Shrugged Shoulders

"Zayne-" I try to push him away when he grabs me by the waist and puts me on the counter. Letting out a gasp, I rest my hands on his shoulders as his warmth lingers on my body. His eyes are slightly red as if he was crying. And before I realize it, he leans forward and rests his head on my shoulder, breathing in my scent. "Myla," He calls, his voice intoxicating. I hate how he has the power to make my knees go weak whenever my name comes out from between his lips. "I never craved attention until I tasted yours."

You can always choose whom you should keep with but you can never beg someone to stay if that person wants to let go. There is a great distinction between keeping and letting go of someone. Yna Grace Portillo is inlove with Brent Trence Jimenez. The moment he stepped inside the gym with his disheveled hair, broad shoulders and alluring smile she knew at that moment that she was captivated by his charms. But things were never on her side, Brent has never noticed her. It was her cue to make a move. She courted him. She didn't mind the standards. Well equality prevails. That's what she thought. Despite of everything she did for him. Her love was never reciprocated. She felt useless. Her pride as a woman has been downgraded too. She's done chasing him. What if fate had been kind to her and intervened? Would she grab that chance or slip it away? Is he sincere or is it just part of his game? Will she keep him again?

My five years of marriage to Elliot Kline turned out to be a cruel joke. "For tomorrow's monthly report meeting, I'd like Yvette to present your branding plan," Elliot said, not looking up from his desk. I put down the files I was organizing, certain I had misheard. "What?" "Yvette just joined the company. She needs a chance to prove herself. Your plan is perfect for that." He lifted his head, his tone brooking no argument. "But that's my entry for the Veriania Creative Competition," I protested. "You win awards every year. What's the harm in letting her have it this time?" He shrugged, adding, "We need to nurture new talent." I stared at the man with whom I had shared a bed for five years. His face suddenly felt so unfamiliar to me. "Do you know how many sleepless nights I poured into that plan? And you're giving it to a new intern?" "Don't be so petty. It's just a plan. My decision is made." My fists clenched, anger surging through me.

Natalie used to hate stuffed animals. Now she's head-over-heels for a cotton doll. She called it "honey" and told our daughter, Yara, it was her real dad. Cool. Guess that made me the family ghost. At Yara's parent-teacher conference, I finally snapped and handed Natalie the divorce papers. Cue the gasps. Suddenly, I'm the villain. She slapped me—full drama mode. "It's just a doll! Why are you being so extra?" Yara hugged it like it was about to save the world, giving me the death stare. I shrugged, smirking. "You're the one who said it's your dream husband and Yara's one and only dad. So, like... why am I still here?"

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

“Paige Miller. Stay here for a bit.” He said when my foot was already out the door. I swallowed hard and looked at Darla who just shrugged and closed the door. I was alone with the hot Callan Montgomery Holden. “So, Paige. I thought you were a bartender.” “And I thought you were just a rich asshole kissing girls all day. Never would've peg you for a CEO, boss.” “Hmm. You're funny. I like you.” “Please don't.” I said and he chuckled again. He bit his lower lip, and I could feel myself wanting to hump him right there on his swiveling chair. “You're thinking the same thing I am, right?” “That I should report you to HR for sexual harassment?” “Ha! Good one. But no. I know you want me too. Right here right now. I can feel you getting hot and wet.” “From the way you kissed me, last night? Sorry, but no. Besides, I'm married.” I lied. I realized I was being stupid and reckless when I remembered it was very specific in the job listing that I had to be single with no kids. “Okay, look. I'm not married, but I'm not interested either. I can't afford to be your next plaything. I need this job to save enough money to start my own small business and not work for anyone ever again. So, please. I know you're probably a great guy, but I'm just not interested. So, if there's nothing else you need professionally, good day, Mr. Holden.” “Sure. But they always say that at first. You'll come around.” If I didn’t have a daughter to think of, I'd have made you come in my mouth already you rich spoiled brat!" I wanted to say, but of course absolutely couldn't.

“W-what a-re you...what are y-you doing?” She stutters as he pulls her even closer to him. Balancing herself, she puts her hands on his shoulders while looking up at him as he smirks seeing how flustered she looks but he doesn't miss the fear in those grey eyes that leave him speechless everytime he looks at them. “I'll come back for you.” He said. Lisa can't even respond as he kisses her, she kisses him back but pulls away almost immediately, she pushes him away. She can't believe she just kissed another man who isn't James in their home. She doesn't even know him. He smirks and grazes his finger on his lips while looking at her. “Next time I kiss you, you won't be pulling back.”

Death It has been all they have known, each cycle always more vicious than the last, always ending at the whims of the one they once called sister. But not anymore. The veil grows weaker and the world looms into darkness. The fate of the realms resting on the shoulders of three women

One night, under the full and bright moon Bryco's body suddenly itched. He couldn't help but moan because of the pain he was feeling. He could not breathe and forced his body to constrict. He could feel how his clothes were torn until he fell to his knees and completely changed his appearance; he became a wolf in the middle of the road. He thought no one had witnessed that happening. As he changed his appearance, a student at the school he owned looked at him with trepidation. This woman is Jelca Stewart. He saw how the woman's lips trembled and how her shoulders shook with nervousness and fear. He stepped closer to the woman. But because of the woman's fear, she ran away. He followed the woman, but he could no longer see her. After that night his eyes struggled to find the woman who had witnessed how he had changed. He wanted to see the woman's skin's smoothness again; look at her red lips; see the eyes full of fear as she stared at him. He wanted to claim the woman, but he doesn't know how and when.

Jayden resumed speaking, his voice full of command. "Our new Luna is someone we all know well. A kind, loving, and brave soul—she is the most beautiful woman on this earth." A tint of red crept up my cheeks. I straightened my gown, ready to go up the stage. "It's none other than… Daisy Andre." Immediately I heard those words from him, my shoulders dropped, my face tightened. The smiles that once decorated my face vanished, leaving me with a frown. ****** Ashley gave her heart to Jayden, the Alpha of the Oakwood Pack, believing he was hers forever. But when he chose her best friend, Daisy, as his Luna instead, Ashley was crushed. Banished, humiliated, and rejected, she was left to pick up the shattered pieces of her life. But fate had more in store for her. After a near-fatal car accident, Ashley wakes up to the news that she is pregnant—with triplets. Now, Ashley has to make a choice: to raise her children on her own or go back to the man who broke her heart and demand he take her back. Will she find the courage to forgive Jayden, or will the wounds of the past deny her the future she deserves?