Still The One Lyrics Novels & Stories

Born in a hunter family as a girl was tough for her from the beginning of her life when her family had stereotypes thinking that females were born for handling the household work and the family. To prove to her family that she was worthy to be a hunter, she trained harder and trained to be the best. But knowing that she wouldn’t get any chance by sitting at home, she started traveling to the cities, hunting for evil supernatural creatures and punishing them for their crimes but it wasn’t enough. She needed one strong and powerful supernatural creature who couldn’t be killed by anyone, and by killing him or her and that was when she found her perfect target, a handsome vampire, who she wanted to kill and kiss at the same time. She couldn’t decipher her feelings. She thought to trap and kill him but instead, she was getting trapped by him in the name of feelings that she didn’t want to decipher. Realizing that she was about to be trapped by him, she escaped and he chased her. The situation was flipped totally when the predator became the prey and the prey was now the predator. Let’s see who was to hunt and who wanted to be hunted?

The wedding had barely started when the lights went out. Then came the moans—from the giant screen behind the altar. Hailey froze. Her skin went ghost-pale. Her whole body shook. A beat later, the doors slammed open. Leading the charge? Nolan. Cold eyes, sharp suit, and bodyguards in tow. He stormed the stage. The groom tried to stop him. Big mistake. Nolan's guys dropped him in seconds. Nolan grabbed a fistful of the groom's hair and yanked his head back. "Heh. I've slept with Hailey hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. Used condoms alone could fill your house. Wanna see the HD vids?" Hailey's eyes locked on Nolan, pure hate. She'd been his kept woman for eight years. He loathed her family. He loathed her. Swore she'd never know peace. Then she disappeared—and he lost his mind.

My daughter, Elise Dolton, got sick, so I rushed over to take care of her. The moment I stepped inside, a rotten stench hit me right in the face, so I offered to help clean the place up. Her roommates' faces dropped right away. "What smell, Mrs. Dolton? The place is fine." "If you think it's such a dump, then have Elise move out. Don't come in here acting like you're better than all of us. We're not putting up with that!" Even Elise shoved me impatiently. "If you’re here to visit, then just act like it. Stop making a scene and embarrassing me, okay?” They were all college roommates, splitting rent on a run-down unit in an old complex. When I went in, I noticed them gathered around a pot of spicy stew. The room was thick with steam and smoke, but it still couldn't cover that awful stench. Strangely, none of them seemed to notice it. Had something gone wrong with my sense of smell? That night, the smell was so overwhelming that I couldn't fall asleep. In the end, I realized the odor was coming from Elise herself. I hurried her into the bathroom and scrubbed her down over and over, but the smell didn't fade at all. It stayed just as strong. With no other option, I called a cleaner, planning to disinfect the entire place inside and out. But Elise's roommates felt offended and started arguing with me. In the chaos, someone shoved me. My temple slammed into the sharp corner of the coffee table, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment I first walked through the door. The stench rushed at me all over again...

“Drive me home…” she slurred, sliding into his car. Sarah Smith, 45, never thought one drunken mistake would change her life. She thought he was just a cab driver, until she woke up tangled in the sheets with Liam Hamilton, the arrogant, sinfully gorgeous 25-year-old CEO every woman wanted. She wants to pretend it never happened. He wants more. Now, she’s caught in a dangerous game of passion, power, and temptation. Can she resist the man who’s twenty years younger, or will one forbidden night turn into a love that shatters all the rules?

Chelsea married Russell for the sake of her dying mother. She needed money to pay the expensive medical bills. Russell never loved Chelsea and was only using her for his revenge on his family. However, he failed to notice that Chelsea was truly in love with him. Russell was surrounded by pretty ladies and never cared how Chelsea felt about it. Until one day, Chelsea asked for a divorce, because she felt depleted from this hopeless marriage. Russell then realized that he couldn't live without her and begged her to stay. But she said, "See you never, Mr. Murrillo."

“You’re drunk,” he said, smirking. “Yeah,” she admitted, then reached out and touched his shirt. “But I still want to have sex with you.” Vincenzo tilted his head slightly, like he was studying a new toy. "You were about to go after my bodyguard, huh?" he said. His fingers suddenly cupped her breast, slow and confident. “And yet, you look more like a virgin than a pervert.” That sobered her up a bit. “I—what?” Before she could say anything else, she blurted, “I want to have sex with you. I’m all yours tonight.” Vincenzo raised a brow, then smiled. “If that’s what you want.” He stood up, lifted her into his arms effortlessly, and carried her through a side door. Her arms looped around his neck as her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. He kicked open a private room. Inside, he pressed her against the wall and kissed her—hot, commanding, full of hunger. She melted into it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and for the first time in her life, she didn’t care who she was supposed to be. She was just a girl kissing a stranger.

I hated him for being so good at playing me. At making my body crave his touch. At making me forget everything else and focus only on him. I hated that even though I was mad at him, I couldn't resist him. But I wanted to prove so badly that he didn't have me wrapped around his little finger so I spat, "Eric, stop!" Eric looked at me briefly and then pulled his hand out of my slit. He unbuckled his belt and let it hang loosely in his belt loops. Still holding my gaze with his, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. I shuddered and swallowed. "Say that again," he gruffed. . In an attempt to forget about her cheating boyfriend, Sapphire not only gets wasted in a nightclub but also takes part in a truth or dare game with her friends and she's dared to make out with any random guy present. She goes through with the dare – only that her pick is not just any random guy. Eric is the drop-dead hot grandson of a family of generational billionaires and also the new CEO of the company where Sapphire works at. After a heated argument between him and his mother over his refusal to get married, he goes to a nightclub to drown away his frustration. There he meets Sapphire, the perfect distraction. Their encounter leads to a mind-blowing one-night stand. And Eric is forced to enter into a one-year contract marriage with her afterwards. What starts out as a mere agreement becomes fueled by raw attraction and love for each other. But Sapphire’s new villainous mother-in-law, Eric’s philandering nature, a dark secret of the Donovans and the universe itself will threaten to break the two apart in more ways than one.

Falling in love isn’t scary, falling in love with someone that would never love you back is. My name is Bella, and I’m about to tell you a story of love and hate, and a story of fire and dance.

I burned my painting right in front of the students and university staff. Thunderous applause filled the hall. Everyone thought it was some kind of performance. But my senior in the graduate program panicked. He rushed forward and grabbed my wrist, his voice tight. “Connor, have you gone mad? This is your only shot to prove yourself!” I shook him off, cold. A chance? That was his chance, right? During my past life, he stole the painting I poured my heart and soul into and entered it in the competition ahead of me. The composition, the colors, even my original technique… He copied all of it. He won the Gold Award for the National Youth Art Competition, signed with a top gallery, and basked in glory. Meanwhile, I was branded a shameless plagiarist. The insults and curses overwhelmed me completely. "Get out of the art scene already!" “A plagiarist like you should just die!” His fans stormed my studio, smashed my tools, and broke my right hand. With my world in ruins, I jumped off the studio roof. Opening my eyes again, I realized I had returned to the day my senior accused me of plagiarism.

Jack Ingleton uses a business trip as an excuse to rendezvous with his lover again. Before I can process this, the private investigator I hired gives me an update—Jack's lover is pregnant! I want to wreak havoc and leave them to die, but it turns out Jack's scheming to kill me so he can marry his lover! Now that I know everything, I prepare a counterattack. Sorry, but my plan will be put into action before yours!