Speak Softly Godfather

Hate You Until I Don’t Ave Carter swore she’d never speak to Blake Monroe again—not after he humiliated her and destroyed their friendship. But when they’re forced to partner for a school competition, old sparks ignite beneath the bitterness. Enemies, ex-best friends… and maybe something more. In a school full of whispers and second chances, can hate turn into something worth risking again?

Debbie Griffin, second born of the Griffin's sees herself been drawn to the darkness after the death of her parents . And the continuous torment that keeps her awake at night, she waltz into Alexander Jefferson world a young billionaire who has his own demons lurking in the shadows. What happens when they cross paths? Would she accepts a marriage of inconvenience ? What would be the fate of their lives when Debbie finds out the very secret that led to her torments? Wanna find out? Yallah!! —----------- “I didn't do it- I didn't do it” the voice repeated in distress. She move in that direction. “Who's there?” Debbie asked getting all sweaty,she couldn't help but be drawn to the voice. She moved closer to see a manly figure shaking. He was facing the walls so she couldn't see his face. “I didn't do it, please stop leave me alone!” Alex cries to himself dragging his hair and cutting himself. Debbie fearfully shifts backwards but stood wondering why he was acting unstable. “Hey,just calm down okay you are fine” Debbie said softly moving closer to him having no idea why she's doing this.

Diego strolled into his apartment, his heels clinking softly against the marble floor. He tossed his blonde wig on the couch, and his soft fingers propelled forward to count the dollar bills in his hands. “You're out crossdressing again?” His uncle, Roberto, a tall imposing figure with gray streaks on his hair walked into the room. “I might just have the perfect job for you,” Roberto chuckled softly and tossed a gun at Diego. “What?!” Diego's breath hitched in his throat as he swallowed the weight of the mission his uncle proposed. Cross dressing was one thing that Diego did with ease. There was no way he could do what his uncle requested; assassinating the infamous mafia lord of the Rocco empire. He stood in front of a mirror, holding the gun that Roberto had handed to him. There was no way that this soft and delicate hand could pull a trigger. Diego didn't expect that the mafia lord he was set up against was going to be a man who'll make his heart flutter. He tried to resist, bracing himself to complete his mission. But things only got heated when he found himself “entangled in the rival's hold.”

What do you do when you’re in love with your childhood best friend, but the words to tell him stay locked inside? For Elle, confessing her feelings to Jack, the boy who’s also her brother’s closest friend feels like risking everything. So she stays silent, wrestling with her heart while navigating the chaos of young adulthood. But as time slips away, new faces enter their lives, and growth pulls them in different directions, Elle learns the hard way that waiting might cost her the chance to ever speak her truth. Her soul ached for him, her one true love, even if confessing meant risking her heart to break she was going to do it. She just doesn’t know it yet, but Jack has been keeping a lot of secrets of his own.

"I regret meeting you," Alpha Elijah whispered, his voice trembling as tears filled my eyes and my head rested on his shoulder. "I regret falling for you," I replied softly, our eyes glistening with the pain of separation. In that moment, we shared one last kiss—a bittersweet exchange of sorrow and longing. Elijah's lips lingered on mine, his tongue exploring as if to savor every fleeting second. Dive into the gripping tale of Alpha Elijah, his destined mate Violet, and his forbidden love, Emma. What twists and turns await in this tangled web of love, revenge, and heartbreak?

"Who the hell are you?!" yelled Rachel Clarke (28) when she woke up in the morning to find herself all naked with a man snoring softly beside her. "I'm your future husband, have you forgotten what happened last night?" said the man beside her with his eyes half-closed. Since that day, Rachel's life has changed 180 degrees. Suddenly she had to marry a young, self-made billionaire named Nicholas Anthony just because of a ridiculous agreement she signed when she was drunk.

As I laid there waiting for sleep to take me. I was startled as my eyes drifted they landed on a human shaped shadow again by the bathroom door. I tried to roll. Nothing happened. Scared now, I tried to reach my phone. My arms wouldn’t move. My breathing was getting rapid. The only thing that would move is my eyes. Why can’t I move? From the corner of my eye, I saw it. The shadow moved from the doorframe towards me. It was an ambiguous huge male human shape with a hat on its head. Once it reached the bed, it stopped. Less than a foot from me and I couldn’t make out any details. My heart was racing, and my breathing was ragged. Male knuckles traced my jaw from my ear to my chin. The touch was gentle. Intimate even. A husky, seductive chuckle filled the air that still smelt of the candle. “I know what you need little gazelle.” The shadow shimmered. Now I could see the details. He was at least six foot two. Dark skin, bald head, and wearing jeans that clung to his muscled legs. An unbuttoned dark purple shirt displayed his taunt chest. The moonlight showed his beautiful smile as he leaned towards me. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Shhh. I’m going to make it all better.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation. Vivienne needed a get away from the stress of her life. Having heard her best friend sing the praises of Helen, GA. she decided to spend a week in cute cabin and decompress. Instead her dreams are invaded by a mysterious sensual man with swirling purple eyes. Soon she wonders if he’s more than just the man of her dreams.

Everyone in the company fears Killian Vale—the ruthless billionaire CEO of ValeCorp. He doesn’t speak unless necessary, fires employees without blinking, and has a face carved out of stone. He built an empire on logic and power, not emotion. Then she walks in. Emery Quinn—a soft-spoken, stubbornly independent woman with zero interest in corporate games—takes a job as his executive assistant out of desperation. She needs money to save her younger brother from a dangerous situation. She expects to hate Killian. He expects her to quit. What neither expects is the tension that builds between them—the dangerous, slow-burning tension that starts behind office doors and seeps into stolen glances, late-night calls, and locked conference rooms. But Killian doesn’t do relationships. He doesn’t do feelings. And she’s too smart to fall for someone like him. Until the day he finally snaps and says: “You're the only person who's ever made me feel anything, and I hate you for it.”

Three ruthless Alphas. One fragile mate. A bond that could destroy them all. Liora Thorne has spent her entire life being called cursed. Beaten, silenced, and hidden away by the very people who should have loved her, she’s grown up believing she’s nothing, a mistake the Moon Goddess forgot to fix. Until the day three legendary Alphas arrive in her village… and claim her. Feared across the realm, the Alpha Triplets, Rowan, Ronan, and Riven rule with unmatched power and zero mercy. Wolves tremble at their feet. Packs bow at their command. And now, all three of them are drawn to her, the weak girl who can’t even shift. She’s terrified. They’re obsessed. She wants to run. They’ll never let her go. But Liora holds a secret even she doesn’t understand, one buried so deep, it was poisoned out of her before she could speak her first word. Now, as danger stalks her from the shadows and the bond threatens to break them all, Liora must choose: Survive… or awaken the monster sleeping inside her. This isn't a love story. It’s a possession. A prophecy. A war. And it starts with a girl too broken to fight back.. ...yet too important to ever be free.

Please..." she gasped weakly, her hands now powerless to push him away. "Why... why are you doing this?" Vladimiros didn’t answer. He continued to drain her, savoring every drop. But then, as suddenly as it began, he pulled away. Freya let out a strangled gasp, barely able to breathe as she felt herself slipping into unconsciousness. "Why..." she whispered, barely audible, before her vision went black. Vladimiros smiled down at her, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction. "Wow..." he murmured softly, his tone full of admiration. "I’ve never tasted werewolf blood so good."