Sonic Like Amy

At the age of thirteen, Ashley secretly fell in love with a man. The man looks cold and lazy, talks like a bad-boy, often comes to her house and spends an afternoon playing games in her brother's room. Seeing Ashley come in to deliver some snacks, he would raise his eyelids carelessly, smiling like a tempting devil, "Kiddo, what's the matter with you? You always blush when you see me. "

She is Kiara Monera—New York’s Ice Queen, an award-winning CEO who built an empire from nothing. Ruthless. Brilliant. Untouchable. She doesn’t believe in luck—only in power, control, and winning. He is Silva Blackwood—the heir to the Blackwood dynasty, feared and desired in equal measure. Arrogant. Dangerous. A man who has never been told “no.” They were supposed to marry. Not for love, but for legacy, power, and bloodlines. But Silva would rather die than marry a woman like her. And Kiara? She would never beg for a man’s love. Yet one reckless night in a dark club changes everything. A kiss that feels like war. A night that feels like surrender. And a consequence neither of them can ignore. Now, she carries a secret that could shatter her empire. And he carries a rage that could burn the world. Bound by betrayal, pride, and a baby they never planned, Kiara and Silva are forced into a dangerous marriage where passion and hate blur into obsession. But in a world where enemies wear smiles, secrets can kill, and love feels like the ultimate weakness— Can two people who would rather destroy each other than submit… Survive being tied together forever?

My mother-in-law brings a woman from the countryside. She looks like she's up to no good when she asks my husband and I to care for the woman. My husband is a mama's boy through and through. His gaze darts around, and he doesn't object to his mother's words. Is it a trend nowadays for people to serve mistresses on a silver platter? It looks like I'll have to do my best in "caring" for them, then…

The stepfather's gaze has recently become increasingly spine-chilling, like the sticky tentacles of an octopus clinging to me. Stan Wallace appeared like a hero, saving my life and giving me a sense of security, as if I had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. I relied on Stan Wallace, taking advantage of his sense of justice and kindness, hiding under his not-so-robust wings time and time again, barely surviving.

Everyone in the Titanus region would have heard the older generation tell them this—during sky burials, the vultures wouldn't eat the corpses of people who'd committed heinous crimes. My husband is the sky burial practitioner who buries me. The vultures circle my corpse in the air above the burial site, but they don't prey on me. My husband frowns at the sight. "It looks like this person must have committed crimes when alive. They deserve this." Suddenly, I remembered him pointing at me, his eyes ablaze with flames of rage as he shouted, "Nancy wouldn't have lost her baby if not for you! Someone like you doesn't even deserve to get a sky burial!" It looks like his words are coming true. But later, he falls to his knees before my grave and weeps. He begs me to forgive him.

The Story of Sarah Saunders, a young wolf who had to run away from an Alpha, only to fall into the hands of another, not noticing she was fated to that destiny. " I wasn't going to stay in that place. Living like I was dead. Without feeling it, without really showing myself. Living as a submissive for an Alpha who was already dead to me. That wasn't like me. I was dominant, as dominant as they were! One of the first things I learned was that wolves have an intuitive knowledge of order amidst chaos and they have the ability to change, intact, I ran away. That was my way of changing everything! And one day in a dark night, I left it all behind. I'd rather live out there as a loner, than live in a herd of wolves like that. And that on, I broke free. At least that's what I thought... Until I heard that howl, riping through my being, tempting me "

I am a vampire, and that is the truth. But the modern meaning of the word vampire, the stories that have been told about creatures such as I, are not precisely true. I do not turn to ash in the sun, nor do I cringe when I see a crucifix. I wear a tiny gold cross now around my neck, but only because I like it. I cannot command a pack of wolves to attack or fly through the air. Nor can I make another of my kind simply by having him drink my blood. Wolves do like me, though, as do most predators, and I can jump so high that one might imagine I can fly. As to blood--ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.

Elena Anderson An innocent breathtaking beautiful girl. She lost her parents at the age of five. Her parents were brutally killed by the mafia in front of her which left a deep scar on her heart and mind. Elena lost her mental ability. she is 21 years old but her mind is still like a five years old kid. Her life becomes more pathetic when she gets adopted by an abusive family. Ryan Stone Knight A young successful businessman. Like his name, he is also stone-hearted. He is a clever, cunning, dominating, arrogant workaholic yet very handsome man. Once he was a charming person but after losing his dad in a deadly accident he becomes like this. He can do anything to get what he wants and now he wants Elena who melts the stone around his heart.

"We will never get along, Lexi,” Finn Mars said to Lexi Pierce. “I’m a dog person, and you're a cat person.” She nodded. “I know… You love to party, and I don't.” "I'm not really much into reading. I like hiking and swimming,” Finn said, lowering his head and brushing his lips to hers. “But if I'm a dog, I want to imprint on you and follow you around.” Lexi sighed, reached for his mouth, and nibbled playfully on his bottom lip. "I hate to admit it, but if I'm a cat, I want you to become my favorite person.” Like their choice of pets, they argued a lot, fighting like cats and dogs, but then he fell in love with her bossy secretary. Despite being different, if they learn to tolerate each other, they can be friends, but he was hopeful they would be more than that.

A corset changed everything. Damian Steele didn’t expect that. Nicole was his assistant, the definition of off-limits. But one moment she’s fine, and then the next he’s cutting a wretched corset off her body. He’s ached for her for years, but he can’t ignore it any longer. He wants her. He needs her. And he won’t let anything stand in his way. Nicole Avery just can’t seem to completely untangle herself from her crappy ex-husband. The last thing she needed to do was fall for another toxic man. When her boss’s desire for her becomes unignorable, she leans into his touch. Maybe a harmless little fling will be good for her. She knows what he’s like, so it’s not like she’ll be like the other women and fall for his charm…right?