Mordecai Hoodie

On campus, he was the most well-behaved student in the entire department. Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, he would only lower his head, clutch his books, and murmur a timid, “Professor.” At night, he became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. He wrapped himself around the pole, bent low, rolled his hips—each movement driving the men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around his thigh as they shouted his name. To cover his obscene tuition fees, he took a private party offering an equally obscene payout. Inside the VIP room, he straddled the pole, bathed in dim, hazy light, fingers reaching for the final restraint he was meant to undo. Suddenly, the man lounging on the sofa stubbed out his cigar and stood. The light swept across his face— It was Elliott. The very man he feared most by day. He walked onto the stage step by step, then slammed him hard against the pole in full view of everyone. “Can’t even breathe in front of me during the day,” Elliott sneered, “but at night you’re here shaking your ass, begging men to f*k you?” His mentor wrenched his arms behind his back. Hot lips brushed his trembling earlobe, his voice low and dangerous. “Noah,” he murmured, “if you’re that desperate for money… why didn’t you just come to me? How much—per night?” He panicked and tried to struggle, but Elliott forced his legs apart with his knee, pinning him against the cold metal. “Don’t hide,” Elliott said softly. “Now. Take off the rest—right in front of me. And if you perform well…” A pause, deliberate. “I’ll pay you ten times tonight’s fee

Dad is famous for being a total simp over Mom in the elite society. Naturally, he views Callie Archer, the stepdaughter whom Mom has brought with her, as his own. But Callie is afflicted with a severe case of walking phobia. Her feet couldn't touch the ground at all. Only when she's stepping on my back can she roam around in the house freely. So, whenever Callie looks in a certain direction, Mom will press my head down and force me to crawl toward Callie to serve as her doormat. The doctor issues a warning to my family that my spine is severely contorted. So when Callie wants to admire the flowers in the yard while wearing a pair of spiked shoes again, I can't endure the pain anymore, so I shiver slightly out of instinct. Callie ends up losing her balance and falling to the ground. She bawls like a baby afterward. Mom rushes over immediately before kicking me in the gut, her high heel lodging into my flesh. "It's extremely rare for Callie to be willing to leave the house! Why must you ruin her mood? Can't you just be more understanding and play your role as a doormat for the sake of your sister's illness?" Meanwhile, Dad scoops Callie into his arms, his heart bleeding for her plight. He coaxes her gently, telling her that he'll buy her new dresses later. I can only curl up on the ground while hacking up blood. But Dad just thinks I'm playing the pity card. He commands his men to throw me into the basement. Apparently, I can only be released once I've learned to stay stationary when I'm supporting Callie. As I clutch my broken ribs, I feel my tears flowing down my face as well as the blood from my injuries. I'm sorry, Dad. Next time, I will definitely not move a muscle, just like a corpse.

“How do you face the man you destroyed to chase your dreams?” Fabian Montero Mordecai sacrificed everything for Khaleesi Mondragon, only to be abandoned when she chose fame over love. Now a global star, her perfect life is shaken when Fabian returns as her co-star, reigniting old passions and heartbreak. As their chemistry flares, Khaleesi faces a choice: risk the life she’s built for a second chance or lose the man she once betrayed. Can Fabian forgive, or is his return fueled by revenge?

Precious has always felt different from her peers, she has always had a hard time fitting in, so she wears a hoodie to be invisible but this only makes her visible and an easy target. Everything changes when a ghost Tommy suddenly appears and makes her life more complicated. Precious learns things about herself that her parents had kept from her, and realises she really isn't like others around her. Will she be able to fulfil her purpose?.

The last thing that Mordecai Feyfyre thought would happen was finding out his origins were a lie. After a unfortunate night where he lost his father and was tossed to his long thought dead mother his life changes. Once thought a werewolf, he is now a hellhound. A wolf spirit with the unavoidable destiny of keeping order in the world and highly sought after by the were council. Years later when his mother betrays him, he's forced into the arms of the one person his father trusted - Gideon Krause. A hellhound determined to bring down the council and restore order to their chaotic world. A man with a brutal past that chills their kind to the bone. The biggest thing he didn't expect? Finding his mate. ----------------------------------- BOOK TWO OF SERIES. CAN BE READ AS STANDALONE IF WANTED.

Warning ⚠️ This story is not suitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised. Betrayal made her a thief. Desperation made her a liar. Vengeance turned her into a weapon. Shivani Sinclair became Red, a ghost in the underground art world—until a secret agent caught her and turned her into something deadlier. Now, she hunts criminals who hide behind wealth and power. Her next target? An art dealer smuggling drugs. But then he appears. Azrael Nikolai Mordecai is a man who takes what he wants—women, power, control—but none of it excites him anymore. He’s drowning in apathy—until he sees her. Dressed in blood-red leather, she is sin-wrapped in a woman's body. One look and she shatters his world. She needs to stay hidden. He wants to own her. She kisses him to escape. He vows she’ll never run again. Now, the hunter has become the hunted. And in this game, obsession is far more dangerous than love.

On the day Andrew Zelenski confesses his feelings to the pretty transfer student, everyone thinks I'll break down. They expect me to come running while crying and trying to stop him. I don't show up even after he confesses, though. Andrew has no idea that while he's busy confessing, I'm wearing his roommate's hoodie and sitting on his roommate's bed. I look at his roommate innocently and ask, "How are we going to sleep tonight now that I've wet your bed?" Spencer Lithgow looks away from me as his Adam's apple bobs. He throws a towel at me. "Go dry your hair. You can sleep once I've changed the sheets."

"Rado, kamu beneran bodyguardnya Risty, kan?! Kenapa tiap kali kamu selesai bertugas menjaga dia selalu ada tanda merah di lehermu?" Tanganku bergerak cepat menaikkan kerah hoodie yang kukenakan. "Atau kamu lagi sakit alergi? Kalau sakit mending istirahat dulu biar nggak nular ke Risty!" Ibu Nona Muda Risty menegurku. Ketika aku masih diliputi kegugupan dan tidak tahu bagaimana cara menjelaskannya, Risty tiba-tiba muncul dari balik pintu kamar hotelnya dengan menggunakan gaun tidur satin tipis yang menggoda. "Lehernya Rado habis aku makan, lalu lisptickku nempel disana. Kenapa? Mama keberatan?"

She’s a trouble. He’s a control. Together? Wildfire. Verena Cielle is the world’s highest-paid supermodel—bold, scandal-prone, and a certified trouble magnet. Sanay na siyang pasanin ang title na “walking controversy,” but despite the headlines and chaos, isa lang ang hindi maikakaila—she owns the runway. Her father got tired of her at bilang solusyon, ibinigay siya sa isang taong alam niyang kayang kontrolin ang kanyang anak—kay Mavros Rouge Mordecai, a ruthless billionaire of Black Mystique Winery. Rouge accepted it as if it was a mission. But for him, it’s something deeper. Living under Rouge’s roof feels like being locked in a golden cage. Every move is monitored, bawat hakbang bantay-sarado. Pero sa kabila ng bangayan at asaran, may apoy na unti-unting lumiliyab sa pagitan nila—isang larong bawal, puno ng tukso at tensyon. Cielle swears she won’t fall. Falling means losing, and she never loses. Pero paano kung ang larong iniisip nila’y maging totoo na? Sa isang mundong puno ng mata at kontrobersya, is it possible to find something real?

She had her whole junior year mapped out. Volleyball. Late nights with her friends. Maybe telling her brother's best friend the thing she's been not-saying for two years. Then her left leg started hurting and a Tuesday trip to the ER rewrote everything. Sloane Deshazo, sixteen, has spent her whole life being easy to love. No drama, no needs, no complications. Ewing Sarcoma, stage 2, doesn't care about any of that. And neither, it turns out, does Chandler Pavelka, who keeps showing up without being asked, in yesterday's jeans and an inside-out hoodie, like staying is the most obvious thing in the world. Sloane knows how to fight. She's learning, slower, how to let someone stay. But remission isn't guaranteed, and some days the scariest thing isn't the diagnosis. It's wanting something this much.