Whispered Sentence

When Ayla is dragged from her school into the heart of a strange wolf territory, she expects torture—or death. Instead, she meets Alpha Kael: a man as dangerous as he is breathtaking, and a secret buried beneath his skin. His blood awakened an ancient orb—and in one night, Kael became the vessel of a living curse. Now the orb stirs again, its power latching onto Ayla. The mark she wears, her mother’s ring, links her to the prophecy whispered by the Moon goddess messenger: “When the moon bleeds and the cursed wolf kneels, love shall either heal the wound… or end the world.” As darkness spreads through the pack and the curse consumes Kael’s soul, Ayla must decide whether to save him—or destroy him before the prophecy destroys them both. But fate has a cruel sense of humor… Because to break the curse, the moon goddess demands the one thing neither of them is willing to give up. Their hearts.

"Love was never part of the equation, sunshine," he whispered, his words a cold blade to my heart, shattering the fragile hope I'd clung to. Rory's life was reduced to ashes the day she discovered her wolf was a myth, a cruel fate that severed her connection to the world she once knew. No bonding, no mating, no purpose. But fate has other plans. As her father's pawn in a game of power, she's traded from one nightmare to another. Yet, her new captor, Orion, might not be the monster she expects. Driven by vengeance and a desperate bid to reclaim his pack, Orion's arranged to marry the enemy's daughter, intent on breaking her spirit as his own was shattered. But as the lines between love and hate blur, he'll face an impossible choice: sacrifice his pack or surrender to his forbidden desire. When darkness meets sunshine, will it be a salvation or a cruel fate awaiting?

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.

“Turn around,” he whispered, and the brush of his fingers against my neck set my whole body on fire. *** I was royalty, a wolf born of two powerful rulers. But when I turned eighteen and still couldn’t shift, the pack called me cursed. Weak. Useless. Then came the rogue attack. Blood. Fire. Betrayal. I ran, thinking I was escaping death, only to find out the truth was far worse. Because I’m not just a wolf. I’m something else. Something ancient. Something the moon itself fears. And when he found me, my mate, the one with eyes like wildfire and a voice that could command storms, my secret burned to the surface. Now I’m caught between the bond I can’t fight and the power I can’t control. And if I’m not careful… I might destroy the very world that rejected me.

Jeremy's high school has always been a nightmare because of the school's heartthrob, Steve, who never missed a chance to bully him. But things take a surprising turn when Steve unexpectedly falls head over heels in love with Jeremy. The twist? Steve's younger brother has had a crush on Jeremy since childhood. Now, both brothers are in love with Jeremy, and a complicated love triangle is in the making. Who will Jeremy choose; the bully or his best friend? The stakes are high, and the drama is intense. *** "I love you, Jer." Steve said, coming uncomfortably close to me. "I wanna hug you and tell everyone you are mine," he whispered in my ear. "I am not yours. I hate you so much, Steve, and I'll make sure to take revenge on you for bullying me and torturing me." I turned away from him, determined to stand up for myself and put an end to his harassment.

Noel Laurent never expected a night of heartbreak to put him in the sights of Vincenzo de Luca..a man wrapped in danger, power, and ruthless desire. The mafia king wanted him from the moment their eyes met. But when Vincenzo sent his men to fetch him, Noel did the unthinkable..he refused. Now, Vincenzo is intrigued. Amused. Obsessed. Noel doesn’t belong in Vincenzo’s world of bloodstained hands and whispered threats, yet the mafia don is determined to make him his. No matter the cost. He spoils Noel, protects him, claims him, until Noel has nowhere left to run. And when old enemies and past wounds threaten to pull them apart, Vincenzo proves there’s nothing he won’t do to keep Noel in his arms..even if it means burning the world down. Noel thinks he can resist him. Vincenzo knows better. After all… what’s his will always be his.

His rough hand slid up my bare thigh, parting my knees, rushing delicious heat through my body. “Don't look at me like that,” he growled, his mouth grazing the corner of mine. “Unless you want me to show you how a king worships his queen, little fawn.” … Mute and wolf-less, Liora had always been the shadow in her own home, treated as nothing more than a servant. Besides endless labor, her blood was drained to cure her stepsister’s strange illness. When rogues threatened their pack, her father made the cruelest choice: he offered Liora to the monstrous Lycan King, Cassian Veyraith. A man whispered to take pleasure in death. Dragged to King's bed, naked and trembling, Liora braced herself for death. However, the moment Cassian's eyes met hers, she realized nothing was as it seemed…

(Bxb) Eric Valence thought finding a job as an editor for a well-known author named Draven H. Malcolm was the beginning of his writing career. He had no idea that it would also be the beginning of his love story. *** "You're so clueless, it bothers me." He frowned, "What does that mean-" "You never wondered why I gave you all the best things on my floor - the closest desk, drinks from my office, my newest project. I even went to your house and picked you up to make sure you weren't late." "My portfoli-" "There are twenty three others with the same experience as yours, that was an excuse," he admitted, peering into Eric's eyes and daring him to look away. Eric didn't. Draven sighed, "The reason I got mad that day..." he paused for a moment, hesitating again but deciding to let it all out, "the reason I got mad is because I heard you kissed Jason, which I wasn't too pleased about but then seeing you and Justin together..." He never finished his sentence, and Eric raised an eyebrow, "What about Justin and I?" "I feel like you're doing this on purpose," Draven chuckled, examining Eric's confused face. "I'm not sure what you're talking about-" "I like you," Draven said clearly with his entire diaphragm, expression it as loud as he could for Eric to understand. Eric felt his throat squeeze itself shut, no oxygen coming in or out. "I like you, a lot more than I thought, Eric," he breathed. Eric was unable to believe it, shook his head and looked away for moment, before meeting his gaze again. "Why me?" he asked quietly. Draven shrugged his shoulders, eyeing Eric with adoration and admiration, "I'm not sure either, but I want you to be mine."

Ethan chuckled to himself and ran his fingers through my hair. Electricity ran up my spine as I tried not to react to how good it felt. “God, you’re cute.” He said. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, and we lingered in our embrace for a moment before pulling away. I could see something was shifting, was he holding me? What were these feelings brewing inside of me? I told myself not to take them too seriously. “You’re pretending.” I whispered to myself. “None of this is real.” - The offer was simple: one million dollars to pretend to be his girlfriend, then his fiance, in a space of six months. Everything she wanted was going to be at the tip of her fingers, including, maybe, making her best friend Jake a tiny bit jealous. What could go wrong? Everything, absolutely everything. And they both wanted it.

"You don't have to like me Leila, but I sure as hell won't let you hate me" I pause, glaring at him. "What choice do I have?" His eyes crawl down my body, making the feeling I've fought to bury bubble to the top. "The only one's that's available" he Whispered against my ear. "Because I've no intention of letting you go" Werewolves exist. Human Slave Rogue. Whichever you choose, their all the same in the werewolf realm. When things take a turn for the worst, Grayson's eyes are turned on me, the little frail human that he orders to lift her skirt but won't ever will. No one refuses his order, but I'm not a possession or anyone's whore. How persistent can one man be? Especially when there's nothing that points to rewriting the stars of fate.