Walking Synonyms

"What do you think you are doing?" Luna shouted looking at the man in front of her who was pointing a gun at her father. "Luna, you have to come with me." Arthur spoke as he tilted his head towards her. "Leave him, I will go with you." Luna said as tears escaped from her eyes. "Your daughter is smart," Arthur spoke looking at her father. Walking towards Luna Arthur picked her up on his shoulder whilst she kept on shouting, "I can walk on my own." and hit his back. "We never know, kitten." he pushed her inside the car and then sat next to her. {Luna, A 21 years old College Going girl, who was financially struggling caught the eyes of the most powerful mafia, Arthur. at first glance Arthur became obsessed with her and swore that he will make her possession.}

Anastasia just wanted to finish highschool so she could breathe. Everyone bullied her and she was used to it but then there was one person that took it upon himself to remind her each day she was an ugly freak. Vincent made it his life mission to taunt and bully her each day. She hated it but couldn't say anything about it because she didn't want to get into more trouble. It gets more intense when Vincent's rival Caleb picks interest on Anastasia and Vincent wasn't going to sit and watch someone trample over him. Anastasia was caught up in the middle of the rival she wanted nothing to do with. Extract from the story **" "You are mine to play with and I won't stand and watch someone take you from me."Vincent hissed at me before shoving me and walking away.

Ava Whitmore is the perfect good girl. She follows the rules, stays out of trouble and completely off-limits to boys like Kai Cooper. Kai Cooper? Tattooed. Reckless. He’s the walking red flag she was never meant to talk to. The bad boy who lived just one fence away, the one she's spent her life avoiding. Until that night happened. One step over the line she swore she’d never cross. With a broken heart and a body begging to be touched, she walks straight into the hands that know exactly how to wreck girls like her. She knows he is all shades of wrong. That he'll break her, wreck her, leave her begging for more. But she’s already crossed the line. Worst of all? She wants more. She craves more of everything she shouldn't want.

Keith Anderson, the perfect son and the perfect CEO who is admired by everyone in town had a dark side. Once a spoiled brat who did a sin which he wouldn't able to accept himself lives in constant fight with his innerself. To get remorse from his sins he did a ironic thing. He became the city's most feared Mafia Don under a disguise as Kenny. His ideology is simple. He did a sin and now he became the devil who doesn't allow anymore sins. Julie Lexington, a 25 years old single mom who was disowned by her family after she got pregnant by an guy and refused abortion. Unfortunately, her five years old daughter is diagnosed with a dangerous disease and she don't have enough funds to afford her medicine. And that's when their path crossed. "Maybe you should sell yourself." Julie heard the bartender say and controlled her anger and started walking away from the bar as her shift ends. "He will pay 2000 dollars per hour." the bartender continue and smirked seeing Julie stopped walking and looking at him hesitantly with her hazel green eyes. Those dollars can give her daughter best treatment. She gulp down the pain in her throat as she prepared herself to sell her body to an unknown stranger. "Ahem ahem" she heard the locking of door and turned around to see a masked man with familiar eyes but she can't make out who is that. "I thought I spoiled your life." he whispered misunderstanding her situation as her eyes welled up hearing a familiar voice again. No this can't be. She told to herself as she came face to face with the guy she gave herself to years ago. "Keith?" and he stood frozen to his place wondering how she know his name.

Heiress Juliette Lux is finally getting married, in her dream dress. But the guests aren't her friends; the person walking her down the aisle isn't her father; and the man waiting at the altar, her soon-to-be husband, is someone she has never met until yesterday---Ralph Virtus, the son of her family's mortal enemy, the Mafia King, also notoriously known to many as The Devil. And he has stolen her entire family fortune. Say all he wants, but her father will never sell his multi-billion dollar business empire, the family's legacy. He certainly won't force his precious daughter to marry the enemy and have his heir. The contract is a farce. And Juliette will seek the truth and take back what's hers. But can she reclaim her stolen heart from the devillishly witty Mafia King ...

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

I married a man I couldn't touch then slept with a man I couldn't trust. After walking in on my husband balls-deep in my cousin and getting her pregnant. I didn’t just sign the divorce papers. I lit them on fire. Frigid, they called me. Uptight. Ice queen. So I moved out. Looked for a roommate. Someone quiet. Preferably female. Her name was Kylie. Except... Kylie turned out to be Kyle—a smug, tattooed stranger with a dirty-mouth and secrets carved into his smirk. He’s cocky, cruel, and way too hot for a man who eats peanut butter from the jar and calls it dinner. One drunken night, I let him in. All the way in. And I swore it meant nothing. Until I found my uncle lying in a pool of blood— And Kyle was holding the gun.

Adapting to her current life and wanting to change for good. Angela Wilson, found herself stuck in between what's right and what's wrong and until the day she met the mysterious man who had ruthlessly entered her world as if it belongs to him and she found no way out of his grasp. ___ "You are not going anywhere Angela" My body stops moving as his deep and husky voice sounds so clear in my ears. My mind was in thought, how did he enter my apartment? how did he know where I live? but no words left my mouth. My breath hitched when his shoes tapping on the floor, alerting me that he was walking in my direction. Fists clenching when his presence felt so close to me. "You can't avoid me, My Angel"

He was the Alpha King. Savage. Unforgiving. Untouchable. She was the omega who once scarred him—and vanished. Twelve years ago, Freya, a rare female omega, dared to sink her claws into the future Alpha King, Ragnar Thorne, branding his flesh and haunting his pride. He swore vengeance that night—and when she disappeared, he swore he’d find her—one day. Twelve years later a masked woman arrives and walks straight into his arms. Bold. Defiant. Unbending. Freya has lived in the shadows, hiding her true nature and history. But her return isn't by accident. She has her secrets… and her reasons for walking straight into the lion’s den. Ragnar’s hate would turn into an obsession that will spiral into something dark, primal, and uncontrollable, and then the past claws its way back.

I bought a breathtakingly handsome and sculpted werewolf slave from the magic black market. His rock-hard abs were on full display, and his deep V-lines pointed straight down into his tight, low-slung pants. But once I got him home, it was clear something was very wrong. A low, suppressed growl rumbled constantly in his throat. He stared at me with his golden wolf eyes, looking like he wanted to tear me apart and devour me whole. His body burned like a walking furnace. I thought he had wolfsbane fever and frantically contacted the seller. The seller was silent for three seconds after hearing my description. [My dear witch, is it possible he isn't sick, but just...hungry?] [The kind of hungry...that makes a werewolf want to pin you to a wall and sink his fangs into your neck to mark you?]