Novel & Cerita Sound Breathing

Because of a last-minute business trip, my husband missed the Thanksgiving family dinner. I spent the entire day helping out at my in-laws' place in the countryside with our five-year-old son, only to receive a complaint from the downstairs neighbor just before dinner. "Ari, could you please close your kitchen window when you're cooking? I can smell the hot sauce from all the way here. My husband has a lung condition—he can't handle it." My neighbor's words shocked me, and I immediately called my husband, who was allergic to chili peppers. "Honey, did someone break into the house? The neighbor said there was smoke coming from the kitchen." His breathing hitched for a second before he let out a casual laugh. "No break-in. My flight got canceled, so I was home alone cooking. When are you two coming back? I really miss you." I smiled and told him we'd stay a couple more days, but in the middle of the night, I packed up our son and drove straight home.

It was about time because my dad got a new girlfriend and said he wanted us to have a meal together to introduce the new woman into our lives. On the day we met, my college roommate saw my chat background, which had a photo of me and my dad, along with a series of transfer records. She lost her mind. She enlisted the support of our other roommates, who rarely paid me any attention and began to attack me, insisting that I was a side chick who deserved to die. I did not expect that my roommate would soon become my stepmom. Before I could explain, she accused me of trying to seduce my dad behind her back, shouting, "Shameless side chick! Going behind my back to seduce my boyfriend! All those times you said you were out studying?! Who knows if you were just meeting up with him?" I was once physically assaulted, stripped of my dignity, and forced to the restaurant for a public confrontation wearing ragged clothes. Then my dad came running to where I was hardly breathing and barely moving on the floor, bruised to the extreme. “Sweetheart, who did this to you?!”

“His fiancée is at the door. His hand is over my mouth. And he hasn't stopped fucking the soul out of me.” Maeve Whitmore was hired to be invisible. But to a predator like Xavier Greaves, innocence is an invitation to destroy. Xavier doesn’t do just romance; he does transactions. He’s engaged to a socialite to seal a billion dollar merger, but it’s Maeve’s biological betrayal he craves. He doesn't want her heart—he wants her submission and the sound of her breaking on the very desk where he signs his deals. From glass walled boardrooms to the back of moving limos, Xavier marks her where the world can’t see. Maeve hates the man, but her body weeps for the friction of his skin. In this game of forbidden lust, the only rule is silence—and Xavier is determined to hear her scream his name while the world watches from the other side of the glass.

His grip on her neck tightened as he rammed into her, the sound of her moans filling up his office. “Say it,” He whispered. “Say you belong to me,” The words tremble on her tongue, half plea, half surrender. “I… belong to you.” Her body trembled, caught between wanting to run and wanting to fall deeper into whatever this was. Serafina had just one job to do. Infiltrate his mafia. Obtain information. And kill him. And she would do anything it takes to get the job done, even if it means submitting to a demon. Dimitri Volkov is ruthless, untouchable and looked like pure, undiluted sin. He was not the kind of man you love. He was the kind of man that ruins you and makes you enjoy it. And now Dimitri doesn’t just want her body, her wants her heart, mind and soul. And once the mafia king decides you are his, he never lets you go.

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?

My heart ceased to beat in my chest. "A--alpha Kane!" I squeaked, shock plastered all over my face. The next thing I felt was my face being knocked to the side and the loud sound of a slap ringing out through the air.  Aria Logan can never catch a break in the pack, she has lived all her life. Being an orphan results in her being demoted to an omega in the pack. Despite her low status, she can't help but have feelings for the new young Alpha of their pack. However, she got her hope shattered by being rejected and banished from her pack. Not having a place to head either, she unintentionally crossed the border of a powerful pack, Moonlight Pack, where she was captured and taken to Lucas. To their surprise, they felt a strange, strong pull toward each other. With Aria struggling to start trusting again, will she accept Lucas to get a chance to be loved?

Who are you?" I sluttered, attempting to take a step back but my feet seemed rooted to a spot. The mysterious man smiled, his eyes glinting in amusement, "I am someone who knows you," he said, his voice dripping with an otherworldly intensity. "I am someone who has been waiting for you." I looked around, I was surrounded by lifeless Bodies, slaughtered brutally by something worse than a monster, "What happened here?" I asked, struggling to keep my voice steady. The mysterious man chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "They are dead, you killed them all." He said, his eyes glistening in happiness, "You've become the person I knew you would be." I felt a pang, I looked at my hands, they were covered with blood. However, the question remains: did I really kill all these people? If yes… then who am I? Read on to find out!

Isla Bennett survives on poverty math and a meagre $14.22 bank balance until Gabriel Hunt, the ruthless, intelligent CEO known as The Debt Collector, acquires her $250,847.36 inheritance debt and forces her into a clinical, eighteen-month contract marriage. Told through an alternating first-person POV, this dark romance and financial thriller exposes the cold utility assessment behind a billionaire’s search for an asset chosen specifically for maximum compliance. In a world where finance is a weapon and boardrooms are battlefields, Isla is dragged into a thirty-year revenge plot against the Black Swan, a price-fixing syndicate that murdered her father in 1988. As Gabriel deploys mafia-style tactical teams and extraction protocols to protect his interests, Isla begins a weak-to-strong transformation. She evolves from a waitress who feels like breathing, walking furniture, into an interim CEO capable of executing the hostile absorption of forty-seven companies to dismantle her enemies. Behind the silk dresses and staged performances of a perfect couple lies a lethal game of medical hostage taking and manufactured stress tests designed to prove whether she is Option Zero, the only variable that will not break. From the glass towers of Manhattan to the remote Morrison Estate, the bought variable must choose between the $4.7 billion profit of a ghost and her own sovereignty.

He hated to see her happy, he hated how a girl from a low class, poor family became his wife, a crown prince's wife! She was abandoned by the ruthless prince on their wedding day. When he left, she suffered all kinds of trauma, pain and abuse inside the palace. Her blaring screams were either muffled or ignored mercilessly. However, the trampled and sinless soul was still hopeful that one day she'll be freed from the malicious clutches of her tormentor but the prince of Svamgarh had some other vicious plans of torturing his bride and making her life a hell inside his abysmal cage. He re-entered in her life only to make her sufferance more heightened. Why? Because she is the sister of a scum bag who ran away with the crown prince's sister and now he's hell bent to destroy her dignity and snatch away her mental peace till she stays nothing but a breathing corpse. He hurt her, crushed her dignity in order to avenge the bruise created on the royal status but her innocent beauty drew him towards her ending up into a web of lethal obsession, pain and lust.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, kissing me again. Our marks healed instantly, never hurting at all. My body felt the most relaxed I’d ever felt in my entire life. We were both breathing hard, both afraid to speak. We just looked at each other for what felt like hours. Finally, he said softly, “I can feel your feelings now.” It finally felt like my life was going right for once. Or so I thought…. I never belonged anywhere. First, my father and I were on the run, living as rogues. When we finally found a pack, it wasn’t long before I was the outcast—all because of my crazy dreams. Delilah the Insane, they’d call me. When I finally discovered that the soon-to-be Alpha was my mate, I thought everything would change. But then Andrew betrayed me too. I ran away, even though I was carrying his triplets. Now, he wants me back, along with our children. Will I ever truly belong? The Betrayed Luna is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.