Pretty Gurls

Sophia Censatio, a waitress, tough and strong. She was hard like a rock to let anyone in until she met Aaron Samuel who made her steal heart turned soft and went explode. Aaron Samuel, a 30 years old bachelor. He has a cold heart. He never cared about anyone's feelings aside from his friends and family. He believes every woman is the same. All they want is; MONEY!! They would lick the ground he walk on for money but, Sophia changed his perspective. What happens when these two meet? And at that, they both need each other's help? • "There, sign the contract" he shot her a cold glare. "W.. wh.. what?!! You want me to sign a contract marriage with you?!" She asked in an unbelievable tone. "No, I'm not interested. I never agreed to do this with you" she added by declining even though, she needed it badly. If she agrees to be his wife for a year then, her sick mother will get treated and she will also be rewarded with money. Then, Aaron can also claim his father's empire. "Of course, you'll. Sign this and save your mother or, I make your life a living hell. I'm pretty sure, you know what I'm capable of doing " A wicked smirk creep at the corner of his lip. "Lying to your family that I'm your girlfriend isn't enough? Now, you're forcing me to do this? You're a monster!" She said to him as tears welled up in her eyes. "I know, I hear that a lot. Now, sign the damn paper before I lose it" he ordered her in his usual cold and scary tone. With her hand trembling in fear, she took the pen and signed the papers. Unknown to her, she just signed the death of herself.

"We are enemies." "That doesn't stop me from possessing you." He breathed and every word he whispered later on sent chills down my spine, "You are mine, Amara. From the pale blonde strands of your hair to your faded nail-polished toes. Every breath you take is mine. Not excluding the freckles dusting your cheeks to the pimples on your face. Your misery is mine, which I shall bring upon you myself. From your giggles to your random nonsensical chatter, I own them! Your darn strawberry moments are mine. Every drop of blood that flows through your veins belongs to me and so does your last breath when I snuff life out of you, watching as your pretty green eyes lose their shine and your heartbeat goes dull beneath my palm." His hand traveled to my neck, fingers lacing around it, and he squeezed a bit, "Who do you belong to?" He asked capturing my ear lobe between his lips and I shivered. "Myself and you can't have me!" I swung my head back and crashed it against his, sending him reeling backward. **************** You have got to let your loved ones know what's happening with you' Amara snow Dardanos learns this the hard way when her perfect world is crushed by a secret she kept away from her family. Orian Wolfe Akanther, one of the leaders of the underworld is given the task of taking the werewolf princess as vengeance for the injustice and treachery done to his kind. The plan was simple, to take her, watch her family and kind crumble beneath his finger tips and then kill her but that plan seems to foil when his nonexistent heart leans towards her and he is at the risk of breaking a blood oath.

He starts nibbling on my chest and starts pulling off my bra away from my chest. I couldn’t take it anymore, I push him away hard and scream loudly and fall off the couch and try to find my way towards the door. He laughs in a childlike manner and jumps on top of me and bites down on my shoulder blade. “Ahhh!! What are you doing! Get off me!!” I scream clawing on the wooden floor trying to get away from him.He sinks his teeth in me deeper and presses me down on the floor with all his body weight. Tears stream down my face while I groan in the excruciating pain that he is giving me. “Please I beg you, please stop.” I whisper closing my eyes slowly, stopping my struggle against him.He slowly lets me go and gets off me and sits in front of me. I close my eyes and feel his fingers dancing on my spine; he keeps running them back and forth humming a soft tune with his mouth. “What is your name pretty girl?” He slowly bounces his fingers on the soft skin of my thigh. “Isabelle.” I whisper softly.“I’m Daniel; I just wanted to play with you. Why would you hurt me, Isabelle?” He whispers my name coming closer to my ear.I could feel his hot breathe against my neck. A shiver runs down my spine when I feel him kiss my cheek and start to go down to my jaw while leaving small trails of wet kisses. “Please stop it; this is not playing, please.” I hold in my cries and try to push myself away from him.

"You have no right to be here, I've already made it clear that I don't want you around. What you're doing is called stalking, and a pathetic thing for a cursed alpha to do." Wilder struggled to catch his breath, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut. *************** Having to chose between being banished and being a mistress, her savior arrived turning out to be Alpha Wilder. Running to the human world was a blessing, until both men from her past returned and began the unveiling of truths, love, hatred and deceptions. "You have no right to be here," Olivia said sternly. “I've already made it clear that I don't want you around. What you're doing is called stalking, and it's not only illegal, but also a pretty pathetic thing for a cursed alpha to do." Wilder struggled to catch his breath, feeling like he'd been punched in the gut. He wanted to protest, and say something but with a heavy heart, he turned and began the long walk home. ******************* Being a wolfless orphan, Olivia is rejected and reduced to nothing by her own mate who hated her but covets her body. She was so furious that she ended up having a one night stand with a random stranger, the same one her parents had died to save. Having to chose between being banished and being a mistress, her savior arrives. Behold, it turned out to be the renowned cruelest Alpha King Wilder. He rescues her and takes her back to his pack where she fakes her own death just to escape. Running to the human world with her pregnancy was like a blessing, until both men from her past found her and began the unveiling of truths, love, hatred and deceptions. Will she be able to accept such fate?

It’s Monday and my first day of my new school. I drive my car around to where everyone else is parked, so I find myself a parking spot. Then I find the front office and go in and get my schedule. My first class is math, so I walk into the room and I’m the first one in there so I walk up to the teacher and hand him my paper to sign that I have to take back to the front office this afternoon. “Hello Miss. Billie Green I’m Mrs. Smart. It’s very nice to meet you.” The math teacher says, then sings the paper. You can go find yourself a set. I would try to find one in the front on the left-hand side. The kids pretty much already have the back full.” She tells me, and really it’s okay. I kinda like the front anyway. I make my way to a seat that looks vacant and sit down. Kids start piling in about five minutes later. And walking to their seats, there’s a tiny little girl that comes and seats down behind me. She introduces herself as Shaylee Apple. “Hello Shaylee Apple I’m Billie Green.” I tell her and hold my hand out to shake hers. I turn back around in my seat about the same time as a tall guy that has dirty blonde hair cut into spikes all over, ash gray eyes, so gray I can see the color all the way in my seat. He’s wearing a tight fitted gray shirt, and blue jeans. He has a very handsome face, but then he looks at me and instantly I see hatred in his eyes. What the heck, he doesn’t even know me. .

In Cordelia's marriage, she is the other woman. First, it was to the memory of her sister, Angelica, the woman who should have been his bride. And now, she is still only second best, cast aside for any pretty face that reminds him of his lost love. After five years of marriage, and one night of passion that turned into heartbreak, she gains the strength to start over on her own. But there are things about her marriage that she never knew. Strange things are happening all around her and it turns out that she has bigger skeletons in her closet than the ones she put there herself. What really happened to Angelica? And what will she do, once she learns the truth? ________ The first time our eyes met my heart stopped. “Hello,” I smiled in his direction, “My name is Cordelia Grayson.” His returning smile was hesitant, uncertain, and small. “Atlas Steele.” He was beautiful with his golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I could tell he was a little too old for me, but I have always been attracted to older boys. His age didn't discourage me, if anything I think it made him even more dashing. And from that moment on my heart was his. Utterly and completely. Unfortunately it was not my heart that he wanted to hold. When he raised his gaze to mine a second time, his eyes skipped over my face to focus on someone standing behind me. I turned to look. It was my sister. He asked me if I knew her. I could tell he was more interested in her than he was in me, and even though it hurt to do it, I nodded in confirmation. “That's my sister, Angelica.” “Angelica,” he said her name slowly, savoring each syllable.

Asalea's eyes narrowed. She can guess that the event is a wedding ceremony. So, she will be attending a wedding occasion? "Whose wedding is this?” she asked the man who fetched her. “Yours, Madam.”He said and then got something inside his paper bag. “Please wear this,” the man said handing her a black veil with a tiara in it, beautifully adorned with black diamonds. “What did you say?!” Asalea gasped in surprise. “This is your wedding Madam.” The young man repeated his statement. “Who shall I be marrying?” with narrowed eyes, Asalea asked again. “You will know later on. Please be ready Madam. The wedding march will start.” Then the man step aside and motioned her to walk forward when the wedding march song started to fill the whole astrodome. Asalea does not know if she will follow or will make herself invisible and run. She chose the first. She knows that she will be dead if she will run. At least they will not kill her. Looking at her elegant black gown, her veil with tiara, and the venue of the wedding; she knows she will be marrying someone of a high profile from the Glodeous Kingdom. She can still start her life here and then plan for her revenge later on against the Ecleteon werewolves. With chin held up, Asalea made her graceful walk going to the altar. Getting nearer the altar, she saw the back of a man standing in front. Asalea surmises that he might be her groom. “Hmm, not bad,” she murmured. Slowly the man turned his back and faced her when she was already walking almost beside him. Asalea's eyes grew big when she recognized the man. “Hello, my pretty vampy.” He whispered, intensely looking at her with his ocean-like deep blue eyes.

“I'd do it,”   a voice interrupted. “I'd kiss her.”   Laughter cut short like a needle across a vinyl. Heads turned. Eyes widened. There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me. —- Brielle Everly has spent her life in the shadows—overweight, shy, and constantly mocked for her body. She’s invisible to the world, an outcast in her own school. But everything changes when she’s tricked into the lead role of the school play. And the worst part? She has to practice kissing scenes with him—Killian Lancaster, the untouchable bad boy wrapped in leather and mystery. But Killian isn’t just a rebel on a motorcycle. Beneath the smirks and defiance lies a secret the school knows nothing about—a truth darker than anyone could imagine. As their worlds collide, an undeniable pull draws him to Brielle—one he can’t explain, control, or resist. But when she discovers who—or what—he really is, will she be his salvation… or his downfall? Because in the end, Brielle isn’t just a girl he can’t ignore. She’s the key to breaking the curse that haunts him and his kind. The only question is… will she save him, or doom them all?

Rape, obsession, bdsm, mafia "aren't you ashamed" "never prince" "stop following me" "I will follow you because you are my prince charming" "hooligan" she is from a highly rich family she is the only daughter to her parents she is the most pampered one and rich spoiled kid, arrogant, badass, perfectly a tomboy type she is a carefree and jovial girl where he is an orphan for whom study is the most important thing he is more determined towards his carrier and studies what happens when this arrogant girl falls for a handsome nerd what if she is obsessed of him more than anything and what happens if he hates her for her clingy nature will this couple gets united will this opposite poles attract to eachother will this handsome nerd fall for this pretty hooligan what happens when a beautiful girl chases a boy can any guys resists himself will this obsession will become love even if they are united what if destiny has some other plans for them can they escape from this deathly trap, can they live happily together can she accept another person what if she becomes obsession to the most powerful guy can she able to escape from his obsession can she imagine her life with another person other than her love "what do you want" "I want you kitty" "I don't love you" "I don't need your love I want only you" "please I beg you leave me" "in your dreams sweetheart" "why" "you are my obsession" who is this mysterious powerful guy how she became obsession to him why he wants only her to know more about the story join the journey of ENDLESS OBSESSION NOTE : this story contains mature content, BDSM, drugs, abuse and violence strictly for 18+ readers

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.