Novel & Cerita Shoulder Length Hair With Glasses

Being forged from the trauma that clings to your soul like an additional layer of sin has an elegance to it. When my father and I buried my sister, falling in love with her first love wasn't on the agenda. Don Alessandro Valentino has something I want. Something he refuses to depart with and no matter how much pain he inflicts upon me, I will never give up. I vowed to never let him win. I thought I had escaped his grasp, but his torment had only just begun. Despite everything, he still held the power to manipulate my heart and make me crave to be possessed by him. As secrets come to light and the truth is exposed, can I surrender the battle and surrender what I've been fighting for all along, without hesitation? --- He tore his lips away from mine, peering down at me, brushing the pad of his thumb along his lower lip—smearing my touch as far as it would travel. “You taste like mine.” He said in a cold and condescending tone. Then he left. He walked out of the wine cellar without a second glance over his shoulder as Riccardo locked the door behind them.

"I'm your first kiss, right?" Damien smirked pinching my chin. "I'm the first to make you moan, right?" David grinned while kissing me. "I'm the first to have your virginity, right?" Dylan traced his hand from my shoulder to the waist. Pulling me away from the three of them, he hugged me tightly with darkened eyes, "I'm your first love, right?" Dominic roared making me nod involuntarily. When did it all start? That one night I wanted to escape from the fate of becoming a breeder but I became a toy to serve in their bed and a spy to survive in their web of deceit, the more I'm closer to them, the more dangers surrounding me but I've no other option, with them or without them, my life is at risk, so why don't I use them to shield me? I knew I'm nothing but a plaything to them, I'm aware that I'll be discarded one day, but I need them, not to survive but for revenge, I waited for them to be bored of me, but rather they're obsessed with me, and strangely, I'm craving for more, will I ever manage to escape from their clutches? Where will this forbidden relationship lead to?

Riley thought her mother’s new marriage would bring stability. Instead, it led her straight into danger. Her new stepbrother, Noah, is everything she should fear. He is tattooed, ruthless, involved with the mafia, and dangerous in ways she can’t resist. His grey eyes promise destruction. But Noah isn’t the only threat in the mansion. David, her mother’s husband and Noah’s guardian, is the most ruthless mafia boss of all. He married for one reason: revenge. And Riley is the perfect pawn. Now, trapped between a stepfather who wants to ruin her and a stepbrother who will kill to keep her, Riley’s heart is caught in a fight of loyalty, and forbidden desire. He’s her salvation. He’s her stepbrother. Loving him might cost her life. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• “Look at your phone, princess. You see the black Jeep across the street? I’m in it. You’ve got thirty seconds to walk out on your own, or Im going come in and carry you out over my shoulder in front of every single one of your little friends. And Ethan gets to learn what happens when he puts his mouth where it doesn’t belong. Clock’s ticking.”

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell to the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the other Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET Mature content!!!

All it took was one bad decision, one too many glasses of , one tight fitting dress, one muscular hottie and just one night to turn Gianni's imperfect but planned out life up side down. "Lets take this back to the hotel before I bend you over this table and bang you hard for the world to see" his rich, smooth but strong and commanding voice fill my ears, his minty breath fanning my face. So , I giggle and nod frantically unable to even function." Elijah Russo had everything growing up, he need not work a day in his life, but that wasn't enough, he had to run the world and so he made it his life mission to get any and everything almost impossible to have, his. He's a lady's man, he has the body, the brains and he definitely has that junk in the trunk. He's heartless and doesn't do the same woman twice. Gianni Summers hasn't had the best of life so typically she sets out to make sure she has one of the best futures. No parents,no family alone in the world, no one to depend on but herself,she has to make something out of her life. Studying for three years without break and working two day jobs. She just has no time for love and games all is work and no . So what happens when she finds herself and knows nothing about her baby daddy other than his name, Elijah.

I wheel myself into the birthday celebration that Wales Price has thrown for me. The atmosphere is originally lively, but a brief silence descends when everyone sees me. The guests are there for different purposes, but celebrating my birthday is not one of them. "Is that Mr. Price's crippled fiancée, Joey Hertza?" "Yeah, but the one he really loves is Anna Giovanni. I saw them kissing in a corner earlier." They use their wine glasses to block their mouths as they speak loudly. They think I'm still the crippled deaf I used to be. They don't know that I regained my hearing last week. I can hear every mocking comment they make. Meanwhile, Wales stands there and allows it to happen. He doesn't stop the guests from talking about me. He seems to have forgotten that I only ended up like this while protecting him. I shoved him away when the accident happened and got trapped underneath the car myself. When I was rescued, Wales swore to stay with me and care for me for life. It's only been three short years since then, but he's already changed. I receive a message on my phone. "Ms. Hertza, the lifelike corpse that you've ordered is now complete. Reply to this message with your confirmation, and your death-faking service will be immediately effective. We will send the corpse to your and Mr. Price's wedding in five days." I don't even hesitate as I reply with my confirmation. Enjoy your wedding, Wales.

Vespera gave up everything for Randell Sterling. She buried her brilliance, hid her beauty behind thick frames and baggy clothes, and played the role of the obedient, invisible housewife. She thought her devotion would eventually melt the ice in his eyes. She was wrong. For five years, she was nothing more than a glorified nanny to their son and a convenient ornament for his public image. But the illusion of her marriage shatters the day she walks into Randell’s office to surprise him—only to find him with his "executive assistant," Caroline. The betrayal cuts deep, but the fatal blow comes from her own flesh and blood. When Vespera reaches for her five-year-old son, the boy she nearly died birthing pushes her away and runs into the mistress’s arms. "I don't want you! I want Mommy Caroline!" Broken, discarded, and replaced, Vespera signs the divorce papers and vanishes. Three years later, the tech world is on its knees for a ghost known only as 'V'—the elusive director of a multi-billion dollar startup. Randell Sterling is desperate to acquire V’s technology to save his empire. He arranges a meeting, expecting a socially awkward nerd. Instead, he walks into a boardroom and faces a woman who stops his heart. The glasses are gone. The timid girl is dead. In her place stands a stunning, ruthless queen with a new man by her side—Randell’s sworn business rival. "Hello, Mr. Sterling," Vespera smirks, clicking a pen that could cost more than his car. "Price just went up. Double."

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

"You need to stop looking at me when we are in public, Connor." "I cannot do that, Megan, because my job is to make everyone in this room believe I am obsessed with you." "You are touching me too much." "I am barely touching you, but if you want me to pull you closer and show them what we do behind closed doors, you only have to ask." I spent my college career hiding behind oversized clothing while keeping a pathetic crush on Caleb Mercer. I thought he cared about me, but I was entirely wrong. I overheard him bragging to his friends about how he planned to secretly record us in his bedroom and use the video to blackmail me. I refused to be a victim anymore. I bought a completely new wardrobe, threw away my glasses, and walked back onto campus ready to confront him. Before Caleb could bully me again, Connor Blake intervened. Connor is the intimidating captain of the ice hockey team and Caleb's biggest rival. He kissed me in front of everyone and claimed I was his girlfriend. Connor needs a fake relationship to silence the rumors threatening his professional draft prospects. I need his protection to stop the relentless harassment. The rules we established were simple, but we are already breaking them. He is supposed to be faking his possessive behavior, but his hands linger far too long on my waist. I am supposed to be using him for safety, but I am developing real feelings for the man protecting me.

“Fuuuck—ahh!” I gasped, my voice cracking. “That’s it,” he groaned, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Tight little pussy taking my cock so greedily. You were made for this, weren’t you?” *** On campus, she is that timid nerd nobody notices, Oversized hoodies, black-rimmed glasses, quiet enough to fade into the background. Even when facing the notoriously strict Professor Elliott, she would only lower her head, and mutter incorrect phrases. But at night, she became the most intoxicating dancer in the club. She wrapped herself around the pole, bent low, whining her hips, each movement drove men below into a frenzy. Bills were stuffed into the strap around her thigh, eyes couldn’t help but notice her. To cover her mother’s medical bills and to escape poverty, she takes a private party offering an equally obscene payout. The light swept across his face— *** “Don't fight it. I am going to pay you ten times what they pay you here for the rest of the night,” he said with a low voice “If you let me fuck you.” Ten times. *** She knew it was wrong. This was her professor. Her best friend's uncle. The man whose house she’d visited years ago when they were trying to get into UAC. She wasn’t going to do this, never, besides, money couldn't buy her dignity, or could it?