The Six Eyes

Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted, her delicate heart is shattered, and her innocence took advantage of. She doesn't want to be found, she doesn't want to be recognised, and she certainly isn't interested in falling in love again. Nate has been heartbroken once before, betrayed by those he loves, and secretly desperate to find that one woman who can turn his world upside down for the better. He's practically a billionaire with his own confectionary company, but he still feels like a damaged puzzle with lost pieces. Until he meets her. Her sapphire blue eyes were mesmerizing pulling him in a trance, her petite curvy body was delicious, and that sweet angelic voice was a melody to his ears. Damn he wanted her, and he intended to make sure he did. However, the closer he gets the more he learns about the fragile Daisy, can they both survive a rollercoaster of events, emotions and get their happy ever after?

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS HEAVY ADULT THEMES OF BULLYING AND MISTREATMENT + MATURE(18+) EROTIC CONTENT. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Three kingdoms. One untouchable lycan king. And a fated mate he swore to end the next time he laid eyes on her. Theodosa Fane thinks she knows what it means to suffer—That’s until she meets Xahen Ithorno. She has no idea who he is. But Xahen knows her all too well. She was his mate once, twice, and now a third time. Each encounter ended with her trying to kill him. Now, according to Xahen, she has returned for her third strike. But Xahen is no longer forgiving enough to give his mate another chance. And Theodosa has no recollection of ever meeting Xahen. She sees him as the ruthless king who ruled over the darkest island in the realm. And he sees her as a woman hellbent on putting him six feet under. To Theodosa, their paths should never have crossed. But Xahen has waited for her to resurface for a hundred years. To punish her. To maim her spirit. To break her soul. Xahen Ithorno’s third mate has come up for air, once again in the form of Theodosa Fane. And this time, he planned to execute her before she had the chance to deceive him a third time.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄✫ 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭* Scott walked over to her and stopped an inch away. His height was nothing compared to hers. She lowered her gaze, unable to stand those alluring eyes of his. He placed a finger underneath her chin, lifting her head, and her gaze met with his. "Too late. You signed. You're mine little dove," Xavier said, his deep voice low and menacing. ..... Laura Jacobs' life was on the brink of collapse. Struggling to make ends meet, she worked multiple part-time jobs to support herself and her ailing brother. But when her wealthy boyfriend's infidelity shattered her heart, Laura's world came crashing down. With her brother's life-threatening hospital bills looming and no way to pay, Laura felt hopeless. In a desperate moment, she considered ending it all. But fate intervened when she collided with Scott Williams, a billionaire mogul with a reputation for ruthlessness. Scott offered Laura a shocking proposal. Become his contracted wife for six months, and he'd pay her brother's medical bills. Desperate, Laura agreed. But as she entered Xavier's world, she discovered secrets, lies, and a web of deceit that threatened to destroy everything. Will she stick to the contract or fall in love with Xavier? Find out on this boredom Killer

NOTICE: This is a gay Novel and it includes gay sexual content. ***** The story is about a lonely boy who just wants to be loved. ****"""" It all started when He felt something next to him, it was touching his body but when he opened his eyes everything he felt was gone but the touch he felt still lingers... -------- Nicolas is a twenty two year old living in a small flat and works at a local restaurant while studying to finish his university. Growing up Nicolas was bullied in secondary school because of his sexual orientation and for coming out as gay which led to him to change schools. As a result he stopped trusting people and became a closed off person. Jasper He is an Alpha of a Red Moon Pack who is straight and he doesn't like humans because of his past history with them. He was born differently from any other werewolf and he has been looking for his mate ever since he turned eighteen but now he is twenty six and still searching. He still has hope that one day he will find her but what happens when he indeed finds her and finds out that his mate is actually a he not a her also he is a human the species he hates. (Thank you for giving my novel a chance; I will work hard to improve my Writing skills!)

"Tell me you don’t feel the same way," Xavier murmured, his dark eyes locked on mine. "Tell me you don’t feel your heart racing every time you see me. Tell me you don’t think about me for hours, imagining things… imagining me touching you. Tell me you don’t feel jealous when you see me with another girl who isn’t you." He stepped closer, his lips curling into that infuriating smirk. "Tell me, Princess," he whispered. My throat went dry. My words stuttered. "I… I don’t feel anything for you," I barely managed. "You're such a terrible liar," he said, his grin darkening. ••• Everything changed the night my father died. Six months later, my mother’s whirlwind engagement brought me here — to his mansion, to his world, to him. Xavier Knight: arrogant, reckless and rebellious. The one person I shouldn’t want. The one person I can’t stop noticing. He’s not supposed to be mine. I’m not supposed to want him. And yet… every glance, every word, every heartbeat pulls me closer to danger.

It had been seven years since I broke the mate bond with Dark Wood Pack's Alpha, Shane Lewis. I ran a floral boutique in the Neutral Zone. On an ordinary day, a little girl stood at the door and was staring at me in a daze. She looked about six or seven years old. She was very pretty. Something about the curve of her eyes and brows felt strangely familiar, especially those amber eyes. Our gazes met. In an instant, memories flooded my mind like a movie reel. They were memories that had once caused me unbearable pain. I quickly called out to her. "Hey there, kid. Do you want to try this candy? "It's made from primrose. It's very sweet." She accepted the candy and listened as I talked casually. I told her that I used to be the Luna of Silver Moon Pack. I once had a primrose estate. Unfortunately, someone took it from me. I told her I once had a daughter too. She should be about the same age as the girl now. The girl looked curious. "Do you hate the bad people who took your things?" she asked. I looked at her for a long time and smiled. "Not anymore," I said.

I've been in a coma for six months after a car accident. When I finally wake up, the first thing I hear is something sloppy in my hospital ward. My girlfriend, Quinn Simpson, is in here. She's kissing Chad Scott, her true love. Chad looks uneasy as he glances at me every few seconds. "Quinn, don't do this. I heard coma patients can still hear things. If Mateo hears us—" Quinn scoffs, completely unbothered. "So what? He's a vegetable. Probably won't wake up for the rest of his life. It's better this way, isn't it? Didn't you say you liked living on the edge?" They talk trash about me right in front of my face. I can even feel the contempt in Quinn's eyes. When the two of them finally leave, they don't notice the effort it takes for me to crack my eyes open. But the nurse who walks in next does. She sees it immediately and slams the emergency button. Once I start regaining strength, the first thing I do is send a message to my parents. "Mom, Dad, I'll do the arranged marriage."

For five years, Marco Falcone was the perfect man. Or so I thought. The illusion shattered on the night of our engagement party, when his mistress crashed it, a five-year-old boy in tow. The boy ran straight to Marco, crying, "Daddy! Daddy, I finally found you!" It had to be some kind of sick joke. But then Marco turned to me, his voice stripped of all warmth. "This is my son, Leo. A… mistake Sofia and I made five years ago." "Leo is the Falcone heir. I have to legitimize them. That means I'll be engaged to Sofia first." "But Lydia, believe me, I still love you. We can have our engagement party in six months. You're going to be the Donna of the Falcone family. I expect you to be generous and understanding. This is non-negotiable." I laughed, a cold, sharp sound, and slid the engagement ring off my finger. My eyes scanned the room and locked on the man in the corner—Lorenzo Moretti, the most powerful Don in New York. He held another title, one only I knew: the man who’d been trying to make me his. "Don Moretti," I called out, my voice clear and steady. "I find myself in need of a new fiancé. Are you interested?"

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

In my previous life, my boyfriend's younger sister came to the CT room for a check-up. As always, I asked the routine questions about whether she was pregnant or planning to be within the next six months. After all, CT scans involve radiation. It could harm the fetus. She had confidently said no. However, when I handed her the consent form to sign, her face suddenly changed. She immediately pulled out her phone and called my boyfriend, claiming I was putting on airs and making things difficult for her. Soon after, my boyfriend called me. “Don’t make things difficult with my sister over something so trivial. You’re putting me in the middle. I swear on my life she’s not pregnant!” Trusting him, I skipped the consent form and went ahead with the scan. However, the results clearly showed she was pregnant, and not just newly. His family dragged me into court. I lost everything, buried under debt. In the end, I died from the scorching heat while hauling bricks at a construction site. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day his sister came in for her check-up.