Sasuke Staring

"Is this your first pregnancy?" the doctor asked, prompting Marco to adjust his sitting position. "So, she's really pregnant?" Marco asked to confirm, causing the doctor to nod, while Letta tried to close her eyes. It seemed she couldn't escape from the man next to her who was now staring at her intently. "Yes, your wife is indeed pregnant. And if this is your first pregnancy, it seems I should provide some explanations so you won't be in the dark about this pregnancy," the doctor said, leaving Letta only able to nod. After all, she really needed knowledge about this pregnancy, and the doctor's explanations seemed like they would help. But, somehow, what initially made Letta excited because Marco was by her side might make her slightly unfocused in listening to the doctor.

Extract. " Why are you here?" She asked, staring out the window. She has refused to face him since he entered the room, treating him as if he were a ghost. She was a ghost to everyone but not to him and she wondered why. " Came to see you. Did I come at a bad time?" He asked. With a crooked sigh, she finally turned to face him, revealing a tear streaked face. Anger rose in him. Moving towards him, she muttered through gritted teeth. " Every time is a bad time Ray, don't you understand that?" " I understand if you're angry, I can always come see you tomorrow..." She cut him off. " I don't want you to come see me tomorrow or the day after that! I need you to leave me alone! Stop trying to help me Ray, we both know it's not going to work. I wonder why you even bother. Just go away!" " Why do you keep pushing me away?! I want to help you, why won't you let me?" " Because it's of no use. No one can help me Ray, not even you. And you trying is going to hurt the both of us! Even more than we can ever imagine." She spat, tears clouding in her eyes again. She was always crying and frowning. Never smiled. He never thought she knew what it felt like to smile. " But I love you! I freaking do! Why can't you understand and let me stay?" He yelled, shaking her, tears forming in his eyes at the one girl he loved but keeps pushing him away. " Then hate me. If you truly love me Ray... You would hate me." She growled, staring deep into his eyes. Giving him a choice, to hate or love her...

A week before our wedding, my fiancee, Lauren Blair, went to the hospital for a prenatal checkup. She was accompanied by her newly hired assistant, Ian Kane. Coincidentally, she ended up being assigned to my clinic. I stood there holding Lauren’s pregnancy report in my hand, staring through the narrow gap in the door at the two of them outside. Ian pulled her into his arms by the waist, confessing with aching tenderness, "Lauren, I love you." "I love you too, Ian. I'm only married to Sam because of the circumstances I’m stuck in, but you've always been the one who holds my heart." I stopped hesitating. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to my father. "Dad, I accept the marriage alliance with Ms. Sheridan. The wedding date can remain. Just change the bride."

I'd always seen myself a certain way, as a good and loving daughter, a girl who enjoyed reading and laying on the grass staring up at the sky. A simple and good person. But this world is cruel to simple, good people. In the year 1674 I was sentence to death. The people I grew up with, laughed and cried with the people I shared precious memories with, abandoned me, scorned me, called me horrible things and laughed as I died. But the thing about death is... It's not always permeant! But theirs would be. Their death's would be a long bloody nightmare! ----- Scarlet Grey was betrayed and abandoned by those she thought would always stand by her. So when the opportunity for vengeance is presented to her by a devilishly handsome stranger, she takes it and with it she became the eternal companion of an insane ancient vampire... Evan Evers. And sometimes... Insanity's contagious!

“Where’s the ring?” "Huh?" She pulled her hand back. “I asked, Where’s the ring?” Chris repeated the question, staring at his fiancée with displeasure. “It’s at the office. Since I have to wash coffee cups often, I took it off and put it away. I was afraid it might get worn out.” Her answer made Chris feel slightly relieved. "If you take off that ring again, I’ll take it as you ending our engagement. No games." "I’m not breaking off the engagement. I just took off the ring to keep it safe." “Then put it on. Right now.” Chris’s glare was unwavering, his words almost a command. "Alright, alright," she muttered in protest, reached into her bag, took out her ring, and put it on. Then she turned her hand to show him.

"Isabella, let my love be the light you run to..." Damon caressed her cheeks, gently staring into her eyes. "Let my passion be the hope you ride on..." With those words of promise, he entered her in one full thrust. ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ The love—and undeniably lust—between Damon and Isabella is only the beginning of an incoming war... Damon, a charming alpha with polluted alpha blood, is dazzled at the very sight of his new maid, Isabella. In a haze of the alluring feelings of confusion that spring within him, he orders for her to be settled close to his chambers, a place that would make it easy for her to attend to him—and slip into his bed. With the strange powers streaming through Isabella, she poses an explosive threat to the pack and the entire province—and Damon will never agree to the option of sending her away. Not even if it will cost him all he has labored for...

Blurb: "You're coming home with me. Today!" Emily shuddered as the father of her baby spoke in a calm, ordered tone. She had been fresh out of a relationship with an ex who was secretly gay. He had deceived her for three years. Angry and devastated, she has a one-night stand, and now she's staring into the eyes of the strongest Mafia Lord in America. Lucious, wants his child and won't settle for anything less. She must take the family name and be forced to marry her ex, Cole to save his name. Will she do it? How does she handle this weird family dynamic? What will she do when she discovers she's in love with her Ex-Fiance's father and is forced to be his gay son's wife to save his life? Will she do it? Read on to find out!

Even on my hundredth proposal, Isabelle Cole still turns me down. We've been together for seven years. For the previous 99 proposals, she said her childhood friend isn't married yet, and she can't bring herself to break the promise they've made. Staring at the ring in my hand, I finally can't hold it in anymore. "If Ronald never gets married, are you going to keep him company forever? What am I to you?" Isabelle's expression turns gloomy in an instant. She snatches the ring and throws it into the river. "Ron and I made a promise when we were kids that we'd get married at the same time. How can I just abandon him? "And besides, is that piece of paper really all that important, Lucas? We've been together for seven years. What difference would it even make?"

"You’re running from monsters you don’t understand, Emma. But what happens when you realize the biggest one is staring at you in the mirror?" Kael’s voice was low, dangerous. “You don’t belong in their world—or mine.” Emma is a human journalist with an unrelenting curiosity, determined to uncover the truth behind a string of bizarre animal attacks plaguing her small town. But her investigation leads her into a hidden world where creatures of the night rule, and nothing is as it seems. A deadly encounter changes her life forever, thrusting her into the arms of Kael, a brooding Alpha wolf with secrets of his own. As Emma’s world unravels, she must navigate dangerous alliances, forbidden love, and a revelation about herself that could alter the balance of power between vampires and werewolves forever. Some truths are worth risking everything for. Even your humanity.

On the day I tried on my wedding dress, a stranger burst into the VIP fitting room and slashed me with a knife. She tore my dress to shreds, her face twisted with rage. "A gold-digger like you doesn't deserve a dress this expensive!" The blade, soaked in sulfuric acid, pierced my abdomen, and I collapsed in agony. She grabbed my hair and slapped me, snarling, "Clarence promised to marry me! You're nothing but a homewrecker!" Blood stained my gown as the truth hit me. My boyfriend of seven years had been cheating on me. "Keep staring, huh? My man runs this city. I could kill you, and no one would touch me!" she taunted, smug as hell. With bloodied hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed my brother. "Chris, come get me from the bridal shop. And tell the Thompsons the engagement is off."