Shook

Gorgeous, sassy with a smart tongue; Olivia Vitalio. A twenty-one-year-old, daughter of one of the biggest mafia. She was living a life until she got to know what exactly her father was. A monster! Shattered, betrayed, hatred were the only things she was able to feel in her blood. Anything that could bring him down from where he was, she was ready to do it and in this darkness, she found her light. He came like a storm and shook her spirt to its core. Victor Amuso, a man with a heart of rock, a living devil with a face of angel, he is an evil in the clothes of God. He has no morals and the only thing that matters for him is success and vengeance. She knows dealing with him can be signing off herself to her death but she was ready to put everything on stake. For him she was only a pawn but their deal changed something in him. A crack, something shifted inside him and he knew that Olivia Vitalio, daughter of his biggest enemy is going to be his death. The devil was losing his heart even before he could realize that he had one at the first place. His love was unexpected and she was burning him with her fire, he who wanted to ruin her world was being destroyed by her into pieces and bringing his doom. WARNING: The story will have explicit scenes, violence, matured content.

“A million dollars,” he said, his voice flat, like he was negotiating over a car, not a person. Astrid shook her head, opening her mouth to protest, but he cut her off. “Let’s make it two then,” he offered. She stared at him, stunned, wondering if he’d lost his mind. “Mr. Voss…” “Final offer. Five million,” he said, his gaze steady, unyielding. Astrid took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Fine. I’ll be your wife.” *** When Astrid Blythe, a rising event planner, runs into her ex, Adrian Voss, at his engagement party, she’s shocked to discover that his fiancée is missing. What starts as a strange encounter quickly spirals into something even more surreal when Adrian offers Astrid a proposal of his own: marry him in a cold, calculated, no-strings-attached arrangement. Despite her better judgment, Astrid agrees to the deal. But as the line between business and desire blurs, she finds herself drawn back into Adrian’s dangerous orbit—and realizes, to her horror, that she’s falling again for the man she once loved…the man who had a hand in the death of their child.

My name is Chris and I was publicly humiliated, flogged and disgraced by the Math Teacher, in front of my classmates. Embarrassed, in tears and angered I vowed to take revenge on him even though I know it would be very unlikely for me to do that since I am just a teenager, a high school student whereas he is not just my school teacher but an adult. However luck would shine on me when I heard the news that the Math Teacher's son would be transferring to our school. At last! I can finally get revenge on my Maths Teacher's through his unfortunate son. But I would get the shook of my life when I discovered the Teacher's child is not a HE but a SHE! The most beautiful girl I have ever seen. So what do you think? Will I continue with my plan of seeking revenge on the Maths Teacher's through his child? Or Am I about to fall in love with My Teacher's Daugher?

Three years after being brought back to my family, I jumped off a building. As my soul floated in the air, I wanted to see how my parents and brother, who always despised me, would break down in tears, filled with regret. But my father simply shook his head indifferently and looked at my lifeless body, saying, "How childish." My mother pressed her lips together and sighed in relief, as if a burden had been lifted. My brother stood in front of the fake heiress, shielding her from the gruesome sight of my death. Even so, the fake heiress burst into tears, prompting the whole family to rush to comfort her. I stared in stunned silence for a long time before a bitter smile crossed my face. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment I was first brought home.

I was sitting in City Hall, about to sign that damn mate bond certificate with Logan—Alpha of the Eastside Moonclaws—when his phone buzzed. One glance. Then he stood up like this was all just another errand. Didn’t even flinch when he said: “Something came up. Let’s push the bond signing to another day, yeah?” And just like that, he was gone. Left me sitting alone, surrounded by bonded pairs, all glowing with that sickly sweet “forever” vibe. Why? Because Emma, his darling little childhood packmate, twisted her ankle during pack-speed training—trying to keep up with the advanced wolves when she barely passed the basic shifts. Ten minutes later, I get a text: “Emma’s injury’s kinda serious. I gotta stay with her. Let’s move the wedding, okay?” Just another time—maybe the last—Logan picked her over me. But this time? No tears. No begging. No rage. The clerk gave me a quiet look, like she already knew how the story ended. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I pulled out my phone.Didn’t wait for him to change his mind. The clerk gave me that soft, pitying look. “Ma’am... do you still want to proceed?” I shook my head, and dialed home. The moment my Beta sister picked up. “Tell Alpha Dad I’m coming back to the Ridge. Today.” A pause. “You sure?” “Yeah,” I said, standing up, my voice steady. “I’m done here.” And just like that, I walked out. Not just from the building—but from him.

“Don’t…” Her voice shook, eyes meeting his, heat rushing to her cheeks as every little thing that happened to her crashed into her like a punch to the gut. She suddenly felt so lonely. “Don’t leave me. Please” Rowan’s eyes flicked between hers. “I didn’t plan to, darling.” “Take it off,” he ordered quietly, pulling his fingers away, causing her to whimper. Born to a family that despises her, a twin sister that bullies her, and the Beta’s wolfless daughter, Alicia Meyer only has refuge in one person, her boyfriend, Tom. She thought he was different until she discovered him in bed with her sister. A conspiracy led to a one-night stand and things took a 180-degree turn. Alicia was claimed by Tom's notorious uncle, Rowan, to be his mate. Abandoned and uncared for by the royal family, Rowan Sharp, the illegitimate son of the Alpha King, rose to the top, becoming an infamous and powerful Alpha of the strongest and fearful pack, Bloody Claw. Now, he is a thorn in the King’s side and a threat to the Alpha heir. Survival is all Rowan's ever known, and his only goal is to enact vengeance on those who once mistreated him. He never expected to discover his fated mate in the middle of an investigation in his brother’s pack. He’d never wanted a mate, yet Alicia Meyer took his breath away at first sight.

'God, I'm late again!' Jane thought as she hurried through the streets. 'Mr. Smith is going to be so mad!' She decided to take a shortcut through some back alleys that she would normally rather avoid. Suddenly, she heard a series of whimpers, thumps, and yelps coming from another alley nearby. It sounded like a dog in pain, being beaten by something heavy 'Maybe if I make a noise, whatever is attacking that dog will get scared and run.' She stopped. She had just peaked her head around the corner and saw not one but two . . . men? . . . standing at the other end of a dead-end alley and overlooking a very large, furry pile of animals that seemed to be twitching. Normally, Jane would have been filled with terror at that moment, but terror was normally reserved for those with something to lose. There was a part of Jane, however, that still clung to the charade that was her life. Her hands began to tremble and her lungs released a scarcely audible gasp. Then the two standing figures turned and faced the end of the alley where Jane was hiding. "I'm going to call the police!" she shouted, lacking anything better to say. One of the figures shook his head and smiled. All his teeth seemed to be far too pointy. "That would be a very . . . terrible . . . mistake," he hissed, his words escaping his mouth like dead air from a pharaoh's tomb. And then both of them headed towards her at an inhuman pace. "No," one of them rasped. "Finish it. I'll get the girl." The other one stopped and snarled some kind of response.

My Novel Avisha is about a young dashing Punjabi Munda Aviraj Raisingh and Sweet, kind with sassy Attitude pure bong beauty Tanisha Das. In my story, you will get to know how they used be childhood sweethearts, how possessive they are about each other. Although Aviraj is best friend of Tanisha's brother Sayan but he ended up be with her. But suddenly due to circumstances Aviraj's family ended up shifting from there. So, Aviraj and Tanisha drifted apart. Few years later, Aviraj came back to India from London, after a lot pestering from his parents. He completed his studies and established his father business there. After coming back he got to know about his bestest friend and his little sister are in love with each other. when they are celebrating the marriage of their children with happiness, they never thought that the same day will be the worst day for them. Things got change after the incident. It shook everyone to the core And how it changes Tanisha's life in a dramatic way. She's not what she thought she is. After Tanisha failed suicide attempt, He took a step to save her dignity and reputation of the family. He gave her his name And change her level from Ms. Das to Mrs. Raisingh. She never thought in her dream she will get married the way she got. To know After everything, how they both were stood by each other side and faced ups and down in their life holding each other hands. Join the journey of Northwestern wedding with some twist and turns.

“You think coming here and apologizing solves it? Do you think it’s going to ease my pain? The pain you inflicted on me?” I yelled at him, my chest burning with all the pent up anger, waiting to be unleashed. Ashton reached out to touch me, but I slapped his hand away. Hurt flashed in his eyes, but I couldn’t care less. “I’m sorry, Helen. I promise to do better. Please, give me a second chance.” I scoffed. What a joke! “We are divorced, Ashton.” Ashton shook his head as if willing himself not to believe what I was saying. “I never sent you divorce papers, Hel. And…” he trailed off while I stared at him with creased brows. “We aren’t divorced. I never signed my part.” ***** For three years, Helen tried to be the perfect wife despite being labeled as incompetent, barren and worthless. She put up with her husband’s ignorance and mother-in-law’s insults for the sake of maintaining peace and keeping her marriage. But what she didn’t expect was a video of her husband in bed with his secretary on Christmas Eve when she planned to break the news of her pregnancy to him. And worse — His secretary threw a divorce paper which her husband had drafted at her face and asked her to beat it. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she left and returned six years later with dashing triplets. But what she didn’t expect was her husband wanting her back. As if that wasn’t enough, she was about to find out that there was more to what happened six years ago, and everything she thought she knew…were all lies. Will the holiday spirit be enough to bring them together again?

*Sneak peak* "You are a psycho Satan, I will run away one day" Brianna yelled from behind the closed door. *sneered* "You are my slave, and you have no right to talk back. Do what I say if you don't want punishment. Be a good girl darling" Satan laughed, a wicked laugh which shook the walls of tall mansion Brianna fell in love with the devil and that was her biggest mistake. His love and care; everything was fake. He, himself was fake. He was the nightmare that haunted her each day and each night. He was a Ruthless Billionaire and no one dared to speak in front of him. People shivered at the mention of his name. He was the SATAN of the underworld. Will Satan ever see Brianna's love for him or will he lose her for the sake of his lust? Will Brianna ever be able to forgive him and be free from this forced Relationship?