Tremble Jupiter

Today was supposed to be my sister's wedding day. Instead, I'm the one walking down the aisle. The man waiting for me is a billionaire tycoon, cold, untouchable, and infamous for crushing anyone who stands in his way. Power bends to his will, money erases his mistakes, and emotions are a weakness he never allows himself to feel. I was never meant to marry him. I'm only here because my sister ran away… and if he discovers I'm a substitute bride, my family will be ruined overnight. So when the officiant asks if I accept him, my lips tremble as I whisper, "I do." His gaze locks onto mine, dark and possessive. "You're mine now, kitten," he murmurs, as if sealing my fate. The nightmare begins that moment. I manage to escape his bed on our wedding night, hiding behind excuses and fragile lies. But the days that follow terrify me more. The walk-in closet is filled with clothes in my sister's favorite colors. The dining table overflows with dishes she loved. He researched her. Memorized her. Or so I thought. Then he slides a peanut butter bagel toward me, my sister's favorite. I'm allergic. I glance up, my pulse roaring in my ears, only to find his expression unreadable. Calculating. Watching. Has he already realized I'm not the woman he married? And if this ruthless billionaire uncovers the truth… will he destroy me? Because marrying him was never part of my future, and falling for him might be the most dangerous mistake of all.

“You breathe when I say you breathe. You look at me when I command it. You belong to me, Little Bird… body, soul, and every filthy thought in between.” Aria was born to be forgotten—an Omega with no name, no family, and no future. Beaten, broken, and sold by her pack to a slave auction, she swore she’d never submit again. Until he walked in. Damien Voss, the infamous Mafia Alpha whose name makes even kings tremble, bought her at a ridiculously high price—without blinking. To the world, he’s the devil in a designer suit. To Aria, he’s the monster who caged her, marked her… and awakened something inside her she can’t control. She hates him. She craves him. And the worst part? Her wolf wants him too. But when another Mafia boss whispers promises of freedom in her ear, Aria finds herself standing between two devils — one who wants to own her, and one who wants to use her. Her heart beats for the man she swore to destroy, and her body betrays her every time he whispers her name. “You can run, Little Bird,” Damien murmured, his hand closing around her throat, possessive and tender all at once. “But I’ll find you. And when I do, you’ll beg me to chain you again.” In a world ruled by blood, power, and secrets, love is the most dangerous sin. And Aria is about to find out that the devil doesn’t just want her submission— He wants her soul.

What do you want from me? I'm just an ordinary human" Aloha said, staring at the floor, too scared to look into his eyes. Aloha pulled her trembling hands to the side of her body as she tried to calm her racing heart. The words that would save her from his wrath begged to be spoken from her mouth, but she didn\'t say it, fearing it might only anger him, and she continued to keep her mouth shut. Aloha realized this was the reason he was called a beast. He could install fear in you without even altering a word. \'Are you sure you are an ordinary human, you a witch?\' Ragnar mumbled to his hearing alone. "I\'m your tormentor, your worst nightmare. You will tremble when you see me, yet you won\'t be able to do without me. You are prey, and I\'m predator," he deadly whispered. Rumor has it. He became destructive after being cursed. He\'s the Alpha King who has pleasure in tormenting humans. He\'s feared by everyone. He\'s cold to everyone. He had lived for thousands of years. He hates the guts of humans. Since he was cursed because of humans and witches he became the nightmare of humans and witches His name is Alpha Ragnar, the Alpha, who, with a mere look in his eyes, had a human trembling in fear. Two centuries ago, another prophecy came out on how to lift his curse, but there is a condition involving Aloha. What could the condition be? Read to find out how Aloha played into that condition.

Being a Vampires pet is a fate no Human wants to endure… I was 6 years old when my parents were killed and I was taken to the pet store. A 6 year old cannot make choices for herself, so why am I punished for something my parents did? This question haunts me. Instead of playing outside with other kids, I was groomed and trained to obey my Master… I was to be the perfect pet. A maid, a sexual partner, a nurse, a blood bag… Anything my Master wanted, that was what I was expected to give. Obedience… That is what the Ringmaster prided herself on with her selection. She didn't get so lucky with me. Madame Vienna and I clashed hardcore. I learned quickly not to speak out of turn, but it didn't stop me from throwing a snarky remark here and there when I felt that I was healed enough to handle another punishment. This may be the only reason I lasted so long without being sold. But my time had come. I was on display for the world to see. Tattered and torn, but it didn't seem to matter to the man with the rose gold eyes who made the Vampires tremble without even saying a single word… What kind of creature was he to cause this type of reaction in an apex predator? I clenched my eyes shut as he brought me to the counter to check out. "Come, Ambrosia." The man purred after a moment. Shaking, I followed him, trying to take in any and every small detail of the outside world… "You can do this. Pretend it's just a bad dream… You know how to survive." I whispered to myself, as I followed my new Master to what was sure to be my death.

"I've purchased you, which only means one thing; I own you. I own every bit of you, Margarette. Your body, your heart, and even your soul. You are mine. And no one can take you away from me." Possessive, cold-hearted, and ruthless. That's Xavier Ivanov, a Russian Mafia boss or also known as the devil himself. He cares no one but himself. He kills people for money and satisfaction. He runs illegal businesses and is one of the most influential yet dangerous people in the world. People were afraid of him. They despise his existence. He's a living Satan, and people tremble upon seeing him. It was quite impossible to tame a devil like him. No one can tame Xavier, or so they thought. Margarette Ferrero. She is a total opposite of him. An angel sent from above and was bound to burn an evil like himself. She is sweet, loving, yet naive. Being purchased by a powerful mafia boss from the dark market, Margarette was supposed to fear him. However, that was the total opposite of what she felt. Oddly, she felt safe and saved. And Xavier was beyond amused and enthralled by the naive girl. People were afraid of him, but that is not the case with Margarette. He's her saviour, her angel, and her owner. No one owns her but him. Two people with different personalities, different worlds, and different stories to be told. Is it possible to find love amongst the odds? Does love know no boundaries? Or was it all just an illusion? When secrets begin unfolding themselves and then the past that was buried six feet below the ground resurface, will the love be strong enough to keep the two people together? Or will the past change what is present?

"I bought you, Aurora… and now, you’re mine. Be my private dancer… dance only for me." For Aurora Brooks, love is a fake currency that doesn’t buy bread. Love didn’t save her Momy from her Daddy’s violent grip, and it didn’t pay off the gambling debts chasing them. The only way to survive is money—and money is found in one place: on the stage of Roth’s Night Club, where she sells her dance to the rich to buy her family’s safety. But one night in Alexander Roth’s private suite changed everything. Alexander isn’t just a billionaire; he’s the port’s emperor, a cold widower with power that makes men tremble and women kneel. He offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse: "I will be your protection… in exchange for becoming my private possession." Aurora thought she had escaped her Daddy’s hell, only to find herself in a golden prison ruled by a man who refuses to touch her but watches her every breath with deadly jealousy. A man who worships the memory of his late wife yet hunts Aurora with looks that burn her skin. But the real shock wasn’t in his darkness… it was in his identity. When Aurora discovers that the “beast” sleeping in the next room—the man she signed her ownership contract to—is the same man who is her sister’s fiancé’s Daddy. He is the fever who will stand at her sister’s wedding to bless the family… while secretly forcing her to be his private dancer behind closed doors. Now, Aurora is trapped in a forbidden game. If she runs, she destroys her sister’s future. If she stays, she loses her soul to a forbidden man.

“You! What do you think you're doing?” She squealed, her eyes wide as she scrambled backwards in a panic. He didn't stop and instead, backed her up until she was sandwiched between the wall and himself. His hand grabbed her waist and pulled her flush against him before leaning down till his lips was level with the her ear. “What do you think I'm doing?” His voice was a deep baritone that made her tremble. Her face flushed as she felt the signs of her arousal. He stuck out his tongue and lapped at her earlobe making her tremble and whimper. “Of course, I'm trying to get closer to my Luna.” With that, he didn't wait for her to say her usual protest of “I'm not your Luna” before he captured her lips in his, kissing her till her knees turned to jelly. Laila Reeds felt like her life was the happiest it could be and that nothing could go wrong. Her Alpha loved and cherished her. Her pack was flourishing and she was happy. But good things always come to an end. Laila suddenly finds that everything that her world was built on were lies and what she thought was love was only a ploy to get something from her. Shattered and condemned to death, she thought she wouldn't make it. But then he came. With his silver hair and violet eyes, he descended and killed her enemies while saying “Who dares to touch my mate?” Even with this, Laila wasn't moved as her heart was already dead. “Dead? Her heart is dead? What a joke. Watch how this Luna doting Lycan nurses her heart back to health. Soon, her heart would be beating again and it will be beating only for me.” he proclaimed with a confident smile.

“She is to be my slave.” He says, dropping the bomb before gripping my chin tightly and forcing me to face him. “Do you have a problem with that, princess?” I try not to flinch from the pain, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. But I fail to hide the obvious hate for him in my eyes. I hate him for killing the love of my life. He chuckles and tightens his hold on my chin. His eyes flash red momentarily before returning to their normal grey and I tremble from fear. He looks at me like he wants to destroy my very soul but I don't drop my eyes as I glower at him spitefully. “Glare at me all you want, little bunny. From now on, I'm your master.” He smirks. I don’t know how I got here. I fell from riches to rags when I became a slave to the ruthless, dangerous, and cruel Lycan king overnight. He killed my fiancé, threatened my father, the Alpha king, and destroyed my life, turning me into a pauper and a slave pet when I was born a princess. He wanted me to be his breeder and give birth to his mini Lycan babies. This man was my worst nightmare and I was afraid of him. But can someone explain to me why when I'm close to him, I feel like my body is about to explode into a thousand pieces? He’s my enemy and I should find an opportunity to kill him to avenge my fiancé but why do all the cells in my body burn for him, wanting him close when I should loathe him and try my best to run away from him?

When I'm taking Mom and Dad to experience the cable car ride, an infinite display of fireworks suddenly bursts from the bottom of the mountain. Soon, they form a sentence in the air. "Our romance will never fade away, even if we die. Yvonne Shaw, my heart belongs to you always." Right away, I realize that my husband, Henry Glover, has specifically prepared the fireworks display just to please his childhood sweetheart, Yvonne Shaw. Under the powerful attacks of the fireworks, the cable lines begin to shake and tremble violently to the point they are about to snap. My fingers tighten around my phone so much that they've turned white. I scream into the speaker, "Henry Glover, have you gone nuts? Stop it! Mom and Dad are still in the cable car!" But he merely chortles in return. I can hear Yvonne's delicate voice egging him on in the background. "Why should I stop? When Yvonne's parents were lying in the ICU and waiting for help three years ago, you screwed up their life-saving surgery despite the fact that you never failed a surgery before! "Today, I want you to have a taste of what it feels like to lose your loved ones as well!" After that, the bodyguards' responses echo from the other end of the line. Henry orders, "Add another huge batch of fireworks and aim them at the cable car. Just keep firing at it!" Yvonne's titters are like poisoned honey. She continues egging on Henry. "You're amazing, darling! Make those two bastards turn to ash!" The cable car sinks all of a sudden. Mom and Dad are so frightened that their complexions turn deathly pale. With bloodshot eyes, I use all of my strength in roaring at my phone. "Henry Glover, your own parents are the ones trapped inside the cable car right now!"

I never wanted any part in this. But I have no choice. With a deep sigh, I force down an invisible lump in my throat, looking up at the priest. I press my fingers tighter into the flower I am holding, hoping it hides how much I am shaking. Dreading the words the priest is about to utter. “Do you, Ariella Cecilia Boone, take Dermos Salvatore to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The priest asks. I blink. I badly want to say it, badly want to scream that I am not Ariella Cecilia Boone. My lips tremble as I force the truth down my throat, “Yes, I do.” I murmur, my voice a little over a whisper. ~~~~ Ariel Hannah Boone didn't know what life had in store for her when she woke up on her twin sister's wedding day, only to find out her sister had run away. She went into panic when her mother insisted she take her place because Dermos Salvatore was no man to joke with. Dermos was the most feared Don in the whole of Sicily, one who killed without care. A blood thirsty murderer with no remorse. In an attempt to save her family from his wrath, she takes her sister's place at the wedding. Pain, suffering, and betrayal are all she knows the moment she became his. Secrets begin to unveil as she realises her family isn't what it seems. And when whispers of her sister's disappearance reach her, she finds out the truth. He never wanted Ariella; it had always been her. Ariel has to choose between a love built on lies or betraying her sister and family. She was his bride, and he was her prison, yet he would never let her go.