"When janitor Hayley's one-night stand turns out to be her enigmatic boss Anthony, she's drawn into a whirlwind of luxury and deceit. Accepting his proposal to be his fake girlfriend, she uncovers a complex web of secrets and emotions. Despite Anthony's heartless facade, Hayley finds herself irresistibly drawn to the darkness within him. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of their toxic love, will she become its next victim or uncover the truth behind Anthony's impenetrable heart?"
Chapter 1- a night stand
(Hayley's pov)
I was so much lost into the pleasure I felt. The wet kisses and the manly moans gave all the joy. I felt my hips swing to different directions as he kept turning me on. This time, I opened my eyes wide in realization!!! I was having sex with someone I never knew! "Who are you?" I stuttered trying to resists the fingers that were almost into me! And then once they got there!! Aw! My hormones couldn't fight the joy I felt from it; his touch sending shivers down my spines.. and then rows of kisses followed making me jump in ecstacy.
I said to myself, there is no way there could be more pleasure from the one I got. But it just kept on coming. After using his hands, his tongue played through my py and I felt a tingling electric shock in my body. Several parts of my body started moving all by itself unable to contain the excessive pleasure but I wanted more. I became crossed eyes when he penetrated me with his dik and few minutes later, I reached my summit and gave out a loud moan.
I was lost in the moment, consumed by the sensation coursing through me. His lips, trailing soft kisses, and the sound of his breath close to my ears sent ripples of pleasure down my spine.
My body responded instinctively, and my hips swung to every direction he led... But then my senses sharpened and realization stabbed at me, my eyes bulged in awe.
But then realization hit me so hard, I widened my eyes and questioned in a stuttering tone...
"What... What's happening? Who... Are you? " I stuttered though in a sharp tone , my voice shaking and then a mixture of need and confusion.
"Who are you?" I quested sharply. "What.... What's happening? Who... Are... You!" My voice sparsed in a sharp stutter, shaky and brimmed with confusion.
His hands explored me in pleasant ways, ways I couldn't deny sent my system in a craving hold. I wanted to resist, but my desire overwhelmed what I want.
My body flared with pleasure, so strong I was thrown into a pit of ecstasy.
My mouth gasped to elicit moans, proof of my raging gratification.
Every touch and kiss placed on me sparked an eternal flame of ardor within me. And it wasn't just that, his movements had me caged under the warm embrace of pleasure, soft and intense.
I felt a rush of heat crawling over my skin as his fingers moved with practiced precision, teasing me into submission. My breath hitched with each stroke, every nerve in my body screaming for more even as my mind fought to grasp the reality of the situation. Who was this man? How did I end up in this whirlwind of desire?
His lips brushed against my neck, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down my spine. I arched into him, my body betraying me, craving his touch despite the panic that flickered in the back of my mind. It was like I was being pulled into a
current, the waves of pleasure too strong to resist.
"I... I shouldn't..." I managed to choke out, though even I didn't believe it. My resistance crumbled with every touch, every moan that escaped my lips, and soon I was lost again, the question of who he was fading into the background of my desires.
The room felt hotter, smaller, like the only thing that existed was the heat between us. My body moved instinctively, following the rhythm he set, my mind only vaguely aware of how lost I had become in this moment. My skin was on fire, every nerve ending alight with need.
Just as I thought I couldn't handle any more, he pushed me over the edge, a rush of sensation crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cried out, my body trembling as the release washed through me, leaving me breathless and weak.
For a moment, everything was still, the only sound my ragged breathing. Reality slowly crept back in, and with it, the same question that had
haunted me before. "Who... are you?" I whispered again, but this time, there was no answer.
Only silence...
"I... I don't understand," I whispered, my voice shaky as I tried to regain control, but it was useless. His hands, his mouth, everything about him was intoxicating, drawing me deeper into a haze of lust.
I felt his lips curl into a smirk against my skin as he whispered into my ear, his voice low and filled with dark amusement, "Does it matter?"
Those words sent a jolt through me, my mind scrambling for clarity, but it was fleeting. His hands slid lower, and I gasped, my thoughts scattering once more. My body was betraying me, bending to his will as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?