Space Ripper Stingy Eyes

Amanda would sit at the garden in the orphanage just staring out of space thinking and day dreaming if there was more of her outside the huge walls. Her questions were answered the moment Mrs Carol dropped by the orphanage with her escorts and best cars to have her adopted. Why would a woman with two sons and a daughter who are all teenagers adopt another girl??... This was left for her to find out when she arrived at the mansion.

Matteo Imperial,a drop dead gorgeous billionaire. One of the most eligible bachelors of the country. But behind those charming looks that could make anyone easily fall for him; is a ruthless business man that everyone is afraid of. He is a womanizing jerk who promised himself not to tie the knot. He sees girls as merely toys that could warm his bed and he could dispose of after using. But looks like karma has its own way to play with him; when a beautiful woman that has a pair of mesmerizing blue eyes and a strange outfit that suddenly caught his attention with just a glance.  He never felt the desire to own someone before, but in just one glance. . . He felt like he suddenly got bewitched.  He fell and drowned just like that, too deep that he couldn’t see the bottom of it. Drunk and Desire then that mind blowing night happened. But the next morning, he woke up, with an empty space beside him. Nang magising siya ay wala na ang misteryosang babaeng iyon na para bang isang panaginip lamang ang lahat. That strange woman who stole his sanity is nowhere to be found. A thing that no one dared to do, not with the infamous Matteo Imperial. But what if fate decided to play with the Matteo again?  After not being able to forget that night, that woman whom he never knew who, yet wouldn’t leave his mind, showed up again, 5 years later. Muli niya itong nakita sa hindi inaasahang lugar at pagkakataon. A woman who has different eyes but the exact same face as hers. And she drives him insane the same way that woman did. And worse is she claims to be a completely different person, her twin sister. Or is she?

"I hate you" He muttered, his hands on both sides of her cheeks, holding her face up to let her gaze meet with his own cold and seemingly angry gaze. "I hate the fact that you are just a substitute mate for me! I hate that you and your family tried to trick me! I hate that you are the twin sister of my mate! But then...." His gaze suddenly softened as they fell from her eyes to her lips. "But then, why do I want you so much at the same time?" His eyes showed his frustration. "Why do I want to rip away your dress and run my hands over that sexy body? Why do I want those lips on mine and mine only? Why do I want to do unspeakable things to your body? Why do I want you in a way I didn't even want my true mate? Why, Ethel?" He groaned and bit hard on his lower lip. "I want you, Ethel. I don't care about you being the twin sister of my mate, I just want you" with those words, he closed the space between them, taking possession of her lips. * Ethel's life had always been hell with her father who despised her but there is a huge change in her life when her twin sister, Lucy, who is mated to the Alpha gets into an accident that puts her in coma and Ethel now has to take her place, as a substitute mate for the Alpha of the pack until Lucy wakes up from the coma. The rule binding her is simple; she is not allowed to love the Alpha. But what happens when attraction, want, desire find their way into her new life?

Of all the sketches I have done, there's this thin line that has always been guarding my heart at the edge of my steps. Like love, drawn in the middle of a space, I have been looking for someone to continue the strokes only to realize that love doesn't always lie in the middle. It isn't just on the surface nor in the center. Love is beyond that. It's Beyond The Lines. All I have to do is to let him reach me there.

How would you know if you find your other half? Suho and Hana Kim knew from the get-go that they have a strong connection. No matter the time and space, they always end up finding each other. But time has never been their friend. And the world they were part of kept pulling them apart. When will the chaste end?When Suho met Hana after 8 years, he wondered, “Is she here to stay or just passing by?”

"Doesn't it bother you?" I blurted out right there and then, having been asking myself that question since the night we slept together. I was curious, but I'd been obviously avoiding him. "What? That you're the heir to the Siren-" "That I'm trans," I said. I could care less about what he think of me being a Sirenio by blood. "T-That I'm a trans...man," "Does it bother you that I'm bisexual?" he asked me. I hadn't expected that response. Not when I'm having mixed feelings about all of this. "Does it?" he probed, closing what's left of the space between. His scent and warmth envelopes me as I'm caged between him and the sink. I shook my head. "Use your words, Miles," he said running his finger over my bottom lip. I shuddered at the sensation it brought to my body. "You were so good with those, that night," I sucked in a sharp breath. I looked away, and his touch disappeared immediately. "It was a mistake," I whispered, my heart racing. "What...happened was a-" "I don't do mistakes, Miles," Mr Stark said guiding my eyes back to his. "You should know that by now," I let out a shaky breath when his thumb found my bottom lip again. "Does it bother you that I want to fuck you right now?"

"St... Stay away" Her voice trembled in fear as he leaned closer, invading her personal space. His palms were pressed against the wall, caging her in his embrace while her tiny fists were making futile attempts to push him back. "So, you want me to go out to satisfy my needs when I have a beautiful wife at home?" His thumb stroked her lips, his eyes fixated on them, unyielding and hungry. "But you made it clear that your heart belongs to someone else and our marriage is nothing but an agreement" her heart throbbed with pain as she thought about it. After the horrific and pitiful past, destiny has bestowed her a devil for a husband. "That's true," he cocked his head. "But we don't love every chic we fuck. Do we?" His callous words shattered Roseline's world. All she wanted was to cry on her fate! Her pain was evident through her eyes but this didn't stop him from getting what he wanted! ~•~•~•~ In an unexpected twist of fate, Orphan Roseline finds herself in a contract marriage with a ruthless Billionaire, Vincenzo De Luca. On the first night, she gets to know that he has married her on purpose, and the doors to his heart are securely guarded. He has money, looks, and fame, but not the love for which she has craved her whole life. She has an infectious laugh, he never graced his lips with a smile. She follows her path, he demands unwavering obedience. She is sympathetic, he is cold-hearted. Their personalities are worlds apart, yet both harbor secrets concealed behind their respective facades. Will Roseline be able to make her space in his heart or will she be cast aside once his hidden purpose is fulfilled?

Claire Parker a 27years old single mother was completely stunned to discover that the newest tenant in her vacant downstairs room was none other than Jonathan Klein, her ex-husband. After being divorced for six long years, Claire never anticipated having to share the same living space with him again. Will they find comfort in forgiveness and second chances, or will the echoes of their shared past untangle any hope for a future together? Find out in this thrilling romance story.

The air in the penthouse was thick with unspoken words and the lingering heat of a shared victory. He stood before her, the ice in his gaze finally melted, revealing a raw vulnerability that stole the breath from her lungs. “This wasn’t part of the contract,” he murmured, his voice a rough caress as his thumb traced the line of her jaw. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic bird against the gilded cage of their agreement. “I know.” His fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, tilting her face up to his. The world narrowed to the space between them, to the shocking warmth of his skin against hers. “Then tell me to stop, Ivy. Give me the rules. Give me the clause.” She should. Every instinct for self-preservation screamed at her to rebuild the walls, to remember he was her enemy, her jailer, her temporary husband. But as she looked into the stormy grey depths of his eyes, she saw not the ruthless CEO, but the man who had just looked at her daughter as if she were the most precious thing in the world. So, she didn’t speak. Instead, she rose onto her toes, closing the distance, her lips a breath away from his in a silent, devastating answer. The first kiss was not a conquest, but a surrender. It was not about revenge or contracts. It was a question, and in the shuddering breath he released against her mouth, she found her answer. The cold, platinum wedding band finally felt warm against her skin.

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.