Quotes Smoke

"Why did you buy me? Someone like me can't possibly be your mate." He chuckled low, exhaling the toxic smoke from his cigarette. "Darling, I'm not looking for a mate. I am looking for a slave." ---- After the tragic massacre of her pack, eighteen-year-old Alora Augustus was forced to enter an auction block, bruised and beaten. With her hopes washed down the drain, she decided she wouldn't go down without a fight. Mysteriously, she found herself bought by Alpha Conrad, the feared leader of the Ironfang pack, and a man whose heart is said to be as cold as ice. Even so, rumor has it that he has the charm to make every woman he beds to fall for him. If he thinks that she'd become one of his collections, then he's dead wrong. But little did she know, Conrad did not choose her randomly. He has secrets connected to the murder of her family. He thought she'd be a submissive and obedient slave. He didn't expect to see the fire in her eyes and the stubborn courage she carries with her like a crown despite being ripped off of dignity. In a world where power is everything, Alora struggles to survive while playing the dangerous game of love and trust. Is falling for her heartless captor be the end for her?

He came for blood. He stayed for the enigmatic boy on stage. Lucian Moreau is the cold, calculated heir to Europe’s deadliest crime empire. Sent to Barcelona to smoke out traitors, he never expected him—Jace, the hypnotic stripper with bruised eyes, a knife-sharp mouth, and a body made to tempt devils.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

Si Lishana Lizvaha ay isang masayahin at chubby na babae na mahilig gumuhit ng makukulay na librong pambata. Isang araw, sapilitan siyang dinala ng kanyang mga kaibigan sa isang marangyang club. Ngunit imbes na sumayaw, nahulog ang atensyon ni Lishana o Lisha sa isang crossword puzzle sa dyaryo na nakita lamang niya sa isang sulok, na hindi naman sa kanya at hindi niya dapat kunin, hawakan o pakialamanan. Ang maliit na desisyong iyon ang naging daan para makilala niya si Trego, a gravely handsome mafia and classic toy collector. At first, everything went smoothly. The man was charming, despite his intimidating aura. But Lishana should’ve listened to her instincts that night. Because a few days later, Lishana Lizvaha vanished like smoke from a blazing fire; 'kidnapped' by the irresistible stranger named, Trego Gregory Braganza.