with her back lying flat on the bed.  Kayden's eyes were cold and lifeless as he grabbed the ‘arm and leg bind’ before pouncing on her. His knees hovered over her, pinning her petite body underneath his. ~~~~~~ Have you met identical twins that are so identical you can hardly tell them apart?  Well?... Imagine getting married to one twin, but due to a string of events, you end up in bed with your husband's twin.  Ariana Gray's night of passion with her husband had just ended when she found out the man she slept with was her husband's twin.  Ariana thought since the bastard took advantage of her ignorance and had his way with her, they could just pretend it never happened and return to how everything was previously, but what happens when the jerk decides one time is not enough?  Would Ariana risk it all and tell her husband the truth?  ***  Kaden Hunt was the cursed twin of the Hunt family, A.K.A the bad seed. He was treated like scum by his family and was always hidden from the outside world, losing his woman in the process.  What happens when Kayden finally gets a chance to leave the shadows?

Tristan Hayes' life took a sharp turn, one moment he was on the cusp of his dream then suddenly found himself drowning. Trauma surgeon residency was brutal enough; losing his scholarship was a knockout blow. Desperate, he swallowed his pride and became "Titan" at Club Inferno. Six months, and he was their star, his body a commodity. Tonight was his last dance – he was booked for a bachelorette party for a bride-to-be linked to the Mafia family. He remembered the haze of perfume, the clamor, the hands pulling him closer and the willing mouths tasting him. He remembered the bride, her eyes wide, her laughter turning into moans and gasps. He entertained the women, the night ending with the bride's face covered in his thick sticky seed. After this night, he wanted to close this chapter of his life. He wanted to forget it all. He should have. Tristan awoke in a cold, unfamiliar room, the fear paralyzing. Now, bound and gagged in a concrete cell, the memory was a burning brand. He learned why they called Giovanni Sokolov "The Siberian Winter." Giovanni, a face carved from granite, stood before him. "My bride," Giovanni’s voice was a low growl, "You entertained my fiancée, She died a week ago, trying to run away with a man. Your seed was the catalyst. You helped her betray me." Giovanni leaned closer, his eyes devoid of warmth. "She was running away, Dr. Hayes. You helped her crave forbidden fruit. You opened the door to betrayal." He smiled, a cruel, predatory expression. "Now, you will pay the price of her betrayal. You will take her place... as my companion in bed... my slave and my plaything. Don't worry I'll make you'll enjoy every second of it."