Voice Of Aslan

"Say it again!" His husky voice sent shivers down to my core. "Pl-please...I-I want you," my voice betrayed. He let out a dark chuckle, leaning to my ear. "Say it louder, Munchkin...I want this empty classroom vibrating with your voice," he teased. *** When two different worlds meet, the attractions pull them closer like a magnet but at the same time could be very dangerous without caution. She's the school janitor's daughter who lives in her world of delusion, believing love could exist once you've set your heart on it while he's the popular handsome jock, billionaire's son who breaks girls with such mindsets. What happens when a ticking spark that has been lying dormant for years within them ignites? It goes BOOM! WARNING: Contains strong vulgar languages, sexual scenes, erotic contents, triggering situations, and lots more.

Jo and Jane are a couple who are quite famous among the artist club. He fell in love for the first time to a girl from ordinary circles who in fact was one of the talents who pursued a career in his company. Their love story that is so fragile on two different worlds requires them to separate each other. But it was Jane who suffered alone a lot, obviously Jo's family finally got rid of Jane in secret, Jane's whereabouts disappeared, whether she was alive or dead, Jo didn't know where she was. It made Jo live in deep misery and longing. He has drastically changed into a cruel cold man over the past 4 years. Until the 5th year destiny said otherwise, Jo overhears a woman's voice talking to Steven, his best friend since childhood. That is a familiar voice, exactly the same as the voice of someone he may have longed for. It suddenly made Jo shocked and for a moment was silent at the outer door of the room. Is that Jane? Or only the same voice of other person? Is Jane still alive? If true, why has Jane's whereabouts not been known for the last 5 years? Why didn't he ask for help or call Jo? What really happened?

Dark Mafia Scene “Who laid a hand on you? Dallion's voice was low, cold, and dangerous. His dark gaze bore into her, daring her to stay silent. When she didn’t respond, the tension snapped like a whip, his voice booming through the room, “Who?” The butler, standing rigid against the wall, swallowed hard before stammering out the words, “It... it was Mr. Rivers, sir.” The atmosphere turned deadly as Dallion's jaw clenched, fury igniting in his eyes. “Bring him to me.” The butler’s eyes widened in fear. “N-now, sir? It’s... it’s late.” Dallion's hand, once braced against the wall near her head, slowly curled into a fist. His eyes never left her face, his possessiveness was palpable. Without looking at the butler, his voice dropped to a lethal calm, “Do you need a better time? Or shall I break your legs to teach you urgency?” The butler didn’t need any more encouragement. He fled the room, returning twenty minutes later with a trembling Mr. Rivers. “Dallion, my friend, what’s all this about?” Rivers began, his voice casual as if nothing was amiss. But Dallion wasn't’t here for pleasantries. His eyes slid to the knife stabbed into the apple on the table, and in one fluid motion, he yanked it free, the blade glinting in the dim light. Without a word, Dallion grabbed Rivers outstretched hand, slamming it onto the table. The sharp scream that followed echoed in the room as Dallion, with one swift movement, sliced through the man’s fingers. Blood splattered across the polished wood as Rivers screamed in agony, clutching his mutilated hand. “No one touches what belongs to me,” Dallion's voice was eerily calm, his expression devoid of any sympathy.

“I was her past but not her future.” Some say that our past is the reflection of our future, but what if your past is not part of your future? Living with her stepdad and battered mom, Mia dreamed of a safe life for her mother and brother. Struggling to her feet, she worked hard and planned for their escape until she stole a notebook from her best friend’s house one day and freed a curse Lycan King, which changed her life forever. Where the past meets the future, which love will she bind her heart, the past of the future? “Please, don’t leave! Help me!” I woke up hearing the strange voice calling me, crying and pleading for help. I tried to ignore it, but the voice was dragging my feet in his direction. The voice stops, and everything becomes quiet…. “Hi, I am Davon Maddox.” “Holy shit! You are the curse werewolf guy!”

Attractive and beautiful woman with most precious smile was Nina Fernandez. It was a well-known restaurant of the city and she was there with her friend, Sara. Nina was married to a small heighted but a very loving guy, Fernandez. They lived in a posh area of city. “I don’t believe in marriage; it is not more than a jail” the words shook her but more than that it was the voice which she could recognize among thousands. It was the voice of her ex- boyfriend, Oscar Hurt, who was with some classy looking lady. Nina was stunned to saw Oscar after 10 years.

When an emotionally unstable teenager finds himself tumultuously falling in love, with her, the owner of the voice in his head.

When a Jobless MBA holder found herself transmigrated into a billionaire body. What would happen? Rachel Johnson, A persistent and tenacious woman died while coming back from her boyfriend’s house when she found out that he was cheating on her. But when she opened her eyes, she saw herself in a foggy cloud, the sky was endless. She felt as if she was floating but at the same time, she wasn't. “Hey, Wake up.” Rachel heard a girl's melodious and pleasant voice speaking in her head. She quickly looked back. That was when she knew that she wasn’t conscious. “Who are you?” Rachel asked the voice after glancing around and couldn't find a single soul. Is she not dead?! “No, you are not dead yet,” The voice said again. She could hear her thoughts? What the hell! Is she in hell? Rachel thought frantically. Immediately Rachel heard the girl’s “You are not in hell either. You need to listen to me now. I don't have much time left.” Hearing the urgency and the desperation in the girl’s voice, Rachel decided to listen to her. “I am Araceli, A Billionaire Heiress. I don't how it happened but transmigrated into my body. I'm already dead but you are occupying my body right now” Araceli explained as she whimpered. “I'm in your body? Rachel asked, shocked. Is there something like that? Transmigration?

Two different worlds, two separate lives are fused together in this surreal tale of the supernatural. A world unknown to her and a world he runs from. An unending war between their worlds leads them down the same path with their destinies aligned. What will happen when the fate of their worlds hang in the balance and they have to make a choice? *** She had no idea how long she had been sleeping for but she woke up to the sound of someone sniffing. She was drowsy so she paid not much attention to it but then it continued, then she heard the voice again, “Lavender, you use lavender for your hair. How have I never sniffed your hair before?", the sniffing continued. The sound reverberated through the caves, whilst she felt the vibrations on his chest where she lay, but she did not need that to know whose voice it belonged to. It was deep but not hoarse, somehow it was powerful and soothing at the same time, it was the voice of a god, one that had spoken to her all of these months, one she had replayed over again in her head till it was ingrained in her memory. “Dragomir…”, she whispered in a teary voice, she proceeded to stand up but he held on to a part of her hair and was sniffing it. When he noticed her staring at him, he stopped and stared back at her as if she had just caught him trying to steal from the cookie jar. “Was that creepy?”, he asked.

In that moment, our lips were only a breath's distance apart. Antonio's eyes held an unspeakable yearning. His gaze dropped to my lips, his intentions evident. My own desire mirrored his, creating a powerful magnetism. Just as he closed the distance, I placed my free hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "Antonio," I murmured, my voice trembling, "We can't..." He froze in place, his warm breath caressing my lips. His eyes held my reflection in them, fluttered shut for a moment as he absorbed my words. I saw a flicker of pain, quickly masked by a stoic calm. He nodded slightly. "I understand," he replied, quietly. His voice was steady, betraying none of the emotions I knew must have been roiling beneath his suave facade. "You aren't going to ask me why?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper. Antonio smiled, a sad, understanding smile that didn't reach his eyes. "I'm not," he said slowly, "because I understand that you have a valid reason for your actions." "Antonio," I swallowed hard, my voice unsteady, "I...I am getting married tomorrow, to Alpha Boris." His eyes widened slightly, the shock of my revelation clear. "You are the future Luna…" he murmured, his voice barely a whisper. His fingers clenched into fists at his sides. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wilhelmina Growler is a force to be reckoned with, a fierce and dominant female werewolf. Her unyielding determination to become the alpha of her pack, the Gravemaw Hounds. However, her aspirations are cut short when shortly after becoming the Beta, Alpha Boris Gravemaw demotes her and forces her as his Luna. The night of the highly anticipated Moon Goddess' Ball, Wilhelmina's world is turned upside down when she discovers that Antonio Lothian, the Lycan Prince, is her destined mate.

Freya, born to Omega parents and unable to shift at sixteen, faced isolation and rejection. Alpha Dominic mated with her, then cruelly rejected her at dawn for being human. Devastated, Freya runs away, carrying a hidden secret-a three-year-old child. Four years later, fate brings them together again, igniting a tale of love, betrayal, and a bond that may or may not reignite. ***************** "You're f*cking mine, Freya," he growled, his words dripping with possessiveness. "No one else can satisfy you like I can." I gripped the sheets, while biting my lips as I surrendered to the relentless pleasure being thrusted between my thighs. "Yes, Alpha Dominic," I moaned, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm yours, only yours." He gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my skin possessively as he drove into me with unbridled passion. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice husky with desire. "I'm yours," I cried out, my voice rising with each thrust. "Yours forever."