Siren Gaze

"This is our first night together. You are now my Luna. So, you better take off your clothes or I'll make you." The voice of Alpha Aragon echoed in her ears. She attempted suicide and fled on her wedding day, but nothing worked out. No matter how hard she tried to flee her alpha, he always tracked her down to his castle, his room, and his bed. “I… I….” She stuttered, her gaze drawn away from his. Her heart was with her fiance, who she desired to mate with, until she met that cruel alpha. Her life has been turned upside down since then. "Strip now or I'll..." he growled, threateningly. "Or what?" she wondered aloud, raising her brow. "Are you going to rape me?" "No, I will tie your fours to the bed and fuck you roughly until the sunrise," he said, shaking his head and grumbling.

Narte Fantasia Trilogy – Book 1 (COMPLETED - BOOK 2 COMING SOON)"All I need is the touch of your flaming heart to melt my frozen one."****"Darkness, blood, and death will soon invade our world. Flamis, Glaciers, Baylans, and of all tribes are in danger. Only the Fated Savior can save us all!Born in a forbidden love but was blessed with four great guardians as protectors.We must find her!" I shifted my gaze back at Cool after reading the scroll containing their so-called 'prophecy'."So, how does this explain everything?" I asked with a doubtful look."Simple. You are the Fated Savior and I am one of your guardians. Do I need to tell more?" He answered with a cold expression.

“You call this pathetic fling between us a relationship?” Malric’s voice turned cold, “Are you that desperate, Aluin? Do you really think I owe you anything because you are my mate? I have provided everything to make you comfortable; a roof over your head, clothes, money, everything!” he snapped, his eyes mad with anger, “Are you that delusional? You thought this could ever work out? A man and a man, ruling a pack? Doesn’t that sound stupid to you?” One should feel lucky and blessed to be an Alpha’s mate, but that was never the case for Aluin. As a male omega, his bond with the young alpha was destined to remain a secret—unblessed, unspoken. From the moment they discovered their mate bond, Malric had hidden their love away, locking it inside the apartment he bought for Aluin, along with his promises and sweet words. Though concealed, though treated as a shameful secret, Malric’s burning touch and heated gaze drew Aluin in again and again. He waited silently, hoping for the day Malric would finally be ready to claim him. But instead, news of Malric’s engagement arrived first. Aluin was not even granted a decent closure of their situationship. They crushed his dignity without mercy, and he almost lost his life to their trap. Aluin learnt it the hard way the young alpha was never someone he was meant to desire. Then why, after he has finally moved on and embraced a new life, would Malric come crashing back into it again?

"Ark," I gasp out, the intensity of his dark gaze alone pinning me to the bed. He leans down, wrapping his gloved hand around my neck, the pressure making my head spin in the best way. "I do own you." ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

Lilith POV A pair of cold, bloodshot eyes stare back at me; if eyes could , I'm sure I would be dead by now. No wonder this place looks so familiar; it is because it's the mansion belonging to my owner, the man I was sold to, "Don Air." My orb fell on Flora, who was kneeling on the floor. Her hair was messy, and I could see bruises from her shoulder down to her arms, making me wonder what happened to her. "I gave you a to do, and you messed it up, huh?" The cold voice of Don Air was forwarded to Flora. He stomped his feet on her body continuously, and her screams and cries filled the atmosphere, bringing nothing but horror. "Master, please! Oh, please!" She cried in pain as she continued to get hit; her body was somersaulting on the floor. I look around the large sitting room, wondering why nobody is helping by stopping this cruel master or even pleading on her behalf, but I see few with pitiful expressions. My gaze met the man known as Thierry, the man's son. For awhile, I forgot he even existed. I got a sharp glare from him, and I looked away. "Please?  "If you are sorry, then you will not think of ruining my business, you good for nothing harlot," he yelled at Flora before leaving the girl. "You!"  His voice thurd in my ear, and I cringe in fear as goosebump from fear clouded my body. He was walking towards me with such a dominating and dangerous demeanor. "Argh!"  I was pulled by my hair and flung to the wall barely. I felt a liquid running down my head down to my nose—it's blood!

This is the English Version of my story. Hiraya Frost Akira is the unbeatable, undefeated, and fearsome underground fighter. Anyone who challenges her would be beaten into pulp, lives hanging by a thread. People called her an incarnation of a devil. Her gaze alone could give you a cold sweat and make you feel an intense fear. But then an accident occurred, and she transmigrated inside the body of the timid and weak Princess of Esperanza Kingdom. Frost received the Princess's memory, and saw the suffering, pain and miserable life of the Princess inflected upon by her loved ones and the people around her. Frost then bowed to help the Princess achieve happiness and exact revenge on her behalf. Never would she have expected that her reincarnation would be the salvation and hope of the people in that World.

"Onyx, remove your hand. If you continue to touch, you will lose." He chuckled as she exhaled "The condition was to not give in and fuck, Ophelia. I'm merely touching!" As his fingers returned to their former position, she forced herself to relax. She cursed herself in her head for setting the bar at fuck. When his fingers worked circles around her clit, she nearly died on the spot. As the moist fabric glided over her sensitive area, her release became more urgent, and she regulated her breathing as he quickened his speed. His gaze never left hers, as he watched the ecstasy wash over her face, she was growing desperate for release at this point and could just beg. "You simply have to ask, Ophelia, and I'll give you the release you want!" As her name flowed off his tongue, she shivered. "No!" Her voice was clipped, strained even. "Are you certain? Imagine how splendid it would feel when you cum all over my finger here under this table and when I fill your pussy after dinner. Raw and hard, just how you like it." Onyx Reighs is perhaps one of the finest Chief executives in town. He was respected by his subordinates and desired by females since he possessed every excellent precision a man should have as a leader. But by the end of the night, he was the most notorious player. To him, the purpose of life was to work hard and enjoy life to the fullest. No woman could ever resist his enchantments, and he hadn't expected to know the word "rejected" until she came to fly his bird. What will happened when the lady who rejected him turned out to be his soulmate?

⚠️ Adult content ⚠️ *SMUT IS INCLUDED IN MOST OF THE CHAPTERS SO READ IT IF YOU ARE İNTERESTED* My bud quivered with delight as his tongue delicately caressed its sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire being. Despite my frequent pleas, he persisted, refusing to cease his actions. Raising his head, his gaze locked with mine as he uttered in a low, husky tone, "Cathy, you are driving me insane." Alexander's voice carried a primal growl, revealing the intensity of his desire. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.*:.🔅..o○*...° A young 20 year old girl , burdened by the oppressive treatment of her wealthy father, finds herself stripped of her self-worth. Unable to voice her true emotions, she yearns for a touch of compassion and affection. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when she is wedded to the very person she fears, who may just become her savior. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° In the realm of opulence and power, there exists a formidable figure, a 26-year-old billionaire mafia known for his merciless demeanor and heartless nature. His influence knows no bounds, and his strength is unrivaled. However, fate has a peculiar way of playing its hand, for this indomitable force finds himself utterly helpless in the presence of his twelve-year-old love. *:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.🔅o○*:.。..。.。*:.🔅..o○*...° Unknowingly , Alexendar becomes the unsuspecting victim of a transformation from fear to a sweet romance. Catherine's lifelong dream of experiencing true love intertwines with Alexander's desire to make her his own.

My African American Mom married a rich Japanese man. As I moved the skeleton of my new bed next to the window, I felt a gaze focused on me. Outside my window, was the house next door. The house shape was similar to ours, so it also had a window facing mine at the same level. Standing there on the other side was a skinny Japanese boy. As soon as I laid eyes on him, he stiffened, then shyly smiled and waved. His hair was all over the place, seeing him in his tanktop I thought to myself that he must've just rolled out of bed. But wasn't it the afternoon already? The boy says something but of course I can't hear him with my window closed so I slide it open. "Eto....hi." He tried in English. If someone were to tell me later I'd come to care about him deeply, I'd find that hard to believe. For as long as I could remember I've always felt empty. And that emptiness, I hid on instinct.

Lost in her dreams. Satriani Haia Necosia doesn't have a clue why she's being haunted by a nightmare. Those deep hooded eyes watching her intently were out of her perception. While having the same countless dream, she started to be anxious. It enlightened her more when she meets Alforo's gaze, surreal foreign. But why does she had this urge of longness towards him? She doesn't know, but she begins to wonder. All she can see was the indifference of how she feels when he's near. And it's rare for her. Oddly, it resembles somehow the man in her dream. In her curiosity, can she found out why? Why she's having this endless nightmare of a man, whispering at her. Will it guide her, or will it break her more?