According to the blowing wind, that man is dangerous. "Who are you, actually?" The eyes of a girl seem focused on one point. She stays silent, waiting for an explanation, while one of her hands clenches. The figure continues to bow, trying not to respond to the questioning gaze directed at him. But the corner of his lips slowly lifts, revealing a terrifying smile that can freeze anyone in their tracks. "Now, you belong to me."
BUGH
The girl grimaced as she wiped the sticky red fluid from the corner of her lips. Her sharp eyes surveyed dozens of people lying unfortunate on the asphalt, along with one who had just received a raw beating from her.
Slowly, her long legs walked toward the concrete barrier at the roadside. Her limping gait, a result of being struck by a large piece of wood, annoyed her.
"Damn it," she muttered, closing her eyes briefly before landing on the concrete. Her hazel eyes then shifted to the clear sky. The sun's rays struck her face, and sweat dripped from the girl's temples.
Her jaw tightened as the sweat hit a small cut on her cheek. She was certain that part must be turning purplish now. The bruise caused by a stout person earlier had left her face in this state.
The girl straightened her legs, closed her eyes to endure the pain in her left leg. She pulled up the jeans she was wearing, revealing a bruise on her shin.
"Damn," she whispered, roughly tugging at her hair. It seemed like her life might be in serious danger in a few moments.
With an anxious face, she looked up as if searching for something. Her attention then focused on one point.
Her hand clenched, accompanied by a frustrated sigh escaping her mouth.
"Damn, ambushed?" she mused, instantly changing her expression to a flat one. Then, she turned to look at each person lying helpless not far from her.
"If I knew this, I would have killed the damn guy earlier."
"Are you sure you want to kill them?" Another voice retorted, and the girl turned to the source of the sound.
The girl sighed, intending to unleash a string of curses, but her voice was choked in her throat. It ended with just closing her eyes, fists clenched.
"Deska, Deska, you're really a hassle," the voice of the known male said.
Deska then glared irritably at the man behind her.
"Late, Jo. You're late. It's all your fault, such a bother," Deska ended with a frustrated hiss.
The escalating tension prompted Deska to take off her denim jacket, leaving only a short-sleeved black shirt.
"You're strong, huh? Beating up twenty people like that," the man commented, diverting his attention to the pitiful humans lying on the asphalt.
"Annoying, they ruined my skateboard," Deska said, gazing sadly at the rectangular wheeled object now split in two. "I should have killed them."
"Not gonna happen," the man replied quickly, redirecting his attention to Deska. "You'll be a wanted person and risk not being considered your parents' child."
"Oh, really?" Deska retorted dismissively.
The girl stood up, hanging her jacket over her shoulder. She faced the man named Jonathan Samuel Rilichof in front of her.
"Jo, Jo, they're too reckless if they did that. And too cheesy," Deska said, ending with a cynical smile.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, still observing the girl in front of him.
While Deska took a crouching position, lowering her jeans on the left side and fixing the slightly messy shoe lace.
"Ah, remember my principle?" Deska asked without diverting her attention from the knot in her hands.
Jonathan seemed unmoved. He then turned his gaze to the dozens of people lying unfortunate in front of him.
"Swipe a bit, hit them hard."
Deska rose with a curved smile on her lips. She patted Jonathan's shoulder proudly.
"Not wrong to be friends with you."
Jonathan brushed off Deska's hand emotionlessly.
"Lame," he muttered.
Deska crossed her arms. The girl stared intently at Jonathan.
"Jo, Jo, this is all your fault," she asserted.
Jonathan's face looked weary; he hated every time he encountered this situation.
"Because you were late, they wrecked my skateboard, Jo," Deska continued. Jonathan knew exactly what the girl meant.
"So before I kill someone, you better-"
"Yeah, I'll replace it later," he said lazily.
Deska instantly changed her facial expression. She smiled broadly, seeing Jonathan's very insincere expression. According to her, moments like these made her mood better.
"Okay, then take me home," Deska concluded, walking past Jonathan. He looked puzzled, glancing briefly at the watch on his wrist.
"Home? You want to get beaten?"
Deska's steps came to a halt. She turned to look at Jonathan with an unfriendly expression.
"Yeah, what's it to you? You want me to go back to that boring school? No way!"
Jonathan shook his head slightly, observing Deska's bad habit. Skipping classes. He couldn't count how many times this semester she had left school without permission. Deska's behavior was truly troublesome. Just two days ago, she had gotten into a brawl with a senior, and Jonathan felt the winds of impending doom about to strike Deska.
"You're asking for trouble, Des," mumbled Jonathan, who didn't want to talk much.
"What are you waiting for? Come on, I want to go home and relax," she snapped impatiently.
Jonathan nodded and followed the girl from behind. He glanced at Deska's left leg; she could walk normally now.
"How many lives do you actually have?" Jonathan wondered.
This girl was a bit different, her erratic behavior making everyone shake their heads at her antics.
"You're crazy. School isn't that far from here, and you're so slow to come," Deska complained when they reached the area where Jonathan's motorcycle was parked.
He grabbed a helmet and placed it on Deska's head. He remained silent despite the protests she directed at him.
"Hey, can't you hear me? Don't try to talk to a wall," she grumbled.
Jonathan sighed. His ears were getting hotter, listening to her rant.
"Do you think I'm like you? Leaving school without permission? No way!" Jonathan retorted. He then got on the motorcycle, ignoring Deska, who continued to curse him.
Women are always right.
"Are you getting on or not? I'll leave you here," Jonathan said, feeling that his life was becoming more complicated with her around.
With a reluctant attitude, she finally got on the motorcycle. Despite that, Deska really wanted to throw a raw punch at Jonathan's face, adding to her growing frustration.
"Lucky I'm not in the mood for punching people; otherwise, I would make sure you go home with a bruised face, Jo," mumbled Deska.
"Shut up."
Jonathan's motorcycle slowly started to move, leaving the area where the girl had skipped school.
"Thanks, Jo. I'll buy you a martabak sometime," Deska said as she got off Jonathan's motorcycle, handing him back the helmet.
"No need," he replied, grabbing the helmet from Deska's hand.
"Wow, so arrogant. This is the first time I've met someone who rejects free stuff," Deska scoffed.
"Whatever," Jonathan said with an indifferent face. Deska knew very well that he was fed up with her.
"I'm going back," she continued while starting the motorcycle's engine.
Deska crossed her arms, feeling a sudden suspicion about Jonathan.
"Where to?"
Jonathan turned, and for a moment, the two were in silence with the sound of the motorcycle engine accompanying them.
"To headquarters."
Deska sighed; her suspicion was correct.
"It's been a month, Des. You haven't been to the headquarters. The guys have been looking for you," Jonathan explained.
Deska just maintained a poker face, staring intently at Jonathan's face covered by the helmet.
"Two days ago, our headquarters was attacked by infiltrators. Emilo, Ernest, Kay, they had to be taken to the hospital because their heads were hit by blunt objects."
Quietly, Deska's fist clenched behind her. She channeled the sudden surge of emotion.
"Too many things have happened. We even got caught off guard by a new enemy. ELMINO, our big enemy."
To be continued...
Up until now, Alyssa has no idea why Brent married her. Clearly, she accepted the marriage proposal not out of love, but the man suddenly came to her house, met with her parents, and directly asked for her hand in marriage. Everything just went along, and now Alyssa feels exhausted with the marriage. Will Alyssa stay in their marriage?
"I want to divorce!" No one expected it, Alyssa and Brent ended up getting married. Pressure from many sides, broken hearts, and family reputations were reasons for them to accept the difficult request. Adding to the confusion, one years later Alyssa filed for divorce from Brent. So, how can a relationship without love from the start survive living under the same roof?
He is deeply obsessed with his girl. He is determined to do anything to win her heart. "I really want to possess her, kiss her, lick her, make her moan beneath me, and have her say my name. She belongs to me."
"I want to break up!" Rakan's jaw tightened, his heart shattered. No matter how hard he tried to endure the pain, he couldn't bear it like this. Rakan hadn't accepted it yet, and unfortunately, Rea forced him to let go. His mouth felt heavy. He wanted to respond, but his words were stuck in his throat, along with his answer. Until Rakan reached the point of resignation. He just sat there in silence. While Rea looked at him with an inexplicable expression. "She's gone now, but her memories still linger. But I'll make sure to win back your heart. I'm possessive of you, Rea."
At her new school, Marilyn is confronted by an absurd incident. One by one the school's residents are found mysteriously dead. Rumors of "ghost terror" are not just rumours. Every day, the whole school is heard by the news of death. Marilyn could be the next target. She must be trapped in the dark world until finally she has to find a way to get out. Will Marilyn manage to save herself? Or will she be the next victim?
"Continue like this until I make you suffer with me," he said. Ayana is forced to marry Rayyan, the son of the CEO of the world's largest textile company. Due to a misunderstanding, she must be entangled with that terrible man. It was so strange for Ayana to live a married life that she didn't expect at all. But how will it end, will it have a happy ending?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.