Murmured Synonym

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

Serene’s heart raced as she stood in Nicholas’s dimly lit study, the scent of leather and whiskey heavy in the air. She’d been dusting the bookshelves when he entered, his presence filling the room like a storm. Now, he stood inches away, his black suit hugging his broad shoulders, his dark mullet framing a gaze that burned with intent. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, pointing to a shelf she’d already cleaned. Her cheeks flushed as she turned, the hem of her maid uniform riding up her thighs. “I-I’ll get it, Mr. Volkov,” she stammered, reaching up, but his hand caught her wrist, firm yet gentle. “No,” he said, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear. “Let me show you.” His fingers slid down her arm, leaving a trail of heat, before guiding her hand to the shelf. His chest pressed against her back, and she gasped at the hardness of his body, the evidence of his arousal unmistakable. “You’re trembling, little maid,” he whispered, his lips brushing her neck, sending shivers down her spine. “Do I scare you… or do I excite you?” Her breath hitched as his free hand trailed up her thigh, slipping beneath the lace of her uniform. “Mr. Volkov…” she whimpered, but her protest melted into a moan as his fingers found her, teasing her through the thin fabric of her panties. “ Nicholas,” he corrected, his voice rough with desire, his touch growing bolder, circling her most sensitive spot until her knees buckled. “Say it,” he demanded, nipping her earlobe. “N-Nicholas,” she gasped, her body arching into him, surrendering to the fire he’d ignited. In that moment, the billionaire and his naive maid were bound by a hunger neither could deny.

Sian Cynthia Anderson who is one of daughters of Peter Anderson, a multi billionaire of Constructional Industry in United States, is a 23 year old young beautiful girl who owns a fair milky skin followed by dark chocolate brown wavy curls that enhanced her beauty more along with her sea blue eyes. Just like a normal being she too found her first love at the age of fifteen in which she verily found her home, Her true LOVE.. Her heart couldn't be happier as she held so much love for her only love Max which set her over illuminating hopes high on her marriage with her ever since lover; the childhood sweetheart Aaron Maximillian, the one and only child of Jonathan Maximillian, another multi billionaire and a famous football player in United States... Will they be able to get married? Emrys Parker, who is also a son of another multi billionaire is the Hero of young generation who worships him as a Greek God; to the outter world he is the most outsmart personality among young businessmen, but inside he had the heart of rock which could never be molten as there was no other man who could be equalized to his brutality he himself had grown hard. In brief, Emrys was another synonym for the epitome of arrogance and no one could beat him up as this bumptious beast who thinks everything can be done in a flick of his fingers by getting the people around on to their knees had his own powers to tame the world..... But, when the fate brutally makes these two collide incidentally, what will their future be holding in store to embrace by them? Is it only the Pure Hatred or the Unintentional Love?

"I always tell you not to talk with your mouth full," Enzo murmured, towering above me, his fingers digging into the back of my head... Jaden has one plan: pretend to be Enzo's toy long enough to work his escape to Sophia, a girl he thinks he loves. But all plans proves abortive and he finds himself back in the bed of the same man he swears that he hates. The first night with the ruthless Mafia Lord, Enzo, would open Jaden's eyes to his hidden fantasies of being wrecked by Enzo. But even Lust and Love won't be enough for the trouble that's coming...

"We shouldn't be doing this" Grover murmured reluctantly as he closed his eyes, taking in the feel of her warm hands on his naked skin. He opened his eyes to see a pair of violet ones staring back at him with desire on full display. "Why not?" she purred and tiptoed to place a kiss on his neck but he stopped her midway with both hands on her hips. They stared at each other,both mirroring the naked want in their eyes but unable to make another move. What happens when a rebel alpha with 'daddy issues ' and a genuine dislike for weakness, finds her mate in a human? Grover Denzel comes off to Roe Wilde as any other weak human but she knows that it's only a matter of time before she actually falls for her brother's newest friend. Can Grover tame this troubled alpha? Can he give her a reason to be with him till the end?

In that moment, our lips were only a breath's distance apart. Antonio's eyes held an unspeakable yearning. His gaze dropped to my lips, his intentions evident. My own desire mirrored his, creating a powerful magnetism. Just as he closed the distance, I placed my free hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Antonio," I murmured, my voice trembling, "We can't..." He froze in place, his warm breath caressing my lips. His eyes held my reflection in them, fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my words. I saw a flicker of pain, quickly masked by a stoic calm. He nodded slightly. "I understand," he replied, quietly. His voice was steady, betraying none of the emotions I knew must have been roiling beneath his suave facade. "You aren't going to ask me why?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. Antonio smiled, a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not," he said slowly, "because I understand that you have a valid reason for your actions." "Antonio," I swallowed hard, my voice unsteady, "I...I am getting married tomorrow, to Alpha Boris." His eyes widened slightly, the shock of my revelation clear. "You are the future Luna…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wilhelmina Growler is a force to be reckoned with, a fierce and dominant female werewolf. Her unyielding determination to become the alpha of her pack, the Gravemaw Hounds. However, her aspirations are cut short when shortly after becoming the Beta, Alpha Boris Gravemaw demotes her and forces her as his Luna. The night of the highly anticipated Moon Goddess' Ball, Wilhelmina's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Antonio Lothian, the Lycan Prince, is her destined mate.

"I despise you as much as I love you," Raphael confessed to Winter, his voice laced with bitterness and tenderness all at once. "This connection between us is both a blessing and a curse. It torments us both. Don't you think?" Winter asked him. "That's what I regret. I could not kill you that night because you are my mate," Raphael affirmed. He approached her in a blink of an eye and gripped her throat. "Winter, why are you the daughter of my enemy?" Raphael growled, his head ducked to bury in her neck. He kissed her followed by a lick, which made Winter's knees go weak. "Shall we mate?" Raphael murmured, his breath caressing her ear, igniting a sensual response within Winter. The conflict between their hatred and desire blurred as the allure of their fate became undeniable. ~~~~~~~ Winter, the Princess of the Uriel Kingdom, had endured a lifetime of torment and lacked the love she deserved. However, her life took an unexpected turn when she discovered Raphael Kingston as her mate on her 18th birthday. She hoped that this newfound connection would bring an end to her suffering, but fate had other plans. Raphael, the lone survivor of his pack, had always sought vengeance against the King and his daughter. However, his purpose faltered when he realized Winter was his destined mate. The battle between his hatred and love for her led him to imprison Winter, torn between the desire to protect her and the weight of his animosity. Thus, began a tale of Hate to Love!

“Strip!” Lucas said in an authoritative tone, and my body shivered in excitement. My eyes never leave his golden ones that shine so brightly. I wanted to tease him a little, but then this was supposed to be a lesson, and he was the teacher. “Are you having second thoughts about it?” His voice was barely audible, but I couldn't miss the tone that said, ‘You don't have the guts to do it. You are still a kid!’ With determination, I zipped down my gown and pulled it at a go. “No, I'm not having second thoughts,” I murmured, and then before he could utter his next words, I pulled him by his tie and kissed him on the lips as hungrily as I could ever be. “Easy, little one, let me show you what satisfaction means.” ~~~ When Abigail's father sends Abigail to intern at his best friend's company, he expects Lucas to keep a watchful eye on her while he is away. But as they spend more time together, Lucas finds himself drawn to Abigail's captivating character and vibrant spirit. Torn between his promise to his best friend and his growing desires, Lucas must decide whether he will fight his feelings or destroy the relationship between him and his best friend.

His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft. “You’re sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted. “Oh my…” —------------------- The day Emilia lost everything, she met a mysterious man who she ended up having a passionate night with, but it only left her longing for more. Little did she know, her forced wedding was about to bring them together again. But this time, as brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Torn between duty and desire, Emilia must decide: resist the attraction or give in to her heart's desire.

You are mine,he murmured across my skin drifting me away from my thought. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gently gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. The blood flow to my head unrestricted . [Grab your popcorn and dive in because you are about to be mindblown and shattered]