Teasing Sentence

My fate was sealed the moment I stepped inside that school. A simple sentence, seven measly words that put a target on my back, was all it took to turn three years of my life into a nightmare. Savaş Ewald became my tormentor and my nemesis without knowing a thing about me… or did he? How was I supposed to know, when I didn’t have a single memory of my past and no one willing to tell me anything? I need Savaş in order to find out about my past, but he doesn't play by the rules. He trades answers for kisses, clues for pieces of myself, but how much of myself am I willing to give him in order to find out the truth? The closer I get to finding out who I am, the more I realize Savaş Ewald will be my destruction.

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Reina Grimes is a quiet, nerdy fresher with a deep love for science and a hopeless crush on the campus heartthrob, Austin Reed. He's the golden boy who is popular, rich, arrogant, and the star quarterback. But he’s also her worst nightmare. For reasons she doesn't understand, Austin has always singled her out, mocking her clumsiness, her glasses, and how reserved she is. His teasing isn't just cruel, it's frustrating. Yet somehow, Reina still finds herself drawn to him. Everything shatters the day Reina hears that her mother, Angela, is getting married to Austin’s father, the powerful and ambitious politician, Brock Reed. At the engagement dinner, Austin shows up expecting a boring evening for old people, only to discover that his father’s fiancée is Reina’s mom. The realization hits both of them hard. They’re going to be step-siblings, and living under the same roof.

Hope you have your drug with you?" Zoe inquired as he ogled at her keenly before placing a kiss on her neck.  "Yes bunny, you have nothing to worry about," he said with a wide grin. "You know what kisses on the neck make me feel," Zoe told him as he bent closer to her face before crushing his lips on hers tenderly and softly, after some minutes they both pulled away as he glanced at her.  "You taste like strawberries," he said, trying to kiss her again but she turned away. "The flight attendant is staring," Zoey said with a blush and red cheeks. "Alright, but you should apply whatever you apply on those lips always because they turn me damn on," he said, making Zoey's eyes bulge.  He sure had a great way of teasing her which was undeniably sweet.  

My mate, Nolan, is the Alpha heir. He promised to return before the Moon Goddess Festival. We were supposed to have our mating ceremony. I promised him the Heart of the Pack. My parents’ legacy. It's the key to controlling our elite warriors—the Dire Wolves. It was to be my mating gift to him. But he came back with a rogue bitch draped all over him. A she-wolf with wild, hungry eyes. I waited for him at the festival, ready for our prayer. Instead, I watched him with her. Skylar. They were by the bonfire, nipping and teasing each other like no one else existed. I told him his behavior was improper for an heir. He laughed in my face. “Old-blood nobles are so boring. Not raw and real like Skylar.” He thinks getting the Heart of the Pack gives him the Dire Wolves. He has no idea. The Dire Wolves answer to my bloodline. Without me, the Heart of the Pack is just a rock.

“Do you want me to show you?” He asked. I nodded, too weak to answer. His strong arms lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt him drop me on my bed. His eyes had darkened with desire. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. He dropped slow, teasing kisses on my neck, on my ears, nibbling on the lobe. I felt his hand creep under my shirt and I gasped. He wrapped the hand around my waist and pulled me closer. I moaned softly, digging my nails into his back. He suddenly withdrew from me. “Who's the whore now?” He asked and then proceeded to walk away, leaving me by myself on the bed **************************************** From being the unnoticed calculus nerd to having the full attention of the school's bad boy, the principal's son.

At Harvard University, two worlds couldn't be farther apart. Caspian Hale is the golden boy, athletic, charming, and effortlessly popular. A star basketball player with a sharp jawline and a past he'd rather forget, Caspian transfers to Harvard after a fallout at his old school, promising himself a clean slate. Oliver Wren, on the other hand, lives in the quiet glow of sketches. Fair skinned, delicate, and endlessly curious, he's an artist whose mind runs on strokes and brushes, not people. When Caspian's teammates target Oliver for being different, Caspian follows along to keep his image untouchable. But what starts as teasing soon unravels into confusion, guilt, and an attraction he doesn't understand. As pranks turn to conversations and mockery to stolen glances, both boys find themselves caught between who they were and who they might become. In a world that prizes perfection, they discover that sometimes the most beautiful things are built from broken circuits and unexpected hearts.

My mate rejected me in front of the entire pack, and that was the day I stopped believing the Moon Goddess gave a damn about me. Now my name’s been chosen for the Rite of Despair, a death sentence disguised as a tradition. I’m to be sent to the cursed Blackwood brothers, three Alphas said to be losing control of their wolves. No one who goes there ever comes back. “They said no sane wolf would touch us,” Liam warned, but when his eyes met mine, something changed. Ronan stared like he wanted to own me, Cade like he wanted to save me. I was meant to be their offering, not their mate. But when their curse reacts to me, there’s no turning back. They think I’ll break their curse. I think I’ll break them first. And if fate wants me to kneel, it better learn who it’s dealing with.

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

He was consumed by hate, while love ripped through me like a storm. We were like two thorns, trapped in a prickly embrace with no escape. We exchanged vows soaked in blood, sealed with a brutal kiss, and bound by bloodied rings, with no happily ever after on the horizon. Marco Costello, my so-called prince, shackled me as his wife, but he was no savior. I used to imagine what our life would have been like if I had said yes all those years ago instead of running away. I'd play Juliette to his brooding Romeo. But fate had a different script for me, casting me as the antagonist, trapped in a cycle of resentment and sadness, like a lost soul wandering through the shadows, unseen and unappreciated. “Till death do us part...” It wasn't a promise of forever, but a sentence to endless torment.