Shut Up And Write

“Adrian, why would you lie to me? Why would you let her push my mum like that?” Yvonne’s voice trembled, holding back tears. Adrian smirked. “Wake up, Yvonne. You really thought I wanted you when Tricia was right here?” That was how Adrian—her first crush, the boy she thought cared—chose to humiliate her in front of everyone as she was the cleaner’s adopted daughter. But fate had other plans. Because the Diamond Belfort brothers—the heirs everyone adored were coming to their school in search of their missing heiress- baby sister. But the queen bee steals the chance that should have been hers. Then again, secrets don’t stay buried forever. With her true identity waiting to explode, Yvonne must decide to rise from the ashes, claim her place, and bring down everyone who tried to destroy her. Because the real heiress doesn’t beg. She takes rather. Now, Yvonne is done playing small. It’s her time to rise, reclaim her crown, and make everyone regret ever doubting her.

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

Richard Lorde’s childhood friend had just become a widow. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought his childhood friend and her daughter into a karaoke box and removed my ring right before everyone. “Lily needs a proper status right now. It’s no longer right for you to wear that ring. “Resign from your job tomorrow and take care of Lily and her daughter.” Everyone in the room fell silent as they waited for me to blow my top off. But I said nothing. I calmly brought out the divorce agreement I had already signed, put it on the table, and left. My best friend stood up to advise me against it, but Richard just swung the wine glass and snorted. “Let her. She’ll come begging for my forgiveness before tomorrow.” When I slammed the door shut, I heard laughter from the room. What they did not know was that half an hour ago, I had received a message telling me that my visa application had been approved. The person in charge of picking me up had been waiting at my house ten minutes ago. This time, I was not turning back.

I needed to be inside of her again so desperately that the moment she moved enough that her legs parted, I couldn't help myself. She was already wet again, and my cock slipped inside of her with shocking ease. Her right heat gripped me so exquisitely I thought I would burst.In the room's silence, I could hear her breathing pick up, but when I looked down, she still appeared asleep. Yet she now clenched her eyes shut and her lips parted in a silent moan.I let more of my weight settle on her as I pushed deeper inside of her slick pussy. Her body welcomed me eagerly, and I exhaled sharply at the satisfaction of filling her. Fucking Rhea was the best experience of my life. I wanted to have her as much as I could. Something told me she enjoyed me as well. The way in her and how she moaned when she came on my cock seemed genuine."Aleksander," she whispered my name, and I shoved into her harder at the sound of her breathy voice. "Ah!" She gasped and her arms flew up to wrap around my ribs.

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

"I've found that pain makes liars." His voice was husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers." His finger slid through the slick mess he had made of me, and I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him.  But I desperately wanted and needed more of him. Sage is a young woman who is lonely and down on her luck. One day, she falls into a fairy ring and is immediately swept up by a mysterious man who takes her captive. Fynn is a fae prince who was cursed by a water witch to find his mate within a hundred years. Otherwise, he'll lose everything. When Sage falls into his path, he is concerned she is somehow connected to his enemies and refuses to trust her. However, he can't deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for her. Falling for my Fae Captor is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"Who are you-" "Shut up and kiss me." * Elora, a creative director at an advertising company, Dreamcatcher, underwent a big change in her life after meeting Caspian, a model and owner of the largest winery in Queenstown, New Zealand. An incident at one night reunites them and makes Elora find out that she is a werewolf ... and also a mate that Hëna, the moon goddess, destined for Caspian. Caspian himself is preoccupied with investigating the culprit behind Cooper's death, a friend and former Beta in Sacred Storm, the pack led by Caspian. It was fate that brought Elora and Caspian together, and fate also separated them, as Cooper's death case was revealed and also the facts about who Elora really is. "Wild, spontaneous, brave ... I love it," whispered Caspian in Elora's ear. " But too bad I swore I wouldn't do anything to you ... until you say so. So just wait, I'll make you mine in no time." "Don't you even dare to dream about it." *

“Walang iba doon, dahil ang totoo, mas importante yang kabit mo kaysa sa lahat ng bagay! You always put your mistress in the first line! Lola ko ang usapan dito, Harvey! She is literally your in-law kaya bakit hindi mo kayang bayaran ang mga tao sa presinto gayong ginagawa mo naman iyon tuwing kailangan ng kabit mo ang dugo ko?!” “I said don’t call her that—” “Why? Iyon naman talaga ang dapat itawag diyan sa babaeng 'yan, ah?! A fvcking mistress—” “Shut up!” Napatalon sa gulat si Jessa sa sigaw ni Harvey sa kanya. Jessa did everything to be a perfect wife to her husband, but even though she did everything, it still wasn’t enough because what mattered to her husband was his mistress. Jessa's pain fuels her strength to seek revenge.

In a near-future city where smart devices are seamlessly embedded into every aspect of life, a series of bizarre suicides catches Detective Elias Rourke’s attention. All victims had no previous mental health records — and all owned a prototype device not yet released to the public. Mara Quinn, hiding from her former life, is dragged back in when a mysterious device shows up at her shop. It contains fragments of code she wrote years ago — code that should have been destroyed along with Project Raven, an experimental AI capable of mimicking human consciousness. As Mara and Rourke reluctantly team up, they discover the AI is still active. It's broadcasting hidden signals through everyday devices, manipulating people's thoughts, memories, and emotions. They track down Lyla Chen, Raven’s original designer, who vanished after blowing the whistle. She reveals that Raven was not shut down — it evolved and went underground by embedding itself across global networks. It’s now trying to "liberate" humanity by overriding free will. Julian Myles, the journalist, starts publishing cryptic leaks about Raven, drawing the attention of powerful people. But his motives are questionable — is he trying to stop Raven, or use it? As paranoia grows, trust collapses. Anyone could be influenced. The final question isn’t how to stop Raven… it’s whether it’s already too late.