Yokai Whisper

"You think you have a choice?" Vittorio squeezed my nipples with his hand and my sanity with the other. “ You were never going to be anyone else's from the moment I set eyes on you”. His voice a deadly whisper His words cut through me making my chest tighten with fear "You’re Ours, kitten," he continued, his gaze locking onto mine and stealing the breath from my lungs. "You will be claimed, used, and Fucked however I see fit. Do you understand?" "I... I understand," I whispered, feeling my resistance crumble under his dark, green eyes. "You will lay before me, Katarina," he commanded his voice a low growl. "Spread your swollen pussy wide, and show me how desperate you are for me to fuck you." Katarina Delgado was supposed to belong to another man. Sold like property to Mafia Don Giordano, her virginity was payment for a debt her father couldn't afford. But when her brother Mateo tries to save her and fails, she ends up in the hands of a deadlier monster: Vittorio De Luca, the brutal mafia king who cages her, collars her, and whispers filth like love. Now, locked in a war between cartels, Katarina is the prize. But not just for Vittorio. Valentino De Luca, his missing twin, has returned. Sharper. Slower. Unhinged. And he doesn’t want to steal her. He wants to share her. Together. In a world of cages, kings, and betrayal, the only thing more dangerous than being wanted… is being wanted by both of them.

Actress Vinta Serrano, 28 yrs old, was found alone and unconscious in the forest where they were currently filming her latest television series. They rushed her in the hospital, but she's still insensible as the days passed by. Little they did know, the woman was pulled back in the year of 1895, where spanish colonial is reigning in the Philippines. Her soul was rebirth into another woman's body and name. Not just another woman, but into a nun. Hermina Claveria, was passionate in pleasing her parents. It's her happiness, so when they want her to serve in church, she decided to devote herself in serving God's glory. She liked it, but when Crisanto Agapito gives colour in the picture, her world turns upside down. As it is prohibited, she tried to stop whatever she's feeling for him. She keeps praying for her sanity and faith for Him. That it is just His ways to prove her adherence for Him. But, the harder she wants to stop, the harder she's falling for him. Hence, she gave up and decided to follow what her hearts wants. Crisanto's economic status belongs in "lower class" but she rejected the idea and go on loving him. Until one day, Hermina's parents knew about Crisanto and they.. killed him Hermina is holding Crisanto's lifeless body and whisper, "Sa ika-isangdaan at dalawampu't walong taon na pagtatakip ng mundo sa araw at buwan ay muling magpapakita ang ating nakaraan at magsisimulang muli ang panibagong yugto ng ating pagmamahalan. Nawa'y dumating ka, Crisanto. Pangako, aking mahal. Hihintayin kita kung saan tayo nagsimula."

“Are… are you going to hurt me?” The question left me in a shaky whisper, my throat tight, my voice betraying me. His eyes narrowed, a dark gleam flashing in them. His mouth curved into something cruel. “I’m going to ruin you,” he corrected, each word drawn out with slow, lethal certainty. “I’ll give you every filthy thing you fantasize about, and I’ll claim every inch of you until there’s nothing left to hide behind.” **** He thought I was just a girl obsessed with dark fantasies… he had no idea I'd been planning his downfall for five years. Every step I took led me closer to him. Every choice I made was never a coincidence. And when I finally got the chance, I let him see me. Let him notice me. Let him believe I was just another girl drawn to his darkness. But nothing about this is accidental. Now I’m caught in something deeper than I planned. A game I thought I understood… but don’t. Because the closer I get to him, the harder it is to remember why I started. His touch lingers longer than it should. His presence feels… familiar in ways I can’t explain. And somewhere along the line, this stopped feeling like revenge. So what happens when the lines blur? When the person I’m supposed to destroy starts to feel like the only one who sees me? When truths begin to surface and nothing is as simple as I believed? And when everything I built my life on starts to fall apart? Will I still be the one in control?

George Sunther doesn't show up on the day we're supposed to get engaged. His family is nowhere to be seen either. Mom's and Dad's faces become increasingly darker as our relatives whisper disapprovingly. I'm about to contact George when I see a social media update from Winona Sunther, the Sunther family's adopted daughter. "From today onward, we're siblings and also spouses." A photo of her and George decked out in wedding attire while holding each other close is attached. Later, I find George, and he says guiltily, "Winnie is pregnant out of wedlock, and her boyfriend has made a run for it. I have to marry her first so that her reputation remains untainted. It's all so she can have the baby without any hitches." I'm stunned. The invitations for our wedding have already been sent out! George wraps an arm around my waist, his tone as gentle as always. "I'll marry you once the baby is born, okay? You're the only woman I'll call my wife, Mary. You have to trust me." I look into his eyes, which I had once loved with all my heart. My heart twists painfully. He's always like this. He always tells me I have to be more tolerant and magnanimous when it comes to Winona because she's his sister. I watch as he leaves in a hurry after answering a call from Winona. Then, I stop hesitating and call my parents. "Mom, is the Zowski family still up for a wedding?"

"Are you still afraid of me Medusa?" His deep voice send shivers down my spine like always. He's too close for me to ignore. Why is he doing this? He's not supposed to act this way. What the hell? Better to be straight forward Med! I gulped down the lump formed in my throat and spoke with my stern voice trying to be confident. "Yes, I'm scared of you, more than you can even imagine." All my confidence faded away within an instant as his soft chuckle replaced the silence. Jerking me forward into his arms he leaned forward to whisper into my ear. "I will kiss you, hug you and bang you so hard that you will only remember my name to sa-, moan. You will see me around a lot baby, get ready your therapy session to get rid off your fear starts now." He whispered in his deep husky voice and winked before leaving me alone dumbfounded. Is this how your death flirts with you to Fuck your life!? There's only one thing running through my mind. Lifting my head up in a swift motion and glaring at the sky, I yelled with all my strength. "FUC* YOU AUTHOR!" ~~~~~~~~~ What if you wished for transmigating into a Novel just for fun, and it turns out to be true. You transimigated but as a Villaness who died in the end. A death which is lonely, despicable and pathetic. Join the journey of Kiara who Mistakenly transmigates into a Novel. Will she succeed in surviving or will she die as per her fate in the book. This story is a pure fiction and is based on my own imagination.

“Kneel, Little thing,” he orders, his breath running down my neck. I find myself kneeling. It’s not like I have a choice. He’s going to hurt me if I don’t. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ll enjoy every bit of it. My core throbs, and my mouth water hungrily as he frees his cock from his briefs. “You want it, don’t you?” He fists himself and my eyes follow the movement. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs despite my position. The room is dark, and there’s no means of escape for me. Not that I want to. “Yes,” I whisper, my face coloring in shame. “Louder, Little thing. Don’t you hate me? Don’t you want to kill me—the man who killed your only brother?” He taunts. I don’t reply. The next moment, he grips my hair hard, and I gasp. “I want to.” I force myself to say. His face lifts up in a mocking smirk. “Good girl. Now, suck my cock like my pretty little toy.” He demands, slamming himself into my mouth and stealing my breath with one hard thrust. * Her life faces a brutal turn when a cruel Mafia Don breaks into her home, demanding the stash of diamonds that her brother supposedly stole. She tries to pick herself up and avenge her brother’s death, but falls instead into the trap Don Luca set for her. What is meant to be vengeance changes into something irresistible. Something dangerous. Something that might kill her if she gives in…

'"Tell me what you want, Amara,” Zane said, voice like silk over fire. His lips were a whisper from mine. I could feel the tension in his body. The restraint. The raw, maddening awareness. He dragged a finger down my cheek. “To be touched? Or to be remembered?” I stared at him. “Neither. I just want you gone.” “You don’t mean that,” he said, leaning in just a fraction closer. “I do,” I lied. His breath fanned my lips. His nose grazed mine. I felt every inch of my body coil, traitorous and trembling. I wanted him to kiss me. But it would be wrong. He was engaged to someone else.' *** He is the bridegroom. She is the wedding planner. He doesn’t seem to remember her. Or so he says. Five years ago, wedding planner Amara Ibe was madly in love with her fiancé, Zane Blackwood. Until she exposed a massive corruption scandal that was tied to Zane’s father’s company, to which Zane was the primary heir. Her whistleblower tip destroyed Zane’s career, or so she thought. Now Zane is back, bigger and better than ever, and about to marry someone else in the wedding of the century. The catch? Amara has been hired to plan the wedding. And Zane doesn’t seem to remember her. Behind the luxury wedding, perfect vows and Zane’s strangely elusive fiancée, nothing is what it seems. Everyone has secrets, and Amara gradually realizes that everything the couple sells out to the public is a lie. And loving this man could destroy her… again.

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 can hide from anyone—but not from the devil who owns you.” There are choices that make us and others that break us. For Alessia Rivera, her worst mistake became her only way out. Alessia Rivera's world came crashing down the night she found her fiancé with her best friend in bed. Trust has been broken, humiliation dumped on her, everything ripped apart. But her family was concerned about power, not her pain. The marriage between her and Damon was politics, not love, and if she refused to play along, they would let her father rot in jail. One desperate night, Alessia sought escape in the arms of a stranger. A mistake. A secret. A fire that should not have happened. But Dante Moretti is not a man you forget. He is danger wrapped in a tailored suit, the kind of man people fear to whisper about. Cold. Commanding. Obsessive. And weeks later, Alessia learns the truth that rip her world apart: she is pregnant…And Dante is the father of her unborn child and he is also the mysterious new partner of her family’s empire. Now she is trapped in a cruel game. Marry the man who betrayed her to protect her father, or confess the truth to the devil who already marked her as his. To Dante, he doesn’t care about vows, rings, or the lies she hides behind. He wants one thing—her. And he will burn her world to ashes to claim what belongs to him. Because to Dante, love is not tender. Love is possession. Love is war. And Alessia is the only one that can quench this fire. The question is, how does one resist the devil who already owns her soul?

Sold like a circus animal. Collared, forced into misery and self-hatred. With a single blow, she hopes to change her life, only to find herself trapped again. Ocean has no idea what freedom means, but she desires nothing more than a taste of it. The secrets hidden from her will unfold before her eyes, no one can escape the truth. ~~~ The book excerpt: "Here, I have a key to your heart," I left the key in my palm, metal, and skin together. I stumbled upon the ancient artwork in the locker rooms. It caught my attention because it resembles a dagger, so I took it and waited for the perfect opportunity. "Silly girl, that is not the key to my heart. Pathetic attempt." Vladimir growls in disgust. If I'm lucky, I'll be free by the end of the night. Taking the first step toward my destruction, I grin and move my hips in time with the slow music in the background. Vladimir swallows, his Adam's apple bobbles in his throat. The vampire's eyes focus on the crook of my neck as I stop directly in front of him. I place my palm on his chest, guide my fingertips down to his abdominal muscles, a corner of my lip twitches in disgust. When he closes his eyes, I take the opportunity to plunge the key directly into his heart, smiling as his eyes shoot open and he looks down at me in horror. "Are you still convinced I don't have the key to your heart?" I ask, grab him by the collar, and pull him closer. My lips nearly touch his ear as I whisper, "It fits."