Tattle Tongue

Adrian Hale, the alpha's son, has spent his entire life preparing to take over his pack, and he was ready to lead with strength, honor, and discipline, but everything changes on his 18th birthday when he scents his fated mate. Its Lucas Rayne, the cocky heir of a rival pack and a man he has hated for years. Lucas isn’t excited about it either. Known for his reckless charm and sharp tongue, he has no interest in being tied to his sworn enemy. But no matter how hard they try, neither of them can fight the bond pulling them together. As tensions between their packs grow and danger stirs on campus, Adrian and Lucas must choose. Will they reject the bond and keep their packs safe or risk everything for a love that could unite or destroy them both?

“If you don’t want me to fuck the hell out of you,” he whispered, “you should leave. Right now.” I tilted my head, caught his gaze, and let the words roll off my tongue like a dare. “Scopami allora.” (Fuck me then.) When Elena caught her fiancé in bed with her twin sister, betrayal wasn’t even the worst part—it was the humiliation. The cruel words. The way they laughed while shattering her heart. But Elena isn’t weak anymore. Not when Lucian Moretti, her ex’s ruthless rival, steps out of the shadows with an offer she can’t refuse: be his lover, even if only pretend, and together they’ll destroy the people who broke her. He’s cold, commanding, and dangerously addictive. His touch promises damnation, his kiss is a weapon, and his presence leaves her trembling between rage and desire. She knows he’s using her. He knows she’s playing with fire. But when revenge tastes like sin, when hate feels like heat—how do you stop yourself from falling?

Claire met Sebastian on her wedding day. He is the older brother of her husband-to-be. Fate took its time to play with her when she felt a very huge attraction to the man on the very same day she was bound to be someone else’s wife. From the intense look he gives her to the way his lips curved up into a smirk, she can’t help but feel foreign sensations running down her body. Sensations she’s not allowed to feel for someone who’s going to be a family soon. Sebastian knew he needs saving when he felt a very strong urge to pull the bride and lean her on the altar and take her there senselessly. With her strawberry blonde hair curled to the side of her shoulder exposing her delicately creamy-white skin, thoughts of running his tongue there invaded his mind. Damn him to hell for thinking thoughts like that to the woman his brother was about to marry. But the heavens must be in his favor when things around weren’t what he expected it to be. This time he was determined to steal her from his brother, and no one can stop him. Not even fate.

"You still want me, don’t you?" bulong ni Levi habang nakasiksik siya sa likuran ni Vionne, ang mainit nilang katawan ay nakababad sa ilalim ng rumaragasang tubig mula sa shower. Ramdam ng babae ang bawat pulgada ng kanyang kahubdan. "Levi… w-we shouldn't—" Pero natigil ang pagtutol niya nang marahas siyang iharap ng binata, isinandal sa malamig na pader ng tiles, at sinalubong ng halik na parang sumisipsip ng kaluluwa. His tongue tasted of hunger, revenge, and something forbidden—yet painfully familiar. "Don't lie to me, Vionne." Mainit ang hininga ni Levi sa kanyang balat. "Your body’s already begging for me. You miss this—me—inside you." Napasinghap si Vionne nang gumapang ang kamay nito pababa, pinunit ang natitirang saplot niya at walang babala siyang inangkin sa gitna ng agos ng tubig. "Ah—Levi!" Napaungol siya, napaarko ang likod sa tindi ng sarap. Napakapit siya sa kanyang balikat. Tuloy-tuloy ang pag-indayog ng binata—parang gusto nitong ipaalala sa kanya kung sino ang tunay na nagmamay-ari sa kaniya. "You’re mine, Vionne," bulong nito sa pagitan ng bawat mariing pag-ulos. "No matter how many times you try to run, your body—your soul—will always crave me." "S-Stop talking… I c-can’t—" Pero hindi na niya nakayanan. Sa halip, bumulwak sa kanyang lalamunan ang mas malakas na ungol habang ang init at sarap ay naghalo sa bawat galaw ni Levi. "You feel that?" Mariing tanong ni Levi habang hinuhugot at muling ibinabaon ang sarili. "That’s how deep I still am inside you. That’s how much I fucking want you." Nanginginig ang tuhod ni Vionne. Nanginginig sa sarap.

"Alam mo na ngayon ang sikreto ko. That's really bad, Summers." He smirked. That nerd smirked! Tawagin niyo na akong baliw pero sa oras na 'yon, he looked goddamn hot. "Hindi ko sasabihin sa iba," I blurted the words out, umaasa na mapapalagay ang loob niya at pakakawalan niya na ako. Kahit na sobrang guwapo at hot niya, he also looked dangerous. Trying to stop myself from trembling, I bit my lips. Nahuli niya ang ginawa ko at yumuko siya. Nabalot ako ng amoy ng dope na sinisigarilyo niya kanina. Tilting his head, he clicked his tongue and smiled. "Wrong move." With that, he slammed his lips against mine, knocking all the air from my lungs. Hinalikan niya ako nang walang patawad. His mouth slipped at the seam of my mouth, at nablanko ang utak ko nang maramdaman ko ang paghaplos ng dila niya sa akin. Pulling away, tiningnan niya ako nang may nakalolokong ngiti sa kanyang mukha at sinabing, "ngayon, sa 'yo na ako."

We all have an inspiration to live. We all have that one person who keeps us from fighting and moving. That someone who keeps our heart beating. That someone who keeps on giving us a blissful morning. But what if one morning while laying in the dark, the person you loved the most is the person you can't remember anymore? Fall Navarez never thought that this day would come. Never did he think of losing the memories of that someone in his head. Later did he realize, he came up with a question: "Who's Grace?" There's a lot of variations in their testimonies. Some have scarlet threads attached. Some had loose strings which means a dead end. Fall Navarez didn't know what story he had to believe. He wanted to believe them all, but every person he asked, died the day after. "Grace is your girlfriend, Fall." "Hell no! Grace is your wife." "That would be gross, but I only know was that Grace is your sister." "Oh my God, you really don't know, do you? Grace is your f*ckin' psychologist!" Why would Fall had a psychologist, assuming that Grace is indeed one? "You're hell-bent, Fall! You're crazy!" "Who's Grace?! Answer now or I'll f*cking kill you!" He smirked. "As you did to your mother?" he held his tongue and spit saliva at Fall. "Hell yeah! YOU KILLED YOUR F*CKING MOTHER!" Maybe there's someone who's deceiving. Maybe someone had asked them to deceive Fall! But wait, where was the lie? To the you-killed-Grace part or the Grace-is-your-mother part? Hmm, did Grace really fall from grace? "Put the gun in your mouth. . . pull the trigger." FALL FROM GRACE by ANONYGLITCH