Zodiac Spirit Animal

Vincenzo doesn't forgive. He doesn't forget. And he never, ever loses. When you spill Mancini blood, payment comes due—with interest. Stacy Salvatore should have been an easy target. The daughter of the man who slaughtered his mother and tried to burn his family empire to ash. His perfect revenge, gift-wrapped and delivered to his doorstep. He had it all planned out: take everything from her, break her spirit, and kill her. What he didn't plan for was her backbone of steel and eyes that burn with the same ruthless determination as his own. She's no cowering captive. She's a storm wrapped in human skin, fighting him with every breath, challenging the code he's lived by since childhood. With each clash between them, the lines blur. Enemy. Obsession. Addiction. Her defiance becomes the only thing that makes him feel alive, and the vengeance he's chased for years might just start tasting like ash in his mouth. But blood debt must be paid. In full.

When men become murderers... See how these young men will fight fate. “Strange Noises in the Attic” There was a monster locked up in my attic. This monster was my biological brother. He was locked up by my parents for 24 years. My parents told me that my brother was mentally ill and had severely violent tendencies, so he could only be locked up to prevent him from hurting others. However, I once accidentally entered the room. My brother covered my mouth immediately and told me with a fearful look that those two people were not my real parents. “The Spirit House” When I was in college, I met a middle-aged rich woman on social media. She was very kind to me. She always gave me money and intimately called me "little boy". She said that she was born and raised in the countryside just like me. She liked me, and thus she would lead me to fortune after I graduated. I thought she was joking. However, she really came to me in a Porsche Cayenne when I graduated.

ღ꧁ღ╭⊱ꕥ Maria Isabel Monedero fantasized about being like Shakespeare. She devoted her all life to writing romance tragedy stories. She joined many writing competitions but never won. She almost gives up her spirit, but her bubbly personality doesn’t. Until the day she graduated college. Then, Maria Isabel Monedero, known as Mimo as her pseudo name, joined Story & Life publishing incorporation to work as a creative novelist. She got admitted, and many editors demanded that she be in their lineup. Unfortunately, before she gets to designate a team, she must undergo provision training within six months. Then, finally, the publisher assigns her a personal editor named Jaime Tejedor, who claims to be a hopeless romantic. He dislikes tragedy romance stories, which is Mimo’s best field in writing. He rejected Mimo’s works twice, and she only has the last chance to stick around. If she ever gets rejected again, it’s the edge of her career. For her to evade that… She plots to seduce her editor to approve her work. Will she succeed? Or fall entirely to his charm? ꕥ⊱╮ღ꧂ღ

In the moonlit forest, the Alpha and Alora engaged in a secret, passionate dance away from prying eyes and their pack's demands. A deep voice filled with desire rumbled like thunder in the night. "To me, you are the passion that flows through my veins, the intense desire that drives me. I long to have you, Alora, with an insatiable desire." She silently invited him with parted lips, her sultry gaze fixed on him. "You're the storm that ignites my senses. Your touches and kisses fuel my fantasies," she said in a seductive voice. In a world of forbidden love and thrilling action, Alora finds herself in a heart-pounding love triangle while seeking justice for her sister's tragic death. She's torn between mysterious Alpha Cassian and Lucien, her soulmate from a rival pack, and her choices either unite or divide the werewolf packs. As their enemy Orion seeks revenge, her journey reveals a world of mysteries. Ultimately, the conflict demonstrates that even the most chilling secrets can't withstand the destructive power of love, as affection, loyalty, and her unwavering spirit take center stage.

In a world of wealth, power, and family feuds, Shay Falcon fights to break free from the shadows of her billionaire dynasty. The youngest daughter of the renowned Falcon Group's CEO, her life is a blend of neglect, sibling rivalry, and the suffocating pressure to conform. But beneath her fragile facade, Shay craves independence and forges a secret path as a secretary at the illustrious C&E Holdings, a company owned by her family's bitter rivals. Just when Shay believes she has found solace in her hidden sanctuary, fate intervenes, thrusting her into a tumultuous whirlwind. The enigmatic Jason Cartwright and the charismatic Chase Evans, the powerful bosses of C&E Holdings, uncover Shay's clandestine identity. Their shocking discovery sets in motion a chain of events that will shatter the fragile facade of her life. In the heart of the cutthroat corporate battlefield, where power is a weapon and loyalty a luxury, Shay Falcon's life becomes a gripping tale of survival and redemption. Can she transcend her tainted lineage and reshape her destiny, or will the weight of her family's legacy consume her? Prepare to be captivated by a story where ambition collides with fate, and the untamed spirit of a young woman defies all odds.

Sadia avait du mal à ouvrir les paupières, au prix d'un effort, qui lui paru sur humain elle parvint enfin à les ouvrir. Elle ne reconnaissait pas l'endroit où elle se trouvait. La douleur qu'elle ressentait au niveau de la tête l'empêchait de réfléchir. - Mais où suis je ? -Mauvaise question chaton. S'exclama une voix d'homme rocailleuse et grave. Tu devrais te demander plutôt ce qui t'attend. Elle tourna la tête pour voir d'où venait la voix, mais l'obscurité de la pièce l'empêchait de discerner quoi que se soit. - Je vais éclairer ta lanterne. Tu es ici pour servir, obéir et te soumettre au moindre caprice de sa majesté. Nous avons débourser une petite fortune pour t'acheter. Alors on ne saurait toléré le moindre écart de conduite. Sache qu'ici ta vie ne vaut pas plus que celle d'un chien de rue. Tu es une esclave! Finit elle par dire d'une voix pleine de méchanceté et d'aigreur. - Mais... Euh... C'est... Absurde. Je ne suis pas un animal, ni un objet, on n'achète pas un être humain. S'exclama t'elle révolté. -Et pourtant on t'a purement et simplement acheté. Tu devrais nous en être reconnaissant d'ailleurs. dit il d'une voix pleine de cynisme, avant de s'en aller!

★Be careful who you trust. Because, even your bestfriend can also become your greatest enemy★ Don't come close to me !" I yelled on top of my lungs, taking two step backwards. My gaze fixated on his hand, dripping with blood. He had just cut off a man's hands like it meant nothing. What kind of human is he? No! No! No! He is no human, he is an animal. A bloody filthy animal. "I won't hurt you, baby girl." He took a couple of step towards me and I kept moving backwards, until my rear back collided with the wall, trapping me with him. I whimpered in fear. Unable to utter a single word as his bloodied hand caressed my chin. Somebody please save me! I cried inwardly. "You're so fucking beautiful." He complimented me but I returned the favor by spitting on his face. "And you're an animal!" I retorted. He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips. -----★----★----★----★---- Janie's father took her to a big mansion under the guise of going there to borrow money for her tuition fee. Unknown to her, he was going to sell her to the ruthless and dangerous mafia king, Luciano Pavarotti. The man whom she trusted all her life wasn't really who she thought he was. Her father just betrayed her! what happens after Janie suffers that betrayal from her father? How will she cope living with the most dangerous person on Earth as his possession?

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, coldly. I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway. He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash. My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, heart racing. He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll. “Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked. “Hers?” He leaned in. His jaw clenched. “Your twin sister,” he said. “I wanted her. Not you.” His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me. “I should be with her,” he added cruelly. “Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead. —------------- Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest. What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care. He wanted her to be his surrogate. Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?

Completely frozen and horrified, her watery eyes were staring at that bleeding dead body in front of her. She couldn't just believe he had just killed someone in front of her so brutally, just because she dared to talk to that person and not any person, but his own wife's brother. "Now, you will forever remember…never to get closer to any other man," she heard him whispering those words in her ear. His blood stained hands gripped her waist more firmly which made her finally look at him. "He was your wife's brother. H..he was your family," she stuttered, disgusted by this brutal monster on whose embrace she was captured now. A feral smirk ghosted on his face. "You needed to think about this before getting closer to him," he brought his face closer to her. Her glossy eyes filled with more disgust, hatred and anger for this barbaric animal before her. "You shouldn't have forgotten that…." Sensually grazing his lips against hers, he peered into her watery eyes. "You are my possession," his words made her fists her palms, especially when she felt his hand opening the zip of her gown. He would again taint her by claiming her body as his. "I am your sole possessor, cara mia," he grinned, sadistically before completely undoing her gown's zipper. She just helplessly stood in his embrace. "Now be a good girl and let me have you again…." hotly murmuring that, he captured her mouth in his and freed her from her clothes and she was not capable of doing anything to stop that sinner from committing that sin with her again because she was…..HIS SINFUL POSSESSION……. Why was she committing that sin of letting a married man have his sinful possession over her? Read to find out…

"I would do anything to have you back, even if it means fighting the Gods" Armando Russo, a name that struck fear into the hearts of many who crossed his path. He strode into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, his sharp Italian-cut suit exuding power and authority. His dark, piercing eyes were windows into a calculating mind, a mind that had made him a force to be reckoned with in the world of business and beyond. Weakness? He had none. Until she came into his life- the daughter of his business rival whom he despises the most. Aurora Vero, a name that conjured a different kind of aura in the world of high-profile events. She entered any room with a grace that was both captivating and commanding. Dressed in elegant couture, she wore her status as a badge of honour, but it was her charisma that truly set her apart. With a smile that could light up the darkest corners of a room, she exuded a warmth that belied the fierce spirit within. What happens when such two different personalities are forced to tie a knot? Will Armando accept Aurora as his wife or keep his resentment towards her forever ?