Pillow Thoughts Poetry

I am about to book a room at a hotel owned by Luca Conti, a consigliere under my command, when a sharp voice suddenly cuts in from behind me. "Aspetta. That's not your price." I turn around. A woman wearing a manager's badge stands there with her arms crossed, scrutinizing me as if I am an unsightly stain she can't wait to wipe away. "We don't allow prostitution here," she says coolly. "If you're receiving clients, there will be a fine." As she speaks, she hands me a penalty notice. The charges are clearly listed on the paper. "Illegal guest reception fee: 350 thousand dollars. "Special soundproofing fee: 150 thousand dollars. "Special cleaning fee: 100 thousand dollars. "Total fee: 600 thousand dollars." Receiving clients? I have simply come straight from a Mafia cocktail party without changing clothes—that's all. What exactly does she take me for?" I lift my gaze and answer evenly, "You're mistaken. I am not that kind of person. You can contact the hotel owner, Luca Conti, and ask him who I am." A sneer flickers through Sofia Rossi's eyes. She spits to the side, full of contempt. "Still claiming you are not a puttana? Women like you come here every week. Every single one of them swears she knows him. "Our boss is the consigliere to the Russo family, the most powerful Mafia family in Seneriffe. Do you really think he needs someone cheap like you? "I suggest you pay up now, subito, before your client loses patience and drags you into the street and rapes you." I do not waste another word on her. I take out my phone and send a message directly to my secretary, Marco Bianchi. "Notify Luca. Either this manager, Sofia Rossi, disappears from this city, or he does."

Eu sou Isa Borgia, filha do Don mais poderoso de Corvina. Meu pai teme que eu me case com o homem errado por impulso, então ele arranja meu noivado com Luca, o herdeiro ascendente da família Marino. É um casamento arranjado, mas isso não significa que eu perdi toda a minha voz. No mínimo, eu posso escolher um anel de que eu realmente goste. Então, eu vou ao leilão da máfia. Quando o anel de diamante aparece como a joia final da noite, eu levanto minha placa. Pouco antes de o martelo bater, uma voz arrogante soa atrás de mim. — Uma caipira como você acha que pode competir comigo? Faça um favor a si mesma e vá embora. O salão de leilões fica silencioso por alguns segundos. O único som vem dos cliques das câmeras ao redor da sala. Eu me viro e vejo uma mulher em um vestido couture dourado. Sua boca se curva em um sorriso casual, como se fosse dona do lugar. Antes que eu possa dizer uma palavra, o leiloeiro se apressa em encerrar o lance. — Vendido! Parabéns à senhora Sofia Lopez por vencer o último lote, a Estrela Eterna! Minhas sobrancelhas se franzem, e uma onda quente de raiva sobe pelo meu peito. — Você encerrou o lance cedo demais! Vocês seguem alguma regra aqui? Sofia se vira e me dá um olhar de cima a baixo, seu olhar afiado como uma lâmina. — Regras? — Ela solta uma risada fria. — Qual é. Eu sou a irmã de consideração favorita do Luca Marino. Aqui, eu faço as regras! Eu não consigo evitar rir. Que coincidência. Então, ela é a irmã de consideração do meu noivo. Eu pego meu celular e ligo para ele. — Luca, a sua irmã de consideração acabou de arrancar o anel de noivado que eu escolhi. Como você pretende resolver isso?

In the bustling heart of the city, Aaliyah Winston's life is a whirlwind of bright lights and endless possibilities. But when she crosses paths with Nicholas Walsh, the notorious mafia boss with a heart shrouded in darkness, her world takes an unexpected turn. As passion ignites and danger lurks in every shadow, Aaliyah and Nicholas find themselves caught in a web of intrigue and desire. With rival gangs closing in and secrets threatening to tear them apart, will their love survive the ultimate test?

I was born with a strange condition. I couldn't recognize faces and could only identify people by their clothes. Vincent Lancaster, my boyfriend, never minded. He said it didn't change the way he loved me. That was, until our wedding day. He answered a phone call. His childhood friend, Grace Langley, was in labor, life hanging by a thread, and she demanded he come immediately. My voice shook with despair. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" But he left anyway, not looking back. Grace had always loved seeing him in white, so he threw aside the black suit I had sewn for him with my own hands and changed into white. A year later, Vincent returned. By then, my belly was swollen with life, and I was holding onto another man while hosting a baby shower. And the man wore the black suit Vincent had thrown away. Vincent went mad, claiming he was my husband, but no one believed him.

Zoe Jensen's parents kick her out because she doesn't want to share them with Alice Reed. She ends up homeless on the streets. She ultimately dies of starvation. When she's reborn, she finds herself standing before Alice. The latter is crying and begging her. Zoe is delighted by this. Alice can have her parents if she wants them—Zoe doesn't want to lose her life because of them again!

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

(Dark Romance) Zora Kaureen tak menyangka akan bertemu kembali dengan Nevano Abraham yang menjadi CEO di perusahaan tempatnya bekerja. Kehadiran Nevano benar-benar membuat hidup Zora bagai mimpi buruk. Penyesalan Zora yang dulu rela ditiduri Nevano 9 tahun silam karena terdesak uang demi keluarganya, membuat Zora tak bisa berkutik saat Nevano yang brengsek memanfaatkan kelemahannya untuk mengintimidasinya. Entah karena dendam ataupun obsesi, Nevano seolah tak ingin melepaskan Zora dari genggamannya. Bagi Nevano, melihat gadis keras kepala itu menderita dan tampak tak berdaya di hadapannya merupakan hal terindah yang Nevano rasakan. Namun, Nevano tak sadar alasan terbesar penyiksaannya terhadap Zora sebenarnya bukanlah karena dendam atau obsesi gilanya semata, melainkan karena sebuah perasaan cinta. Sayangnya, ketika Nevano menyadari hal itu. Semuanya sudah terlambat!

On New Year's Eve, I waited at home with a box of sparklers, hoping Jake Thompson would come. Instead, an earthquake struck. Trapped under fallen debris, I prayed for his safety. Little did I know, Jake was putting on a grand fireworks display across the city for his high school sweetheart who had just returned from abroad. The whole town buzzed with excitement, wishing them a lifetime of happiness together. Meanwhile, I had lost my hearing in the disaster, with no hope of recovery. When I tried to break off our engagement and leave town, Jake stood before me, his eyes red-rimmed and pleading. I couldn't understand a word he said. I simply wished him, “May you always have a day like today, year after year.”

When I opened my eyes, I found myself supposedly transmigrated to some ancient era. Every morning, before light touched the sky, someone would yank me out of bed to haul trash, chop wood, and do whatever filthiest job needed doing. Somehow, I'd become the lowest-ranked servant in the entire estate. The estate lord's son would climb onto my back and ride me around the courtyard like some pet he was proud to show off. Anyone in the household could hit me, kick me, or shove me aside, and not a single soul would speak up. Five years passed like that, so awful that I almost lost my mind, as if I were living in hell. Then one day, a group of servants cornered me. They didn't bother hiding their intention. The moment I saw their faces, I knew I was in trouble. Fists flew, boots landed, and everything blurred. Just before I passed out, I heard them whispering, "We're going to kill him if we keep this up." "Come on. This place only looks like some old noble estate. It's not an actual one. If he dies here, we're the ones who'll get dragged to court!" "Relax. Ms. Shaw will handle it. The idiot pissed off her childhood sweetheart. Getting tricked into this place is exactly what he deserves." Fear swallowed everything, and the world went dark. When I woke again, the lady of the house had conveniently "returned from visiting her family." The lord threw a grand celebration with tables full of food, wine flowing, and musicians playing like nothing had happened. I carried dishes into the banquet hall and lifted my head. Her face was the same as my wife's, Melissa Shaw. I set the final dish down, stepped closer, and in a voice only she could hear, asked, "Ma'am… are you enjoying your little game?"

When I learned that the villain was a merman who dropped pearls whenever he cried, I took out the discarded pregnancy test stick from the trash can and headed toward the rooftop. "Well, how many babies do you merfolk have in one pregnancy? Do they eat fish food or baby formula?" Theo Atwater, who was attempting suicide, slipped and almost fell from the 18th floor. I shook my head with a sigh. "Forget it. I'll just throw the baby into the sea after giving birth." Later, when the baby was born, Theo was too scared to sleep, fearing that I would release the baby into the sea. When the female lead, Melody Carlisle, and the male lead, Reagan York, were arguing and came to see us, he was looking at our baby’s swimming results and roaring, "You're one of us merfolk. How could you be afraid of water?"