Thus Spoke Rohan Kishibe

After a breakup, I went to a nightclub and employed the services of a male escort. He turned out to be blind, so I immediately lost interest. I was about to leave when he suddenly pulled me into the bathroom. He revealed his chiseled abs and said in a deep, smooth voice, “Miss, I may not be able to see, but my fingers are very nimble.” As he spoke, he slid his hand under my dress.

"Boss.. Boss please forgive me! I was drunk so I thought she was one of the clan's whóre I swear I didn't know she was yours" The man begged like his life depended on it. "Which hand did you use to touch her" Aurelio spoke calmly. "My.. My... L-Left-" He wasn't chanced to finish his sentence when Aurelio cut off his left hand completely. Blood splashed on his cheek as it began bumping out of the man's hand. "Aarrrgghh!!!" The agonizing cry from the man echoed in the room as he peed on himself. Aurelio turned to Amour who looked horrified with the scene she just witnessed. His hands found his way to her neck and he gripped it tightly, bringing her face close to his so he could have a clear view of the terrified look on her face. "This.. Is just the highest level of my kindness compared to what I can do. Remember this, you're mine! Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to do whatever I want with... No one else... But me" A drop of tear fell from Amour's eyes. •••• Aurelio Giovanni is the second in command of THE DARK BULLS, one of the biggest mafia empire in Los Angeles, he's the underboss He ruthless, to him "second chance" doesn't exist in his vocabulary Just like air, one never knows his next move. He can be as calm as a gentle breeze but the next minute, a raging hurricane What happens when he sets eye on 22 years old Amour who's just curious to discover the world around her? How did both of them meet? What happens when Aurelio claims Amour as his possession? Will Amour ever escape from his déadly clutches? Or not? What if there's more to it than what meets the eye?

Alessia, a beautiful and powerful Sliver-blonde haired werewolf, born from the love of an Alpha and a powerful Witch. She faces insurmountable obstacles and had already accumulated so many enemies who sought her death right from birth. This lead first, to the mysterious death of her parents. Then the sudden brutal annihilation of her Pack, with her being the sole survivor. Enraged, Alessia seeks revenge for her Pack, the only family she ever knew. This rage, led to her complete awakening. A rebirth! Gaining a balance control of her wolf, after her first Transformation, she sought the alliance of a powerful and Formidable Alpha. Alpha Derek, a direct descendant of Lycan, a protective leader, who also seek to lift the ancient curse on his kind. This alliance prove to be quite a challenge to Alessia. Derek, Unbeknownst to her, was her fated mate and also the suitor who sought after her prior to the chaos, and her his would-be Luna. Later, the common goal brought them closer and thus the power of love is ignited. Through twist and turn, Alessia gets to know that she is the child of the prophecy, prophesied by Lycan centuries ago - As one to lift the curse on the son's of Lycan. A curse placed on a generation of humans by a strong witch - 'She cursed them to forever wander the night as part wolf and part human, and to forever be bond to the moon. Alessia is the child to break the curse. She brings redemption to the son's of Lycan. With Alessia and Derek's life hanging in balance, Can their love conquer centuries old curse and enemies? Can they forge unbreakable alliances and redeem the son's of Lycan? Will Alessia claim her place as the most powerful Luna in the shape shifter's world?

As her ears started ringing, the lump in her throat growing, the words he spoke faded into the background. Her eyes welled up, and her breath hitched, she had heard him right? “Earth to Rebecca, hello?!” He replied to her in an annoyed tone. She took a deep breath, “After 20 yrs you really don’t want a life with me” she managed to speak slightly above a whisper. She had been his rock, put his needs first, never said no to his frivolous spending, and had loved him enough for the both of them; yet in the small bedroom in their city apartment he stood with divorce papers in hand. She hadn’t been naive about the rough patch that they were navigating, but they had always worked past because Rebecca had always put her husband 1st. “Rebecca I don’t love you and no level of your love is going to undo these divorce papers. I can’t even stand to be in this room with you, but I want to be on a united front when we tell the kids.”

Amara Terrin has always been different—mulatto, wolfless, and unwanted in her homeland of Falme. But one day, everything changes, when soldiers of the king supreme, Lord Alpha Tirion comes barging in. Captured and thrown into a new world, Amara is forced into the Luna Trials: a brutal competition to choose the next Alpha’s queen. But everything gets more deadlier... Haunted by visions of her ancestor, Elena, who failed to save her cursed mate, Amara discovers she is Elena's reincarnate and thus, the new moon Goddess's Reborn, the strongest channeler of the moon magic. In a world of shadows, magic, and prophecy, Amara must decide: Correct the mistakes of her ancestor, Elena? or fulfill her destiny of killing her mate, Lord Tirion the cursed king and the reincarnate of Elena's Cursed mate? But as Amara navigates her path, she discovers that when love becomes a raging fire, Destiny becomes nothing but a hindrance.

Living with my aunt and her family was meant to be a temporary, quiet arrangement just helping out and keeping to myself. On the first day of the new year, while everyone else was out celebrating, I stayed home, enjoying the rare silence and catching up on sleep. But when we ran out of water, I reluctantly stepped outside to fetch some, and that’s when I saw him. He stood by the gate of the house next door, effortlessly commanding attention with just a glance. A smirk played on his lips, and a flicker of amusement danced in his eyes behind his blue-ray glasses. At that moment, he was impossible to ignore. Meanwhile, I felt disheveled and barely awake, my hair was a mess and still shaking off sleep. But he didn’t seem to mind. There was something about him an air of mystery that made me wonder who he was and why he was there. Before I could look away, he spoke, “Hi.” Caught off guard, I managed a quick, “Hi,” while trying to pull myself together. “Can I know your name?” he asked. I hesitated but replied, “I’m Clara,” and kept walking. “Can I have your number?” he called after me. “Just as friends.” I almost refused but reluctantly agreed, entering my number into his phone. “There,” I said, handing it back. “I’ll call you,” he promised with a smile, as I turned to leave. What began as a chance encounter soon became an inexplicable connection. He had secrets, but there was something about him that saw through me, understanding things no one else did. The man I met next door wasn’t just a fleeting stranger,he became the reason I started questioning everything I thought I wanted.

"Ava, you don't have to do this. Come back to the pack." Hayes spoke, catching up to me. He's right. Why am I doing this? I'm his Luna, so why am I fleeing? Tears burning at the back of my eyes, I stare straight into his eyes. "I, Ava Chester, reject you, Hayes Reid, Alpha of Nightshade Pack as my Mate." Immediately the words left my lips, I felt something snap—my heart feeling torn—and my wolf winced. "I—I won't accept this rejection, Ava." He managed to say, amidst deep gasps. Wasn't he the same person who hated me from the very first day he saw me?! I saw pain—and something else I couldn't quite figure out—flash through his features as he bored his eyes into me, as if only realising now how much pain he had caused me. If anyone had told me two months ago that I would one day reject Hayes as my mate, I'd have had the person executed and his head put on a stake. •~. .~• Ava, betrothed to Hayes, is in love with him and has wanted nothing more than finally meeting him. But her fantasies of him had been nothing but that—mere fantasies, as she realises that Hayes wasn't who she had thought him to be. After loosing his mate, and brother to a rogue attack, Hayes is left as the new alpha of the pack without a chance to properly mourn his loss. With the sudden death of his mate, he decides to enclose his heart. As the new alpha, Hayes is faced with the duty of getting a Luna, especially as his betrothed has now reached marriageable age, despite him not wanting it. While still mourning the loss of his first mate, how, then, was he to crown another his Luna?

"The 10th circle of hell was actually the earth, and being alive is the real tormention." Naenia Lovercraft is a ghostwriter who's in a dire need of money, but because she's an epitome of a mad woman, every potential client tries to run for their lives away from her. Well except for this skull-mask wearing guy who introduced himself as Lord Serenade. He was indeed interested in making her write his gory fantasies and buy her works. However, it comes with certain conditions and it should include Neania herself. To live with him. In an old mansion. In the middle of nowhere. Thus, with mysteries to unveil and countless crimes relating to violence, one must connect the dots for everything before the cops arrest the wrong culprit. But in a world full of temptations and sins, who could really stay true to righteousness and prove that there's really a wrong culprit?

I thought mates were meant to love you. I thought they were meant to cherish you, so why was mine so different? Why was he such a coward that he rejected me without a beat when his father asked him to? What of the night we had spent? My life had always been trash, so when I was banished, it was no surprise no one spoke for me, but what they didn't know was I would be back five years later with a prophecy to tell, and my baby alpha, to claim his rightful position as heir. But what happens when things doesn't go as planned, and the prophecy itself was the one she was going to hate?

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.