Spell Staring

Riya Rolfe thinks that stories about werewolves and Lycans are just old wives tales so she gets a huge and unexpected shocker when she wakes up as a werewolf and finds herself in a world where werewolves like her are the property of Lycans to do with as they wish and she has to compete for the affections of the Lycan Prince. “What are you wearing?” He said, drawing so close that the smell of cedarwood and the sea filled my senses as he fingered the necklace which’s pendant disappeared into the hollow between my breasts while I struggled to pretend like I was not moved by his actions. “It was a gift.” I said straightening up and staring brazenly into his eyes which glowed dangerously and he growled and snapped the necklace off my neck in one fluid move. “You belong to me, only I can adorn you with jewelry and my touch.”

Jack Spencer used to be someone else. Someone older, someone hardened, someone who made the mistake of trusting the wrong people—and paid for it with his life. Now, he’s in a different body, staring at a future that doesn’t belong to him. He should be grateful for this second chance. He should want to start over. But how do you move forward when every part of you is still trapped in the past? How do you live when you already died once? Jack tells himself he doesn’t need friends. He doesn’t need love. He doesn’t need anything but distance. But the more he pushes people away, the more they insist on seeing the person he refuses to be. And when the remnants of his past begin creeping into his new life, Jack has to decide: Is he doomed to repeat the same mistakes, or can he finally break free from the dead-end path that refuses to let him go? (Trigger Warnings Included)

Kidnap your fiance, tie him up, and ride him senseless. What could go wrong? For Lorraine, everything. Because when everything’s done and the hood came off, it was a stranger staring back at her. Horror and guilt hit hard. But betrayal hit harder—when she found her fiance in bed with her sister. Now her wedding is off, her heart is bruised, and the man she called a mistake? He’s Misha Ashford. A billionaire. A warlord. And he wants to marry her.

Right when she thought she was going to hit the ground something hard caught her, a pair of arms and when she looked up she was staring into a set of deep gray eyes..... This is my first attempt at writing so I'm sure there are plenty of mistakes, any and all comments/reviews are welcome. Thank you and I hope you enjoy 😄

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

Mia Hartley felt her heart pound with disbelief as she stood at the altar, staring at Nicholas Hernandez, her former tormentor from high school, now poised to be her husband.The memories flooded back,the cruel jokes, the relentless bullying. How could fate be so cruel as to bind her to him in marriage? Nicholas, now successful and charming, had meticulously planned this marriage to secure his inheritance. However, he became shocked when he saw Mia at the altar and also Mia’s best friend. . . Meanwhile, Mia's supposed friend, who harbored hidden animosity since high school, was equally stunned. As Mia's bridesmaid, she realized Nicholas, the groom, is the guy who she has been trying to force herself on for the past ten years. What happens when Mia realizes that her friend is her greatest enemy? How would Mia cope being married to her bully who she is scared of?

Leah is a woman who has always lived life on her own terms, navigating through the world. However, her life takes an unexpected turn when she lands a new job and finds love in an unlikely place with billionaire Declan Samuelson. As their relationship blossoms, Leah is faced with a difficult decision as everything she holds dear is at risk of falling apart. So, what do you do when your love life is at war with your dream job?**Declan leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips. I respond eagerly, deepening the kiss. He gripped my waist, turning me to him, pulling me close. I ran my hands across his chest, loving how sturdy they felt against my hands.I bit his lower lip slightly, earning a growl from him. He pulled away, staring into my eyes and breathing heavily.“You’re going to be the death of me, Leah Garcia,” he said and kissed me again.**The Unraveling of Leah Garcia is written by Mirian E., a signed EGlobal Creative Publishing author.

"Just sign the document” His voice is cold, sending shivers down my spine. I stare at the file which is in my hands and flip it open. The first words written in red bold letters on the document stare back at me, causing my head to spin. DIVORCE AGREEMENT. The words stare back at me. My gaze drops to the signature line.   And there is, staring deep into my soul  His signature and name. He has signed the goddamn papers. * * * * * * What happens when you walk in on your husband having sex with his ex on your birthday?? Cruel right? ----- Elena Carter loved her husband with all her heart, all her body, and with all her soul. She married him, and gave him everything a man can dream of. But what did she get in return? She got rewarded with a cold, heart ripping divorce after she walks in on him sleeping with his ex on her birthday. He is cruel. He is unfaithful. And he is now choosing his ex over her. A nightmare she never dreamed of. Unable to endure his bullshit any longer, she gives in to what he wants. She signed the divorce papers. Now, she is picking up the pieces of her life. She has vowed never to love any man again. Men are scum, and she will not be bitten twice. But what happens when Sebastian Vale, the sexy demigod of a billionaire CEO, shows up and turns into the man who begins to plague her mind? Will she open her heart once again? Or will she allow the hurt from her past keep her from mending her broken heart?

“How do you feel?” He asked, his voice low and dangerous. “How do you think I feel?” I returned the question, staring back at him defiantly. “Perhaps I should continue?” “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Can you please step back, your fiancée is just meters away and this is not the right way to stand with a woman”. I said, my voice firm, and his face turned into a scowl. “Why are you keen on torturing us?” He asked, one of his hands trailing downwards, “What do you think you’re doing?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Do you like it when I flirt with her?” He inquired, his hands now in between my laps and I bit back a moan, “Do you want me to touch her like this?” He added, his fingers slipping into panties and I immediately held his hands, “Stop! Guards and maids are around, Sophia is still at the dining table” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. “Answer the question, Ava”. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ After her husband’s betrayal and a hospital error, Ava discovers she’s carrying the child of Billionaire Zayn Beckham. Forced into a surrogacy contract, Ava’s stubborn nature and determination clash with Zayn’s dominant personality and he finds himself falling in love with his supposed surrogate, despite his girlfriend’s presence. As Ava’s pregnancy journey progresses, secrets are revealed, their lives are threatened by attacks, putting the baby’s and Ava lives in danger. With each attempt on their lives, Ava and Zayn must fight to protect their unborn child and struggle to get over their growing feelings for each other. Can they overcome the obstacles and find a happy ending? Find out more about their love story as you subscribe.

I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."