Quotes About Pandora Box

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

On the day of the mating ceremony, a crazed witch bursts in and points straight at me, shrieking, "Six years later, your Alpha will betray you!" Troy Hudson, my soon-to-be mate, turns livid. He swats the purple-glowing crystal ball from her hand, shattering it on the floor. "Nonsense! Estelle is my fated mate! I'll only ever love her in this lifetime!" After that, he becomes even more devoted to me. At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times. And Rue? She's wearing that same pair of panties. On the back of the photo, written in ink as red as blood, is a line of pure provocation. "The Alpha's heart may belong to you, but his body belongs to me." Agony ripped through my chest, yet not a single tear fell. Instead, I rest my hand on my belly and quietly send word to the Witch Association. "I accept your invitation. Please help me vanish."

For five years, I was married to Joshua Grayson. He was known as the gentleman of the tech industry and was never arrogant. In fact, he was always cool and collected. A shame we never had any children of our own. I asked every single doctor I could get my hands on, but nothing helped. For that, I kept beating myself up. Joshua told me that it was fine if we had no children, and that what mattered was that our souls were perfect for each other. We did not need any children to secure our bonds. I believed him. And then I found an unsealed box of Plan B in a secret space in his study. It looked exactly the same as the vitamin tablets he fed me all the time. A phone sat under the box. The screen was a photo of him with his top secretary, Yvonne Wellington. It was a family of three. Then, a message popped up on the screen. 'Our girl's born, Joshua! Haven't thought of her full name yet, so we'll call her Cece for now.' 'Oh, right, you fed your wife contraceptives for five years. Now that we have a perfect family, you should kick her out and make me your wife instead. When's that going to happen?' The message hit me like a lightning bolt that came out of nowhere. To think I wasted five years beating myself up for never getting a baby. To think I looked forward to one. And now, everything was crumbling around me.

Ean's face twisted with anger as he grabbed me by the arm, dragging me toward the old, rusted freezer in the corner of the warehouse. "You're going to feel what Helen felt," he spat. "Maybe that'll teach you not to mess with her." I struggled against him, panic rising in my chest. "Ean, this is insane! It was an accident! Let me explain—" He wasn’t listening. He shoved me inside the freezing metal box and slammed the door shut. The echo of the lock clicking into place made my heart pound in my ears. I banged on the door with my fists. "Ean, please! You can’t do this!" I screamed, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter as he walked away. He left me with nothing but a single bowl of water, like I was some kind of prisoner. I slumped against the cold metal, shivering. The temperature plummeted almost instantly. The hum of the freezer kicked in, and I realized too late—it wasn’t broken like he thought. It was working, and I was trapped. My body shook uncontrollably as the cold seeped into my bones. I screamed for help until my throat was raw, clawing at the walls in desperation. My bloody handprints smeared across the icy surface, a silent plea for mercy that no one would hear. Seven days passed. When Ean finally returned, the look on his face was one of smug satisfaction. He had expected me to beg, to apologize. But when they pried open the freezer, all they found was my frozen body, stiff and silent, my suffering long over.

It was all so very fast. One second he was talking, the next his head was lying on the floor beside him, detached from his body. She had ticked yet another box in his head. He heard her before he saw her, and he could genuinely say he wasn’t disappointed. She was strikingly beautiful, stunning, in fact. On closer view, he could see that she had a nice body to complement her beauty. For some reason, his wolf was jumping around at the sight of her. Considering his wolf was not a fan of anyone, it was a bit surprising. She stopped directly in front of him with her head bowed in respect to his title. He nodded in acceptance and gestured for her to raise her head. Their eyes met, and he could swear his entire world shook. He jolted forward, almost standing up from his throne as if to hug her. “Mate,” he said to her in his mind. She didn’t even flinch before responding, “You wish, pretty boy.” ................................................................................................................................................ In a realm where the divine essence of a goddess is tied with that of a mortal man, a mating occurs. A mating that births a wonder,a being that had never been seen before. A woman who was born to save and to destroy. The ethereal bloodline of the celestial deity, Selene, running through her mortal veins, making her into a radiant bridge between the realms where gods and humans collide. Born of the goddess Selene's bloodline, she's a celestial force to be aligned with. But with a mortal as a father, she's also a forbidden on both the mortal world and the immortal. Journey with the child of the Goddess in this story.

"Kita bangkrut Ani, kita miskin," ucap Rhoma. "Tidak Rhoma, tidak ...." teriak Ani sembari menjambak rambutnya dan berteriak histeris. Tak pernah bisa Ani bayangkan kalau dirinya harus menjadi orang miskin akibat kebodohan suaminya yang terlalu mempercayai pengacara keluarganya. Hari itu, Ani tertidur sebagai seorang istri pengusaha sukses, kaya raya loh jinawi dan terbangun sebagai seorang miskin yang harus membuat dirinya juga keluarganya pindah dari Jakarta ke Cililin. Bisakah ia dan keluarganya beradaptasi dengan kehidupan desa yang jauh dari kata modern dan memiliki tetangga yang kelakuannya absurd dan out of the box? Bisakah dirinya yang sudah terbiasa hidup enak, di mana setiap hari makan di restoran mahal dan hidup bergelimang harta, harus berubah menjadi wanita yang makan seadanya dan hidup pas-pasan juga terlunta-lunta? Sudah tampak mengerikan bukan? Tapi, Tuhan punya cara absurd untuk membuat keluarga Rhoma lebih sengsara lagi. Iya ... Tuhan membuat keluarga mereka terbalut hutang yang sangat besar, hingga mereka dikejar-kejar debt collector tampan nan rupawan yang mampu menggetarkan ginjal semua janda dan perawan di desa Cililin yang bernama Fikri Bulbul. Dengan membaca kisah ini Anda sudah ikut berpartisipasi dalam dunia Rhoma yang manis, romantis dan kocak. Ingat ... bila Anda tertawa sampai bengek hingga di anggap kurang waras oleh sekitar Anda, jangan salahkan Keluarga Rhoma tapi, salahkan penulisnya. XOXO Gallon yang Hobi Kellon.

(Ship of Temptation 2) Nang dahil sa wine, nalagay sa panganib ang buhay ni Meldy. Muntik na siyang ipakulong ni Eliot Santisas, ang mayamang negosyante sa bayan nila sa pag-aakalang ninakaw niya ang isang box ng wine na nagkakahalaga ng isang milyon. Ngunit sa hindi inaasahang pagkakataon, biglang dumating si Elise—ang anak ni Eliot at inakalang si Meldy ang ina niya. “Bad ka papa! Inaway mo si mama!” Umiiyak na sabi ni Elise habang yakap-yakap si Meldy. Nakita yun ni Meldy na oportunidad para hindi tuluyang makulong. “Sir, b-babayaran ko po ang wine. Pagta-trabahuan ko po yun sa inyo kung maaari.” Tumingin si Meldy kay Elise. “Pwede po akong maging yaya ng anak niyo. Magta-trabaho po ako ng libre hanggang sa mabayaran ko po ang halaga no'ng nawalang wine niyo.” Isang mahabang katahimikan ang namayani bago sumagot si Eliot. “Pag-iisipan ko,” sabi nito at kinuha si Elise at umalis. Nakahinga si Meldy at inakalang nakalusot siya sa kamalasan sa buhay, hindi niya alam na pinasok niya pala ang pa-in na nilaan para sa kaniya ni Eliot Santisas. Ngumisi siya habang binabaybay ang daan papunta sa kwarto ni Elise. “I think it’s time for you to pay your sin.” Ang mga salitang naglalaro sa isipan ni Eliot.

My brother was a twisted, paranoid psychopath. When I was ten, my parents were murdered. Both my legs broke off while I tried to save my brother. I became his only family and also Achilles’ heel. Those who mocked me as a crippled would have their bones broken, and anyone who tried to hurt me would be smashed into a pulp. As he reclaimed our family’s fortune, he became “the Devil” in Amberwater, a man no one dared to offend. Yet, he alone spoiled me like I was a little princess. Everyone knew that Lucas’s sister was untouchable. He had sent me abroad to receive the best treatment. The day that I could finally stand up again, I received an invitation to my brother’s engagement banquet. “Veronica, we’re going to have a new family member soon.” I heard that his fiancee was the daughter of a wealthy family. She was gentle and virtuous. I dressed beautifully to meet her and planned to give her the jade bracelet that my mother had left behind. However, she had me kidnapped and taken to an abandoned construction building. “You lowly little witch. I’ll rip that face of yours since you’re such a seductress. I’ll see how you’ll steal my man now!” She crushed my mother’s heirloom, broke all my limbs, and ripped my face off. Then, she ordered a dozen men to torment me to death. In the end, she stuffed me into a gift box and sent it to my brother. “Dearest, this is your wedding gift. Do you like it?”

{SUPPORT = MOTIVATION = MORE UPDATES} Valery Hale ~ All I ever wanted was a comfortable life for me and my brother, Derek. With no parents, I had to work hard to put food on our table. Derek needs to go to school, and I need money for the never-ending bills. Just when life starts getting good, fate decides to throw in a box of scorpions. I can barely make ends meet every month, as if that isn’t hell enough. How am I supposed to make the CEO of a multibillion-dollar company fall in love with me? Did I mention he’s also an Alpha Lycan?   Nathaniel Kress ~ For generations, KressCo. has met the needs of The BloodFlame Pack. Being the next Alpha, I am to also take over as the CEO of the company, but my father won’t let me until I claim someone to replace my deceased Mate. I don’t believe in second-chance Mates and even if I did, not Valery. I should've rejected her from the start because now I can’t get her out of my head. If only I knew she wasn’t the innocent lamb she was so good at pretending to be... -- Jaden points the loaded gun at me. “Valery, you have three months to get the bastard to marry you. Succeed, and you’ll get your brother back in one piece. Fail.” My heart skips a beat at the click sound the gun makes in his hands. “Fail, and I’ll break every bone in his body, then feed him to my sharks.” He threatens with his hand outstretched to me. “It’s simple enough, so do we have a deal?” The Mafia Lord asks, his lips curving to form an evil grin. Like I have a choice. “Yes.” --

I collapsed at work and rushed to the hospital. When I saw the pregnancy test results, my heart filled with joy. Finally, something to save our loveless marriage. But my billionaire husband Ethan didn't ask if I was okay. He yelled at me for missing work. I noticed a Tiffany box in his car and my hope returned. Maybe he does care. Maybe he bought me something special. That night, his stepsister Mara came home after years abroad. She walked into our dining room wearing the necklace from that box. The one I thought was mine. She smiled at me while touching the diamonds around her neck. Then she took my seat in his car. My project at work. My place at the dinner table. Even my bedroom felt like hers. When the elevator crashed and we both screamed for help, Ethan came running. He pulled her out first. He held her like she was his whole world. He left me bleeding on the floor, begging him to save our baby. I heard them talking through the hospital wall. Mara asked if he loved me. The silence that followed broke something inside me I can never fix. His grandfather kept them apart because they're stepsiblings. Now he's dead. Now she's back. And I'm just the wife standing in her way. I'm pregnant with his child, but I'm starting to realize the truth. I was never his first choice. I was never even his second. I was just someone to fill the space until she came home. The question is, will I stay and watch him choose her over and over again? Or will I finally choose myself?