Stars And Bars

"You can never run away from me Cristina, never," were his words. And she was ready to prove them wrong. So to save herself from a dog she sold herself to a lion. Cristina DeCarlo, a young actress, was living a life under the clutches of Vincenzo La Russo, a political leader who was anything but a dog. On a fateful night, she broke all his boundaries and ran away only to fall into the hand of a man who was none other than the biggest Mafia in the country. Roman Scuderi, a mafia lord who was hidden in the shadows yet just the initials of his name were enough to shake the world. A man feared by all. But she was ready to make a deal with him as long as he could protect her from Vincenzo. ###Excerpt### "Why did you cage me?" Cristina asked the man who was sitting in front of her, watching her as she stood in the sexy black dress holding the iron bars of the cage she was in. At her words, he stood up and walked up to her. "Because I'm afraid if I don't, you, my little dove will ascend too high in heaven where this devil can't reach you," he replied in his sexy voice and pulled her towards him to share a kiss.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

Si Aria Mercedes, sikat na aktres at alagang-alaga ng Shining Stars dahil sa malaking perang naipapasok nito. Ngunit si Aria ay hindi lamang aktres. Siya ay sikat lamang sa larangan ng paghuhubad at paggawa ng mga pelikulang kinahuhumalingan ng kahit na sinong mga kalalakihan. Si Aria ay makakaramdam ng pagkabitin at pagkasabik sa tunay na pagtatalik dahil sa mga bed scenes na ginagawa niya kaya naman nang minsang gumawa siya ng pagpapaligaya sa sarili ay nahuli siya ni Vin Walton, ang owner ng Shining Stars. Hindi sukat akalain ni Aria na ang mga wild bed scenes na ginagawa niya sa movie ay tuluyan niyang mararanasan kay Vin at sa mga lalaking papasok sa buhay niya dahil mula nang magtrabaho siya sa Shining Stars...

In a world ruled by werewolves, humans are no longer free. After a brutal war, the balance of power shifted—and every year, humans are selected and sent to serve the werewolf elite across the divided territories. Ava Sinclair is a human who has always been a fighter. So where she is selected on her eighteenth birthday to fulfill her duty to the kingdom, she vows not to go down quietly but fate has other plans. She's delivered straight into the hands of the ruthless Alpha King—Xander—the very symbol of the power she despises. But what no one saw coming… was the bond. Ava is his fated mate. Their connection is forbidden. Dangerous. Explosive. As secrets unravel and rebellion brews on both sides, Ava and Xander find themselves standing on the edge of war. Torn between loyalty to their people and the pull of a love written in the stars, they must decide: Will their love unite two worlds torn apart by centuries of bloodshed? Or will it destroy them both?

I went into labor. And my mate, Alpha Alistair, locked me in a silver cage. The bars throbbed with curse runes, burning my skin. He did it for Livia. His dead brother's mate. Her pup had to be born first. That's when I learned the truth. He'd been poisoning me for months. All to make sure Livia's child would be the next Alpha. He called it "calming tea." A daily dose of poison to slow my pup's growth and delay my labor. But my body had other plans. My pup refused to wait. I went into labor at the same time as Livia. When he found out, he accused me of faking it. Of begging for sympathy. He let them poison me with wolfsbane. I lost my pup. A piece of my soul died with him. With my last breath, I reached out. To the one person who could save me. My brother, Alpha King Lucian. He came like a storm of rage. He burned the packhouse to the ground, with me inside. A phantom fire for all to see. Then, he plucked me from the flames. Only then, surrounded by the smoking ruins of his pack, did Alistair fall to his knees. His howl of regret tore through the night. For 99 days, he howled at the moon. Begging the Moon Goddess to return just a sliver of my soul.

Amelia Montgomery is one of Rosewood High's cheerleaders along with her best friend Stella Hayes. Her and Stella have been friends ever since kindergarten when Amelia fell off the monkey bars and Stella helped her up afterwards. Stella has a brother named Easton Hayes and he has always teased Amelia since she was seven. They both agreed that they thought he was a heartless prick who treats girls like rubbish. One Friday night Amelia decided to go to a party. At the party Amelia ends up slipping and falling into her worst enemies lap, but what makes the situation worse is the fact that some drunk dude accidentally stumbles into her causing her to slide forward and lock lips with none other than Easton Hayes. Oh how Amelia's life couldn't be anymore ruined. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I lean in so that our noses are touching which causes us to close our eyes as our breaths become more harsher. "I can't stand being friends with you. Everytime I see you all I want to do is push you against a wall and kiss you" he whispers out which makes me smile a little "So, what are you going to do about it?" I ask him teasingly with a breathless voice "This" he says before he connects our lips which makes me reach up and place my hands on his cheeks.

I am Seranda Williams the uwanted, born from a lineage of slaves, embedded with the mark of Zeranda cursed god of the souls of the dead. A plague waiting to be eradicated. a plague waiting to be destroyed, a celebration at my death, festivity at the sight of my blood. I stare from the open bars of my home, a crumbling place known to others as a dungeon, but I have called this place home for the last 18 years, today is that day, the long-awaited day of my death. I feel nothing, I have been groomed as a sacrificial lamb. am neither the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. Nothing is there to be felt, I was neither provided information on why I must die, nothing could break me. No, they can't…can they? Neglected separated front all. Groomed as a sacrificial lamb, what was there to hope for? I am not the first nor will I be the last, it will soon be time. I have lived off scraps of food for the longest time, not like I saw meaning to why I was fed. I was going to be killed either way. I got myself ready, but there wasn't much to be done, I washed my hair with the little water left from the previous day, I have been isolated from humans since my birth. I did not get the chance to be a child like every other kid out there. I was barely given enough to last me for 18 years. The door abruptly opens and hefty men rush in with chains and shackles. “Tie the slave”

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

When Archer’s fated mate rejects him and is taken to marry the Lycan king, his world shatters in a single night. Ariadne did not choose freedom; she chose survival. Trapped in a brutal political marriage and carrying a secret that could cost her life, she must endure the claws of a king who sees her as a prize, not a person. Far from pack politics and broken bonds, Peggy, a rebellious royal with more curiosity than caution, is sent on her "Excursion" beyond her kingdom’s borders, carrying a letter meant for a sisterhood of moon-bound priestesses. Her path soon collides with Archer and his companions, Mikael and Eli, drawing them all into a journey that will test loyalty, fate, and the bonds they thought unbreakable. As rogue wolves rise, the stars begin to shift, and old gods stir. When the Wolf Star comes, survival may demand more than love alone. Contains dark romance, violence, horror, and cosmic horror themes.

ALPHA SERIES: BOOK I Running as if it was nothing, every leaves I stepped into flied creating a small artificial fall. The moon was hiding behind thick clouds as stars are nowhere to be seen. Why am I even running? That is also a thing I am not sure of. A runaway bride or Luna is something I am more familiar with. But an Alpha running away in his own wedding... I fell silent for a moment. Only the sound of the midnight air can be heard. But if you focus and listen carefully, countless of steps can be heard hitting the ground. They are following me. And before the mad werewolf even have his chance to give me a heavy punch, the only thing that is left was my piece of goodbye. A leaf that serves as wish and farewell for the pack he left. A ritual that makes a wolven be treated as if they are never been part of their Wolfpack. As is they are never been born in the first place. ‘Yah Vegi Yma Ellwafare' ( I give my farewell )