Round Table Arthur

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and fuck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!" As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at fuck. When his fingers worked circles around her clit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, she was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your pussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." Onyx Reighs is perhaps one of the finest Chief executives in town. He was respected by his subordinates and desired by females since he possessed every excellent precision a man should have as a leader. But by the end of the night, he was the most notorious player. To him, the purpose of life was to work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. No woman could ever resist his enchantments, and he hadn't expected to know the word "rejected" until she came to fly his bird. What will happened when the lady who rejected him turned out to be his soulmate?

Mila is one of a kind. She possesses such powers that every Alpha desires. When she runs away from her pack, she is captured by rivals. But they are unaware of what she is hiding - her true identity. Mila is a 'were-enchantress' - an off-spring of late-Alpha and a powerful witch. When she meets Arthur, future-alpha of the rival pack who have her enslaved, things stir. But would Arthur choose a slave as his Luna or would she be forced in submission. Read the story of Mila-Grace as they find their true potential and hunt for perfect mate.

Nicole Allen had the most normal life. She procrastinate, she struggles with her daily life and, to mention, always had been the target of her notorious boss, Eric Marsh, to yell at. But every normalcy in her life turned upside down when the world of magic granted her one wish. Nicole is stuck with her pessimistic reality, that was why when she was introduced with fantasy, she made fun of it. And that's where her real struggles come. Will she ever survive, when the real twist of her bland life is more than one turn of a table?

I returned home after studying abroad for three years, only to find that my brother’s girlfriend had brought her entire family to live in my mansion. The moment they saw me, they pinned me against the floor. "How dare you! Call him your sweetheart, spend his money, and now you're here to take my mansion? " When I saw the girlfriend’s crazed antics, I was shocked. “Who did you say owns the mansion?” “It’s my boyfriend’s, but it’ll be mine sooner or later. It has nothing to do with you.” With her parents, she yanked off the ancient pendant on my neck and crushed my heirloom bracelet. They even tied up my limbs, put me on the table, and positioned me in a humiliating pose to post online. Her brother pinned my legs down and reached under my shirt…

It was something that Lissa had wanted ever she laid eyes on their newly appointed supervisor over the small but continuously growing company that she works for. He's gorgeous as hell. And everybody wants him. Sometimes, Lissa even thinks about whenever she 'plays' with herself. But of course, everything that she fantasies will remain as a fantasy. That supervisor of hers is bisexual and prefers to do the deed with men. But that's until she hears a little something from a little birdie in the table next to her. "Karma is a bitch, and revenge is best served cold --- bitter and kicking." As the messed up relationship between Anthony and Lissa grows passionately everyday, a text message from an unknown number will disrupt their lives. The text message contained a few sentences, something vague and Anthony thought it was only a scam for there are so many opportunistic folks in the world. However, the next day when he turned up for work with Lissa holding his hand, a certain woman wearing a Burgundy lipstick rattled him to the core. It was Tessa. Armed with vengeance and a story that could potentially destroy the empire Anthony's father has built. "So... what's your plan now, Mr. Lee?" Tessa leaned closer, whispering words laced with venom to his ear. "Will you cave in, or... would you like the world to know what kind of twisted son a of a bitch you really are." Anthony swallowed, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. His head was spinning and his world was crashing and burning and breaking in different places. And so it's true, Karma comes after everyone eventually. And this is his. "What do you want?" Tessa licked her lips then smirked. "Isn't it obvious?" She chuckled, her fingers traveling down his pants. "You."

Executive Secretary si Jonie ng isa sa pinakamayamang negosyante sa bansa na si Kenneth Enriquez. Di tulad ng ibang mga babae na nagkakandarapa sa Boss nya, sya lang ang natatanging walang interest dito. Ayaw nyang maging laruan ng amo nya, may plano pa cya sa buhay lalo na't nag-iisa nyang tinataguyod ang Mama nyang may Cancer. Sa di inaasahang pagkakataon ay nalaman nito na nangangailangan cya ng malaking halaga para sa pagpapagamot ng Mama nya. Inalok cya nito ng sampung milyon kapalit ang pagkababae nya at manirahan kasama ito sa iisang bubong sa loob ng tatlong bwan. Nung una ay ayaw nyang pumayag pero wala cyang magagawa. Hindi nya makakain ang prinsipyo nya at buhay ng Mama nya ang nakataya dito. Hanggang sa isang gabi ay nasampal cya nito dahil sa selos.... "Siguro ibabalik ko nalang ang pera mo Sir.. Hindi ko po kasi kayang makipag mabutihan sa lalaking nananakit ng babae. Bahala na po kung saan ako kukuha ng pang opera ng Mama ko pero ayaw ko din isaalang-alang ang buhay ko.." "Babe please!... I'm not as bad as you think. Hindi ko din alam kung bakit ko nagawa sayo yun...first time nangyari sa akin to, hindi ko na kilala ang sarili ko..." "Nakapag desisyon na po ako Sir.. aalis nalang po ako dito sa condo nyo." "Please stay... Hindi ko kukunin ang pera sayo.... sayo na yun.. para sa Mama mo, pero hindi na kita aangkinin, walang mangyayari sa atin sa loob ng tatlong buwan...wag ka lang umalis dito..." Gusto nyang pumayag...bentahe lahat sa kanya ang kondisyon ng boss nya pero ang hindi nya sigurado ay kung kakayanin nya ang pang-aakit nito sa kanya kahit pa sabihing walang mangyayari sa kanila. Masyadong matagal ang tatlong buwan para matiis nya ang karisma ng isang Kenneth Enriquez.

He looked up at the sky filled with dancing stars "I wonder how long it will take for this realm to become extinct." The savior thought within himself. "Well, that would take a billion years, give or take." The savior heard in his head. He looked around to see who it was but he didn't see anyone, he replied anyway "Then we need to make that billion years into few years. And I know what to do." The round table was covered with a golden cloth with some strangers sitting round it "I hope we are all clear on what to do?" The savior asked.

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.

"I own you!" He towers over me, trapping me against the wall. "I'm not yours to own," I reply. "But you are," He insists, he brings his hand to my neck and trails it down, only touching me with his fingertips. "Every single part of your body is mine." He trails his finger down the valley of my breasts, down my waist where he grabs me and pulls me to his chest. My eyes gazing deep into his, he says "And I can do whatever I want to do with it." *************************************** Bella Arthur is a twenty five -year-old omega, living with her younger sister who has cancer. As an orphan, Bella works two jobs to provide for her sister and pay for her medication. When she's offered a life-changing contract, she must decide whether to regret the contract and find her way through life or risk her life by spending 182 days in the Lycan's palace, known as hell on earth.

When my son was born, I noticed a small, round birthmark on his arm. But the weird thing? By the time I opened my eyes again after giving birth, it was gone. I figured maybe I'd imagined it. That is, until the baby shower. My brother-in-law's son, born the same day as mine, had the exact same birthmark. Clear as day. That's when it hit me. I didn't say a word, though. Not then. I waited. Eighteen years later, at my son's college acceptance party, my brother-in-law stood up and dropped the truth bomb: the "amazing" kid I'd raised was theirs. I just smiled and invited him and his wife to take their "rightful" seats at the table.