WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! Celeste Barlowe had lived in the dark for a decade since her father died in a car accident. Her father treated her like a princess while he was alive, but once he died, she was treated like a rug. Not until she met Elias Turner, the man everyone fears for his uncommon green eyes and what he's capable of. She doesn't realize, however, that the man has many secrets besides his frightening emerald eyes. He's a monster. But that doesn't take away from the fact that he was the one who saved her. Celeste lives with Elias and has no idea she'd fall in love with him until she discovers his greatest secret, which has something to do with her. *** Excerpt: "N-No... I didn't do anything." "I will f**king kill you, woman! I've been so tired of your stupidity. I told you not to talk to strangers-" "P-Please, don't hurt me. My... My body is still aching-" "Shut up!" his voice roared inside the room as he lifted my collar, pulling me near him. "Are you still gonna lie? I saw you talk to that man-" "I... I didn't say anything," I managed to reply amidst my fear. And at this moment, I knew he would play and punish me again.
CELESTE
Would God forgive me if I planned to kill those demons who made my life miserable?
"Celeste!"
I clutched my blouse and wiped my tears away. My hands started to tremble; my heart started to thump fast. I don't want to hear that voice because I know he will beat me again.
"Celeste!"
I hugged my legs as I buried myself in the corner of my small room. I covered my ears with my palms to shut the voice that echoed inside my head.
"No...." I mumbled. My chest started to tighten as my heart seemed wrapped with barbed.
I curled my toes, and the door burst open at this moment, leaving a loud bang as it hit the wall.
"Fuck it!"
I close my eyes and don't want to see him. Not this time. I'm tired-my body wanted to give up.
'Don't open your eyes,' I whispered.
I screamed at the top of my lungs when I felt his grip on my arms. 'No matter what happens, don't open your eyes,' I thought.
My lips twitched when I could feel the familiar pain that lingered in me.
"How often do I have to tell you that you need to answer me when I call your name!" his stern voice pierced into mine, weakening my body.
'Don't open your eyes,' I repeated to myself.
However, his grip gets tighter, making me whimper in pain.
"Open your fucking eyes-"
"P-Please..." my voice faded.
"If you don't open your eyes, I will fuck you hard as hell!"
Upon hearing it, I opened my eyes and met his dark orbs, filled with lust and anger. My body began to shake fiercely.
"P-Please... I need to rest-"
"It's just two in the afternoon, bitch!" He uttered and threw me on my small bed as if I were just a sack of rice.
I gasped and searched for more space when my back met the headboard. When I noticed him smirking, my fear became more evident.
As the hem of my dress began to lift, his gaze was drawn to my exposed legs.
"You're gorgeous, Celeste." He walked closer to me as his gaze roamed around my body. He wet his lips as if he saw delicious meat.
"N-Noah..."
Noah's smile grew wider, and in just a blink of an eye, he reached for my legs and started to caress my left, making me shiver in fear and disgust. I pushed away his hand, and I angered him even more. I felt his palm land on my cheek one moment, making me whimper in pain.
"How dare you!"
"P-Please... I need to rest-"
"Part your legs!" he shouted, and I winced when I felt the droplets of his disgusting saliva on my face.
Enduring the pain from his slap earlier, I did part my legs because he would do worse on me if I hesitated.
Shaking in fear, I managed to part my legs. "I... I'm begging-"
"Shut up!" he cut off the hum through my words.
I saw his eyes glimmer when he saw the part he loved playing with.
"Mom and Liza are not home. So, I can freely do whatever I want to your pussy," he asserted, wearing his lusty tone. "And I can't wait for the time to thrust my cock inside your pinkish pussy," he added.
I can endure the pain when Noah slaps me, but my body gets weaker when he's talking like a hungry demon who wants a taste of my flesh.
"Brother-"
"I am not your fucking brother!" he shouted and pierced his icy gaze on me.
"You are..." I twitched my lips when he crumpled the skin on my left leg, "my brother," I added.
Noah formed a sly smirk on his lips. "You're giving me more reason to beat the hell out of you," he said, gritting his teeth.
His hands grabbed the garter of my underwear and pulled it down, exposing my mound.
"Fuck! Don't you hear it?" He looked at me with his devilish smile. "Your goddamn pussy is inviting me," he said and laughed thunderously.
I was about to close my legs when he stopped me. "You're really great at boosting my anger, huh? Don't worry, my Celeste...."
His voice made me shiver.
I don't know what to do anymore. I tried my best to escape from this hell, but they always caught me.
I screamed when Noah pulled me down, laying me on my modest bed. And I know what will happen next.
"N-Noah-"
"Just shut up!" he asserted and grabbed my two hands, pinned them above my head as he sat on my side, and rubbed his thumb on my clit.
I always expect this.
Noah always treats me like a toy. If I dared to move, I would receive a hard slap or a punch in my stomach.
I clenched my jaw. The familiar feeling and pain registered to me once again. And I can't help to feel disgusted with myself.
"Fuck it! Moan!" he shouted even if I was in front of him.
But instead of doing what he wanted, I spit directly into his face.
"Fuck!" he cursed even louder and stopped rubbing my clit. "You bitch-"
"What are you doing, Noah?"
The voice from a distance stopped Noah's hand from landing on my face. My tears streamed down. I breathe rapidly.
"Liza," he muttered.
I could sense the shock in Noah's voice.
"I thought-"
"Didn't I tell you to stop touching Celeste's pussy a week ago? You promised me! Torture is torture! But I am your fiancé!" Liza's angry voice roared inside the room.
Another demon showed up. I closed my eyes when Noah closed my legs and pulled down the hem of my dress.
"I... I can explain-"
"You promised-"
"I know. I know, babe-"
"Shut the fuck up. Now, I want you to fuck me in front of Celeste," Liza demanded.
I don't know how to react, I wanted to laugh, but the pain was way heavier than their idiotic and demonic demeanor.
"Hey you, bitch! Open your eyes!" Liza uttered as she stepped near me. She smirked when I met her gaze.
I gritted my teeth when she started to remove her clothes.
"Don't you dare close your eyes, or else you will get fifty whips from me," she warned.
"Babe... let's do it some other time-"
"Shut up! You broke your promise," Liza said as she turned to her fiancé.
But curse them as they can do wicked things. If my evil stepmother is here, I'm sure she will get delighted seeing these two fuck each other in front of me.
"Who's more beautiful? Celeste or me?" Liza, the psycho, asked her fiancé, and I saw how Noah smirked, and what he replied made me puke.
"Of course, you," he replied, reaching for Liza's boobs.
I was about to turn away when Liza reached for my jaw, making me wince because her grasp tightened. "Watch!"
"I'll never accept you as my Luna! You're nothing but a worthless slut!" Instead of allowing the Alpha King's hurtful words to affect her, Fia brushes them off. If he doesn't want her, then fine. She has more important things to focus on and take care of. She doesn't need any more chaos in her life. If it's just another source of pain, she'll learn to accept it. The Alpha King may have used and rejected her, trying to amplify her pain, but Fia refuses to let that define her. She has been through enough and doesn't want anyone else to uncover her vulnerabilities. They should leave her life, as anyone has the potential to hurt her deeply. However, the Alpha's sudden change of heart surprises Fia. He decides not to release her, finding pleasure in controlling her. He has many ways to manipulate her and keep her under his influence. He will pleasure her intensely, making her moan with satisfaction. He will ensure she craves more as he leaves his mark on her.
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT! In two months, Athena Cromwell and Greg Homan have decided to start a game together. At first, they get along well, but when the arrangement is about to end, strange things happen. They unexpectedly fell in love with each other. However, for Greg, as one of the leaders of a dangerous organization, becoming involved with love is a weakness that could cost him. Are they willing to fight for their love?
After three years of marriage, Blake and Avery face difficult occurrences that will measure how strong their love for each other is. Will Blake ever have his possession until the end? --- Excerpt: “How much did he give you?” "One million in three months," Avery replied. "All right, Avery Foster. Since you're willing to lower yourself to such a low level, I will double the price to have you." Blake laughed sarcastically and threw her onto the sofa. "Blake, what the fuck are you doing? Let me go!” Blake smirked and kissed her right earlobe. "Avery, this is only the beginning."
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+/BDSM/Emotional Distress Hera's desire to marry the apple of her eye ends in disaster. She felt obliged to do whatever it took to please Achilles, even if it meant sacrificing her body and life. She never thought that doing that favor would put her life in the grave. Even though she poured her everything, it wasn't enough for her to tame the beast inside him. Will she give up or continue taming him?
Trigger Warning: Slavery, Emotional distress! - Emily was a slave for her pack for years and was ultimately expelled from it. A once-famous princess, the daughter of an Alpha, will travel to the East to serve the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack. Emily's expulsion from her family made her even more resilient, as she realized that crying and pleading would accomplish nothing. Her life becomes more complicated for a reason the Moon Goddess had foreseen the moment she stepped onto the Blue Moon pack. However, this does not prevent her love for Drake Bailey, the Alpha King, from intensifying.
Trigger Warning: Emotional distress! - Ivy Morgan deeply fell in love with the business tycoon Wyatt Reed. Bound by a life debt, Wyatt married her. However, as the years passed, Wyatt never treated her as his wife. He only uses her. Knowing this, Ivy gave up that love she once felt and filed for a divorce. After the divorce, Wyatt regrets everything he had done in the past and realized how much he loves Ivy, making him coax her whatever it takes. Will Ivy acknowledge the billionaire’s regret?
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!