Rabbit Trembling

Five years had gone by since my death. The cops called my mom and told her they got news about me. My mother and brother marched to my grandmother's home and kicked her door down. "Where's Charlie? That shameless woman has been hiding from us far too long. Her brother needs her cornea, and she's giving it to him!" "Charlie's dead," said my grandmother, sobbing. My mother sneered. "As if. The cops called us. They said they had her news. Hand her over or get out of the house, you hag." My grandmother looked at her daughter, tears streaming down her cheeks. With trembling hands, she took my photo out. "I wonder if you've ever regretted saving your brother, Charlie."

WARNING!!! Contains sucide, strong words, etc please proceed with caution Take off your clothes," he ordered, breaking the silence that seemed to stretch on forever. Honestly, that was the last thing I expected to hear. I had prepared myself for many possibilities, but this request caught me off guard. Did this mean I had unintentionally seduced him? And if I had, did it also mean I was now to be intimate with him? He was undeniably attractive, but did I truly want to become intimate with this strange king? The answer was a resounding no; I did not. With trembling hands, I cautiously reached for the straps of my attire, ready to peel it away from my skin. Yet, something held me back, a hesitation I could not explain. I nervously bit my lower lip and then blurted out without thinking, as I often did, "I am not a harlot," I lied. I noticed the somewhat puzzled look on his face as soon as the words left my lips. "I don't engage in such activities. I'm here to serve you wine, but I accidentally spilled it, and I deeply apologize for that," I hastily added, bowing before making my quick exit from the room. In her darkest moment, a woman named Moon decides to end her life by falling off a bridge. However, the universe grants her a second chance when she mysteriously finds herself in a strange new world, vastly different from Earth. There, she encounters a powerful king who selects her as his mistress, unaware of his dark secret - he's a werewolf and his usually dormant wolf has a strong desire to consume her. As their story unfolds, she must confront her fears, torn between her attraction to the king and the need to protect herself.

A handsome yet pale-looking man suddenly appeared in front of Celestine. A vampire! That's what she thinks when she saw his pointed fangs. She was about to run to save her life but the vampire quickly grabbed her shoulder. "Where are you going, Lady?" he asked her in a dangerous tone. "P-Please, d-don't kill me. I'm willing to do anything just spare my life," Celestine begged the vampire, her body trembling in fear of the ruthless creature in front of her. "Really?" the vampire smiled, his fangs shows up and it only makes Celestine frightened even more. "Then be my slave!" Unwilling to die, Celestine agreed to become the vampire's slave. But she didn't expect that she will fall in love with him. And thus, they started a vampire-human relationship. But she becomes the target of another powerful vampire because she was the weakness of Trevor, which she discovered awakened because of her blood. Now, she will not only face Trevor's enemies but also needs to face her father who hated Trevor for many years.

Money, power, and fame may not be everything in a person's lifetime, but if you want to possess everything, those are the necessities. The girl asked, "What about love?" The man smirked and mockingly replied, "Love? It's the cheapest thing, only those who are lowly and contemptible believe in something called 'love'." Speaking of "love" as well, the man knelt at the feet of the other girl, tears streaming down his handsome face. He pleaded, his voice trembling, looking up at the girl and said, "I beg you... you can beat me, you can kill me however you want... but please don't abandon me, don't abandon our child... I love you, Verity, I love you..." The girl, named Verity, gazed down with misty eyes and said, "Noah, you're absolutely right... love is indeed the cheapest thing in the world. It's thanks to you that I've come to understand this 'truth'."

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.

When Prince Aurelian is dragged before the Alpha King Vael, bloodied and shackled, he expects to die. Vael’s pack razed his kingdom, slaughtered his people—and now, Aurelian is nothing but a spoil of war. But fate is cruel. The gods made Aurelian his mate. Vael should kill him. Instead, he stares at the prince’s trembling lips, the delicate curve of his throat, the fire in his eyes—and all he can think about is how cruel the gods are and badly he wants to ruin him. "You hate me?" I murmured, brushing my lips over the delicate tip of his finger, tasting defiance on his skin. My other hand gripped the root of my cock, slow, aching, tight. "Good. I want you weeping when I take you—cursing me through clenched teeth while I fuck the fury out of your bones." But Aurelian is not some broken thing to be claimed. A voice calls to him in the dark, a forgotten god whispering promises of power, revenge—and freedom. All Aurelian has to do is surrender. Let it in. Let it take control. As rebellion brews and lust poisons every breath between them, Vael’s wolf wants to claim. Aurelian wants to destroy. But the bond is stronger than hate—and hunger always wins.

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.

Rain Stanton thought she was mentally prepared, but she couldn’t stop her trembling hands. She took the envelope and opened it. Sitting quietly in the envelope was a Divorce Agreement. Rain felt as if her heart was cut by a blunt knife and asked, “What have I done wrong, Payton? Please give our marriage a chance.” Her husband, Payton Phillips, looked at her coldly and replied, “I have never loved you, Rain. The gentleness and tenderness I gave you were not meant for you. When I was in bed with you, I had Zara in my mind. You are nothing but a substitute. I give you five days to sign the divorce agreement.” Rain was not aware that Payton had a first love, if life had a rewind button….

Arya Songhurst had loved Neil Hammond with all her heart for 15 years. Then, on the day she gave birth to their twins, she slipped into a coma. While she lay unconscious, she heard her husband whisper coldly in her ear, "Ary, don't ever wake up again. You're useless to me now." She had believed Neil was gentle and loving. Instead, he only held disgust and ruthless manipulation for her. The twins she risked everything to bring into the world? They stood by her hospital bed, sweetly calling Neil's first love "Mommy." Something inside Arya shattered completely. When she finally woke, the first thing she did was file for divorce. Only after the divorce did Neil realize how deeply Arya was woven into his life. She was more than his wife—she was a habit, a constant presence he could not live without. Their next encounter came at a high-level medical summit. Arya entered as a top pharmaceutical expert, glowing with confidence, commanding every eye in the room. The woman who once lived and breathed for Neil did not spare him a single glance. He believed she was just angry and that she would return once he reached out. After all, she had once loved him to the bone. Then he saw her again—at the lavish engagement party for the powerful Pearce family's new heir. She wore a stunning wedding dress, smiling radiantly as she ran into Troy Pearce's arms, eyes shining with love and devotion. Neil lost it, and jealousy consumed him. With bloodshot eyes and trembling hands, he crushed a wine glass in his grip, blood dripping down like punishment for the woman he had lost.

Olivia’s POV The moment Armando left, the dam broke. I sobbed into the silence, my chest heaving with the weight of everything I’d pushed down for so long. I wanted to hold him tight. To kiss him and to tell him how much I loved him and how much I wanted his protection but I just couldn’t because I didn’t trust anyone else and because I never wanted anything to do with love after James. I hated myself for pushing him away. But more than that, I hated that I felt anything for him at all. I sat there, drowning in the storm of my own heart, knowing that love was a battlefield I might never cross again, and yet, for the first time, I wished I had the courage to try. Armando’s POV Back in my study, I poured myself a glass of whiskey, my hand trembling as I lit a cigarette. The tears came slowly at first, hot and unfamiliar against my skin. I hadn’t cried since I was ten years old. But tonight, I wept. For her. For me. For everything we could never be.