Scared Eyes

In Ravenstone, a divided town, where wolves dominate and the people are nothing but shadows, Aria Blake has never found her place. An orphan with no memory of who she is, her only belonging is a crescent moon necklace she has had ever since she can remember--and a secret crush on Kian, son to the Alpha, the unattainable man. However, all that changes when she is humiliated, one night at a party. Aria changes before the eyes of the whole school after her necklace is torn on her neck. A human girl, a Wolf? Impossible. Scared and lost, she runs away to the forest and then wakes up with Lucian, the weird outcast wolf by her side. As the town attempts to overcome her change, Aria uncovers a horrifying reality; she is the sole surviving descendant of the Moon Goddess and the only one with the power to end a curse that has been in existence since time.

Elysia Woodthorn may be the most unlucky woman to walk the earth, or maybe not, but who am I to question fate? But one thing that’s real and true is her losing everything she held dear in a day: her job, relationship, and hope for a better future! But life wasn’t done fucking with her, cause a reckless one-night stand with the lycan king with a dark reputation ended up getting her pregnant, leaving her scared— scared of him, of the truth she was about to uncover, and knowing that she would never be free of him.

"Good morning.” She greeted as she peeked on my male's cheek with so much affection. And I could feel my heart start to bleed as the male destined for me smiled down at the female and kissed her temple with his heart oozing adoration. My wolf was on her hind legs staring at the female through my eyes. She fisted her hair and knotted them in a bun and my eyes fell on the glorifying fresh mark on her neck. I return my eyes to the male standing in front of me. That is when I noticed the angry red mark on his neck. And I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces. The moment I found out that there was another life growing inside me, I was scared, I was terrified. But the instant I knew it was his, I was on my way to find him, to reclaim him after all those years of waiting. But fate had other plans, and I suppose the Goddess loved making my life a living hell. He was supposed to choose me, he was meant to love me, he was born to be mine. He was my other half, my soul mate. But he bore another's mark…he was mated to another.  

I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him. His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off. "I'm engaged, and I have a child with him" I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak. He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath. "I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back. The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his. We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears. "Mom?"

*Excerpt* My gaze met Sergio's. He didn't look away. I couldn't look away either. It felt like there was an invisible magnet pulling us towards each other. He looked away, breaking us from the trance. "Are you sure you're okay, Nicole?" "Come inside." He shook his head. "I was worried, and—" "Come inside, let's talk." He shook his head again, unyieldingly. "We're already talking." "Are you scared?" I asked in a challenging voice, my gazed fixed on him. "What are you so scared of?" "Nicole..." "To answer your question, no, Sergio, I'm not okay." "What's bothering you?" The vulnerability in his eyes towards me was palpable. It was my chance to act. I couldn't afford to waste it. "You," I replied, my gaze still boring into his. "And your fiancee. I couldn't bear watching you together." Sergio swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing. "I was jealous, Sergio." • *Blurb* In a turn of events, Juliana bears witness to the brutal murder of her father—a sight she never thought she'd witness. Amidst the turmoil, she finds out she's their next target, but somehow, she manages to evade them. Determined to seek closure and justice for what happened to her father, Juliana takes on a new identity as Nicole and embarks on a quest for vengeance against the masterminds. With a heart hardened by grief, she takes on the journey. A journey that would test her limits and push her to do unthinkable things. Will she succeed? Follow her on this journey as she confronts the demon of her past.

Alpha Draven is known as the Alpha of war. When he is called away, his guards beat, rape, and torture a scared she-wolf. When he returns and finds his guards have whipped her almost to death, he realizes she is his mate. After learning she had been beaten and tortured in his prison, he knows he will give up anything to protect her. Aura is a broken wolf. Her life hasn't been the same since her mother passed away. She stopped speaking when her father began drinking. She has been abandoned by those she trusted. After being beaten, raped, and tortured, can she find herself and be the Luna he needs? What are the strange lights coming from her hands? Why are her eyes different colors? When things start going wrong, will she be the Luna the pack needs? Or will fear destroy her once again?

Sam and I have been married for ten years. He always said he would give me the wedding of my dreams. However, three days before the ceremony, my eyes, which had been blind for the past six months after saving Sam’s life, miraculously regained vision. The first thing I saw when I opened them was Sam tangled in bed with his pretty secretary, Alisa. The bed was still shaking while Alisa typed on her phone. She showed it to him, smirking. [Sam, we're out of condoms. Why not ask your blind wife to grab one for us?] Sam’s veins bulged at his temple. His eyes darted toward me in panic. Alisa, however, scoffed and typed again. [What are you so scared of? Your wife’s blind. What’s she gonna see?] Sam sighed in resignation. “Hazel, can you pass me the box of cigarettes from the nightstand?” That cigarette box he mentioned was clearly labeled: Durex Ultra-Thin—Bare Feel. My heart shattered, and I booked a flight to Rockbridge before the wedding. When Sam came running after me, hysterical, I said coldly to him, “Sam. I can see.”

"YOUR MINE DAMN IT NEVER FORGET THAT" She's Anastasia. All her life she grew up on the streets, helpless and hungry, until one day a boy came into her life and taught her how to fight, and afterwards he left just like everyone does. But she started street fighting turned into a badass. They considered her as the she-devil. Meet Luca Phoenix the leader of one of the biggest mafias of the world. He is cold hearted. Sleeps around. Is a Greek God. He also has lost his parents. The typical cliché bad boy. One problem, they both love it when they see fear in people's eyes, but they both aren't scared of anything, not even death itself scares them. What happens when faith takes a role in both of there lives and they meet. Will they fall in LOVE?or will it be a tragic disaster? Could it be A love so strong? Maybe A love that can't be ignored? A TOXIC LOVE perhaps?

I'm not scare about taking the risk, I'm scared losing you again. It just happen again, but I bet my life to you.- Snipe Swaggerty

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.