Zombie Guys

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.

⚠️ WARNING: THIS IS NOT A SYNOPSIS. IT’S A HINT SPOILER. ⚠️ This is the Story of FOUR HUGE MEN. (And let’s be clear—this is NOT a Reverse Harem.) These guys aren't heroes. They are roles played on four shattered women who didn't see them coming. FIRST UP: STEVE HAYES. The Gym Guy. He didn’t just meet Freya—he claimed her. Owned her. And her daughter? Yeah, they’re his now too. Honestly, you’re going to end up pitying Freya’s ex… because Steve is a literal beast. THINK STEVE IS INTENSE? MEET DIESEL. The Biker. Diesel usually hates shedding blood, he’s got rules. But when it comes to Daisy? Forget the rules. He won't even think twice before painting the pavement red for her. THEN THERE'S NICO. Seriously, Nico is… just come and meet him. He’s a Tattoo Artist, and Phina only went to his studio for one thing: to erase her loser ex’s name from her hand. Guess what Nico told her while he had that needle to her skin? “You can erase him from your hand, but what about your heart? You don't need a cover-up, Phina. You need a real man to make you forget he ever touched you.” She slapped him across the face for that. Hard. GUESS WHO IS SWEATING ON NICO’S BED NOW ASKING FOR IT HARDER? AND FINALLY… LUCA. I’m not even going to say much. Just. Meet. Him. 4 MEN. 4 SHATTERED WOMEN. THEY WERE ALL TEMPTED TO RUIN. COME MEET THEM ALL AND DROP WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT EACH! AS YOU ARE ABOUT TO OPEN EACH CHAPTER, TELL ME WHO YOU CAN’T WAIT TO MEET. (I already picked my dream guy, actually... let's see if you pick the same one.)

IT'S A STORY ABOUT A RICH GIRL ANISHA D'SOUZA AND HER BODYGUARD MICHAEL ABEL. "Come show me what are you capable of ", Anisha D'Souza ordered attitudely moving her index finger indicating him to come closer to her. He obeyed silently with an emotionless face. "Take me in your embrace",She told him while doubting his masculine body which hid beneath his tight white shirt. He stood in front of her while rolling his long sleeves upto his elbows revealing prominent green veins. She couldn't help but intake a sharp breath finding his mere act hot but she masked her expressions quickly not wanting to admit. Because for her he is just a guard who is here to protect her ;when she pass out drunk , to accompany pubs for clearing crowds,to beat up the guys who lust her,to do anything to please her. He is nothing but her puppet. She is rude and he is humble. She treated him as puppet and he endured it with a brave smile. As the time passed she found herself attracting to him. She misunderstood him and insulted him infront of world but he took everything positively. That's when she got to know about his past life and realised her mistake, she apologized him and tried to lure him. She wants a relationship with him without out love but he only do it out of love. But she didn't know it wouldn't last forever. She wasn't aware of the evil plans of her destiny which eagerly waiting for her destruction. Will Michael save Anisha from her evil family? Will Anisha ever accept her feelings for him isn't lust but love ? To know further and also about three more amazing couple love stories (ANISHA'S FRIENDS) just peep in.

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

A month before the SATs, I, Jenny Reid, could see my score. Literally. It was just floating right above my head. But there was a catch. Every time I cracked open a prep book, my score would drop by ten points. But if I skipped a day of school? It jumped right back up by ten. So, I played the system. For a whole month, I barely lifted a finger. And on the day of the test, the number glowing over my head was a solid 1560. When the scores finally dropped online… I'd scored a 500. And the 1560? That was my little sister Patricia's score. My parents lost it. As punishment, they got me a grueling night-shift job at a local electronics factory. That first night, a bunch of guys I'd never seen before cornered me in the parking lot and beat me half to death. Fading in and out of consciousness, I heard my sister's voice right by my ear. "You just had to one-up me, didn't you? Thought you were so smart… but you never figured out I was the one controlling that number over your head." The truth hit me like a physical blow. The score had been her trick all along. I opened my eyes—and I was back. One month before the SATs. The number above my head read exactly 1300. "Hey," my sister said, all fake sweetness. "Want to study together tonight? We can go over the practice tests." I looked at the stack of papers in my own hands. Without a word, I pulled out my lighter and set them on fire right there in the driveway. "Exams are coming," I said, watching the flames. "I'm not studying." My score ticked up to 1310. My sister's face was this perfect mask of disappointment, but the second I turned away, I caught the sly smile she couldn't quite hide. She had no idea… the real performance, the one I'd been rehearsing just for her, was finally about to begin.

“Bakit sumunod kayo rito?" tanong n'ya sa mga kaibigan n'ya. “Nandito ang bagong misyon natin kaya pinapunta kami ni Boss dito." sagot ni Via sa kan'ya. "Sino?" tanong ko kay Via. “Ang pamilya Lazardo." sagot naman ni Fritzie. “The hell! Ang pamilya ni Franz,?" gulat kong tanong sa kanila. “Kilala mo ang mga Lazardo?" tanong naman ni Mau. “Guys, naalala ninyo iyong lalake na nakabangga ko sa Hongkong?" tanong ko sa kanila. “Anong kinalaman ng lalake na 'yon sa misyon natin?" tanong ulit ni Mau. “Puta naman oh! Ano question and answer portion ba ito ha Pia?" naiinip na tanong ni Cassy. “Ang nakabangga ko sa Hongkong na lalake at ang tinutukoy ninyo na pamilya Lazardo ay related sa isa't-isa. Siya lang naman ang panganay na anak nina tita Victoria at tito Mauro." mahabang paliwanag ko sa kanila. “So iyong lalake na tinutukoy mo ang mas dilikado ang buhay dahil s'ya ang tagapagmana ng isang Mafia Boss." sabat ni Via sa usapan. “What the hell!? Ibig sabihin si tito Mauro ay isang Mafia Boss! Kaya pala no'ng kaarawan ni tita Vicky ay may nagtangka sa buhay nila, mabuti nalang at matalas ang pakiramdam ko kaya nakita ko 'agad ang tatlong lalake na balak sanang maglagay ng lason sa mga baso ng mga Lazardo," mahaba kong paliwanag sa kanila. “Pero ang pinaka punterya nila ay iyong lalake dahil s'ya ang tagapagmana sa lahat kaya mas dilikado ang buhay n'ya." saad ni Mau. “Kaya lumapit ang mag-asawa kay Boss upang humingi ng tulong para maproteksyonan ang mga anak nila." sabi naman ni Via. "At nabalitaan namin na may mga ibang grupo na ang 'andito sa probinsya kaya kami napasugod 'agad." dagdag pa ni Via. Paano pagnalaman ni Franz na ang babaeng nasa likod ng maskara at ang babaeng pinakamamahal n'ya ay iisa?