Zipped Mouth

I looked at my fiancee and saw the corner of his lips, curved, and there was satisfaction in his eyes that couldn't be hidden after he had managed to push me off the cliff, letting the pack of rogues feast on me. Why? I badly wanted to open my mouth to ask him why he did this to me, but I couldn't muster the courage to ask him. It wasn't because I couldn't, rather I was afraid of hearing the cruelest words from the mouth of someone whom I loved. ~•~ Dahlia Hail was kicked out of her pack for a crime she did not commit. She became a rogue the moment she left the pack. In the forest, she happened to meet a man. They became partners in life as time passed. However, it didn't last long. Dahlia was betrayed by the man she loved. She was discarded by the man who threw her in the pit of rogue hunters, leading Dahlia to die at their hands. She thought her life was over, but the universe blessed her and gave her a second chance. In her second life, she dedicated herself to exacting her revenge, only to discover that the script was changing due to the butterfly effect. How come Kaleid became her Professor and started to approach her with the identity as her mate?

His hands held me in place as he gently lowered his head. His mouth was only a breath away from mine. I breathed in shakily. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered hoarsely as his lips slightly grazed my mouth. “Tell me to stop, Amelia.” I couldn't. My lips failed to move as I stood there, eager to taste his essence, even if it was for one night. Even if he wasn't aware of who I was. **** Amelia Fray, a small-town girl moves to the bubbling city of New York to provide for her mother and little sister. Instead, she finds herself in a precarious situation and at the mercy of Alexander Smith, the heir to one of the biggest conglomerates in New York. To protect herself, she signs a marriage contract with him. Despite her disastrous past relationship, she opens her heart to Alexander, hoping her love will be reciprocated. In their marriage, Amelia is forced to battle with Alexander’s past and present. Will she be willing to risk it all for him? Knowing that her love may never be requited? What happens when he becomes her nightmare?

“Why do you love talking so much?” I demanded with a scowl. “Because I want you to clearly remember that you’re about to get nasty with a man.” He answered as he grazed his lips lightly against my jaw, a feathery motion which made me shiver slightly in response. I opened my mouth to say something in reply but he jerked my mouth against his fast, stopping whatever I was about to say with a kiss. ****** After unknowingly getting dragged into a dangerous mess and being on the run with a man who has a death penalty threat hanging over his head, two things out of five were very clear to Mark. One, his straight ass wasn’t as straight as he used to think. Two, he was ridiculously falling for the ‘number-one’ most wanted person in more than five countries. Recklessly, unhinged. The fact that he had a girlfriend back at home was the last thing on his mind. It was a very reckless and emotion filled adventure for both men, where one had to prove his innocence to the world or forever be on the run until whenever he got caught. While the other one has to throw caution to the wind for the first time, grow past his fears and beliefs and go for what his heart wants, despite how wrong it feels.

"You whore!" A masculine voice. "You philanderer!" A feminine voice. "I'll kill you in this house!" He bellowed as he charged straight to the woman and started beating her up. The little boy stood at the door and watched his parents go about their daily routine, tears spilled from his eyes. He stood in the shadows, just watching and crying. If he speaks out loud, they'll remember him and his father will beat him also. No one remembers him. Not unless they want to beat him too. Then he saw the blow, heard the awful sound. The blow that made a difference. The blow that made that day stand out from every other day. His mom stopped screaming, she laid there on the floor, staring into nothingness. Dead. "Gia." His dad paused mid-beating. No answer. "Gianna!" He patted her white arms turned red from being beaten. Terror filled the little boy's system, a sound escaped his mouth, drawing the man's attention. "Oops. I've forgotten about you." He said to the little boy. "Mom's dead..." The little boy said in a tiny voice. The man looked down at the lifeless white woman, "Seems like it." He looked at the boy with an eye filled with menace. "You'll pretend you didn't see a thing. You'll......" The siren rang outside. The police had arrived. A neighbour had alerted them when he heard the noise. He watched as the policemen pointed their guns at his father. He watched as they took his father away. He remained hidden, his blue eyes returning to the woman who laid on the floor, with eyes as blue as his. She was staring right at him. Finally, she sees him. Only in death, did she really see him. Something died in that little boy that day. Replaced with bitterness.

Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.

“Afraid now, hmmm?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow. There was a mockery on his, oh so manly and deliciously curved red lips. “No, don't touch me! Remove your filthy hands from me or I will sue you!” she said frantically but all she received as a reply was his laughter. “What kind of crime am I committing now, my pretty soon-to-be stepmom? Tell me.” His voice was as sexy as hell and his lips were just an inch away from her lips. “Err, harassment,” she almost choke with her own saliva as she said so. Her mind was starting to deprive her of good reasons. “Harassment? Haha. No, my dear. There is no harassment for two consenting adults enjoying each other's arms and…” he did not finish his statement as his lips already claimed her lips which were open at the moment, in an attempt to retort to him. Dianthe was shocked to feel his lips graze hers and his tongue inside her mouth exploring therein taking all her sweetness. Just like before, her heart tumbled and her knees weakened, and automatically her arms encircled his neck as support. When his kiss deepened and became more aggressive, Dianthe could not deny anymore that his charm once more captured her innocent heart and her body could not deny the same.

A moan of pure pleasure escapes my mouth and he nips my lower lip, sending shock waves through my body. Pushing me onto my back, he continues to devour me - nipping at the skin along my neck and running his hand over the fabric covering my breasts. Heat builds up between my legs as I feel him harden against my thigh. I bite my lower lip and instinctively raise my hips against him. He moans and takes my face in his large hands. "Look at me. If we continue any further I'm not going to be able to stop myself. If we mate I will mark you and you'll be mine forever." He says slowly, the words penetrating the fog clouding my brain. "Is this what you want?" My body screams yes, but my mind forces me to be rational. "Not yet, eventually but not yet." I admit, running my hands through his hair. He sighs, disappointment evident before he rests his head on my chest. "I don't want you to get hurt by our matebond." I eventually say. "What do you mean?" He asks. I lift his hand and place it on my thigh, letting his fingers brush against the scars. "Kane told me that when you're mated, you feel everything your mate feels… I don't want that. I don't want you to feel if I die. " *** Natalia has spent the last ten years living in isolation, scarred from witnessing the massacre of her parents, she believes that the mate bond and love are a weakness she never wants to experience - even when confronted with her very own mate. Unfortunately for her, Liam, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack has no plan on letting her go. Will succumbing to him save her, or will it be her ultimate doom?

"In the presence of the Moon Goddess and all members of the Pack, I, Damian, Alpha of Silvermoon Pack, officially reject Seraphina as my mate!” On the day of my Mating Ceremony when I was twenty, my childhood Alpha and Fated Mate, Damian, brought back an unfamiliar female werewolf, Vivian. He claimed that on the Night of Souls, the silhouette of the Fated Soul he had seen was hers, not mine. “Vivian has told me everything. You gave me a Hallucination Potion to make me believe my Fated Mate was you. Now, it’s time to correct that mistake!” The moment the words left his mouth, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. Pain ripped through my whole body. Our Mate Bond splintered, inch by inch. I dropped to my knees, blood trickling from the corner of my lips as I clutched my chest. My other childhood friend and also the pack’s Beta, Ethan, just watched coldly. “There was never a Mate Bond between you and Damian. Enough with your pitiful act! The more you do this, the more we’ll despise you.” The mate I loved most, and the friend I trusted the most, teamed up to rub my nose in the dirt in front of everyone. Their words were like knives, gutting me open bit by bit. Staggering, I turned and fled from the pack. Once, it was a place that held all my happiness. Now, there was only coldness and betrayal. None of them cared, convinced I was just throwing a tantrum and would come crawling back sooner or later. It wasn’t until weeks later that they learned I had begun the Healer’s closed-door training. All ties must be severed, and complete solitude was required. I wasn't allowed to return for ten years. That was the moment they finally fell apart.

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

A soft gasp escaped her lips when Tobias’ hand slipped into her gown and caught one breast. She tried her best to suppress her emotions but her eyes just involuntarily shut due to a pleasurable sensation brought by his warm touch. She blinked her eyes open when he detached his hand from her breast. Tobias distanced himself from her, however, the rage in his eyes was still there as he watched her. “I almost forgot. You told me a few years back, only I can touch you unless I pay you.” Minah's brows furrowed, her eyes fixed on him. Tobias pulled himself away from her, composing himself before he took his wallet out of his pocket. He then pulled out some paper bills and threw them on her. Her eyes darted to the money that he tossed right in front of her. Six violet-colored paper bills. Her mouth was left agape. Six hundred pesos! Minah could feel her blood rushing to her face as insult, rage, and humiliation stirred inside her. She lifted her face once again and threw daggers at Tobias. “I am no whore, you son of a bitch!” His expression grew ominous. “You are filthier than a whore, Damara,” he said firmly, his voice sounding displeased.