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"How could you... last night... I was helpless! You are the one who molested me! And you dare do it again now!" she huffed. Khail wasn't affected with her crying. "Yes, I dare. You are just too sweet not to be tasted." His statement rang deep in the back of her mind. These were the words of an insensitive, cold-hearted demon. No more, no less. He was lusting on her, yes he was, and that was the rightful particular emotion of choice. "I said don't come any closer!" she cried again when she noticed him inching more towards her. "I will stab you! I swear I will stab you demon or not!" she threatened, but it was only gibberish talk for Khail. "Nonsense Selene. Stab me if you want," he urged and this surprised her greatly. He continued to close in on her and this time, Selene didn't hesitate plunging the knife into his chest. ~ 0 ~ Easy for Supernaturals to live their life in what everybody calls 'forever'. That is easy for angels yes, but for demons, it is most likely a damnation of boredom. And that is the truth. However, how much more would it be for a demon who has a unique power to wield time and space? What is HE to do with such an unlimited lifetime then? Genre: Supernatural Romance, Smut, Mystery All Rights Reserved 2018 JMFelic Books
It was a cold, wintry afternoon. The sky was painted with a dull gray color; stratus clouds overlapped one another, covering the ray of the sun.
A vast empty field stretched a hundred acres at the back of the still-constructed Clave mansion. This field serves greater purpose during Spring for planting crops, mainly wheat and oats, but for now, the land was blanketed with soft snow.
There was a small hill located just a kilometer away from the current house of the Clave family. Standing alone in it was an adult maple tree that was branching healthily, but its leaves were turning into its famous red and orange shade rather oddly.
Under it, a girl of thirteen years old squatted, trying to dig up a hole no more deeper than a ruler's length. The hole was meant for her dead pet. Yes. A king snake that was as long as her skinny elbow; with red, black and white bands on its scales. Its recoiled lifeless body was placed in a small wooden box, just resting next to her sandalled feet.
She had small freckles on her cheeks, but cheeks that showed a beautiful shade of pink. She had long black hair up to her waist; very smooth and shiny; and bangs that complemented her still-juvenile eyebrows. The locks played loosely on her shoulders as she focused herself on digging the hole.
"What are you doing girl?" A rich male voice asked from behind her. It was without warning, so the girl quickly jerked her head up and turned to the source of the voice. Surprise lit her face briefly.
This man had actually been watching the girl for almost twenty minutes now, standing on one of the thicker branches of the tree until he decided to come down from it. He had noticed her for the first time eagerly venturing out into the field alone, treading in a cleared pathway towards the small hill.
She had a satchel with her, he had thought at first its insides were some girly stuff. But no. To his surprise, what were inside it were actually a small wooden box, a metal spatula and a white candle.
He cared less of her presence at first and her innocent interruption of his nap, but he was however curious of what she was actually doing.
The girl frowned temporarily and diverted her attention back to the task at hand.
"Can't you see that I am digging a hole?" she replied with sarcasm. For a thirteen year-old gal, she sure has a mature attitude.
The man's brows flinched, irked by her disrespectful response. He almost thought that she would run down hill afraid of him being a stranger in her eyes. It did surprise him again that she did quite the opposite, and rather sprightly at that.
"I can see that, " he said after a calming breath, inching closer, but stopping just an armslength away from her. "What I want to know is why?" he added.
She could feel the towering form of the man in her left side, but still she was undaunted. What she wanted to do was to finish her duty as a pet owner and the snake's friend.
"I am making a grave for my dead snake, " she answered without any eye contact with him, but inside her thoughts, she was mentally detailing his handsome visage: having a short unkempt brown hair with white highlights, brown eyes that seemed to glow with red, symmetrical nose and jaw, and finely-shaped eyebrows and lips. He especially looked in his late twenties judging from the built of his body and the smoothness of his face.
He must be a son of their neighbor a few miles away, taking his horse for a ride. That's what she thought. But weird now however, she didn't notice any horse grazing about.
This time, the man's brows furrowed, surprised by her reply. "Oh? Why would you do that?" he asked, watching her scooping a mixture of soil and snow in her hands. "It is just a snake."
Such a weird girl and he had at least three reasons to think of her that way.
One was because of her pet. Obviously, girls her age normally pets a rabbit, parrot, mouse, cat, dog or anything deemed to be 'girly' animals. But she actually owns a freaking snake! What a weird taste. Wasn't she normally afraid of it?
Second was that she doesn't even show any hint of being bothered by the cold -- to which she was supposed to be, since she was wearing a fancy dress with only a light coat to protect her from the cold. Was she an insensitive tiny human?
Third was the freaking blankness of her expression. She maybe attending an absurd burial of her so-called pet, but she didn't even show any hint of remorse or regret, sadness or grief from it.
"The snake is my pet, Mister. It is not just a snake for me, " said she with her tone clipped.
"Oh?" His brows raised, a mocking grin appeared on his lips but he quickly hid it.
This girl was so interesting indeed. Why would she show affection on such a hideous serpent thought to be the reason for the downfall of man?
He crouched near her but not before a blood red rose appeared out of nowhere on his right hand.
"Here. Take this then, " he stated, handing her the long-stemmed rose. The girl tilted her head to the side and inspected not only the rose but his glowing red eyes. "It is my gift for your dead pet in the afterlife."
She felt wary at first, but took the rose anyway. "Thanks. I guess." She stated and laid its delicate petals on top the box.
For another 15 minutes, they were both silent. The girl went on her task, disregarding his quiet presence, while he continued on observing her.
She only did notice his disappearance only after she scooped the last of the moist soil to cover the hole with the wooden box in it.
'Weird man.' She thought in her mind as she stared at the blood red rose now planted on the burial ground next to the white unlit candle.
~ S ~
(Present)
"Milady Selene."
The young woman's deep musings were cut off when she heard her name being called by her maid attendant. She was sitting in an open porch facing the newly-built gate of the Clave compound. Her eyes were fixed on a bouquet of blood red roses perfectly arranged in a porcelain vase placed on top the snack table. Staring at those petals reminds her of the man she had seen 10 years ago; a rather weird man that just suddenly disappeared without her noticing. Any girl could get infatuated with a man like that whose handsomeness borders on the realm of the Gods, but for Selene, it was his mysterious aura that attracted her. Well... at least that's what she felt now. During that time, she was too engrossed with the death of her pet that she didn't care to mind him at all, or even to feel a single emotion towards him.
"Your father calls for you." Her maid attendant, Mrs. Latrice, stated bowing her head low at the same time.
"Right, " Selene uttered softly as she stood up. Her hair was still the same waist length, wanting to keep it that way. It was without any adornments also. No hair clips or hats they dubbed as 'fashion' during their medieval time. She was wearing a long common pink dress, a low neckline with off-shoulder puffs.
"Say, Mrs. Latrice, " she stated right after she stood up. The attendant looked up to glance at her. "I see that you have an unlimited bloom of roses."
The older woman smiled. "I do have an errand man who likes to send a bouquet of these roses every now and then Milady. I don't think that you love this specie of flowers but I take it upon myself to put it in the vase here."
Selene eyed the bouquet again. "Hmmm... I see. Then tell that man that maybe he could stop sending the flowers? I certainly don't like them."
The maid attendant wasn't surprised with her statement at all. She knew that the high-born woman wasn't that much of a lover of anything sweet and pretty.
"Of course, Milady. I will." She agreed. "Ahh.. would you like for me to throw the ones in here?"
Selene paused for a moment as if she was thinking. "No... just leave them be until they wilt. It is a waste anyway if you throw them when they bloom this beautifully." She stated plainly and with that she exited the porch.
There was elegance in the way she glided along the ground foyer of the mansion, and calm and collected as she managed the tedious flight of stairs towards the second floor where her father's study was located.
"Father?" she called, peeking into the slightly opened door after she knocked twice.
"Yes my dear, wait for me right there, " said the first duke of Soren, Duke Wyndall. He stood up from his office desk and strolled out of the room. He was donning on an aristocratic ensemble.
"You called for me? What is it that you wanted to tell?" Selene asked, as she hooked an arm around his left elbow.
"Come with me into the fourth floor, " he said with delight in his eyes. Her daughter only smiled and nodded.
As they walked along the hallway, the duke continued to talk, watching the interior of his mansion with happiness. "You know that our house is almost done with its construction -- after such a long time of waiting."
Selene grinned and thought of the many difficulties they have went through just to realize his father's dreams of having a mansion on top a mountain. "Yes, " said she with relief.
"I want you to choose your own room, my dear. It is my special gift to you."
"Are... are you serious father?" Her eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"Yes. Your mother and I have already decided it. Anyway, there are so many rooms in the house. I know you would want to choose a special room by yourself, " he stated.
Yes. I do. I do would like that. She thought in her mind. Any room away from the parties and gatherings he is always throwing. Any room where she can be by her own self. Just any room away from the suitors that her mother has been introducing to her recently.
"Love me or hate me, either way I'm already on your mind. I win. You lose." *** As the Alpha King of all werewolves and lycans, Aero needed to be fair to all. He ruled with an iron fist, a steady head and a balanced emotion. He was perfect in everything except for one. He had issues with the opposite sex. Since a child, he hated women. He never liked them and always avoided them. However, what if a woman suddenly materialized on his bed just as he was about to sleep? How could he avoid her then? Genre: Werewolf Romance, Fantasy, Mystery, Adventure, Smut Status: Complete All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER ONLY AUTHORIZATION TO POST THIS STORY IN THEIR APP. THIEVES WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY.
"Until death do us part." Those were the words that had clung in the recesses of Solene's mind as she stood at the center of the altar with her soon-to-be-husband. True that she had been favored by accidents since she was still a child and that probably, one of these accidents would end their marriage early if she weren't careful. Little did she know though, that when the vows were said, her groom meant it literally. Only this time, it had a twist. A spell-binding, delightfully-inviting twist. All Rights Reserved JMFelic Books 2020 Book Cover by Whendell Souza Lira THIS BOOK IS COPYRIGHTED BY THE GOVERNMENT OF THE PHILIPPINES. THE AUTHOR HAS GIVEN MOBOREADER ONLY AUTHORIZATION TO POST THIS STORY IN THEIR APP. THIEVES WILL BE DEALT WITH ACCORDINGLY.
Book 2 of I THIRST FOR YOU Once enemies in the past, now lovers. Amanda wishes to help Cord break his curse without sacrificing her life. Cord wishes to protect Amanda from himself. How will their relationship work when their past comes to invade them?
"Oh, Marcus, Marcus, Marcus..." the demon drawled. "I don't like how you ignore me earlier you know." "When have I ignored you?" Marcus felt his skin hairs raise when Heron grazed his lips on the plane of his neck. "This lunch." "I didn't!" But then Heron's hand moved to pinch the skin on his chest. This ultimately made Marcus whimper, "Ahh... Sir Heron!" "I couldn't fucking fight this battle anymore, Marcus. I'm done being patient." His hands left the boy's shirt, traversing up and into Marcus' tensed face. "Oh, how I love the way your lips quake Marcus. Let's begin our training shall we?" And with that, Heron closed the gap of their mouths for the first time. ~ 0 ~ With Marcus still deciding if he should pursue becoming an exorcist priest or not, he was left with an ancestral house to care for. He needs all the help he can get to clean the house spic-and-span and the demon general of Infernal Armies, Bael, posing as a human butler, Heron, is willing to help him do so. However, surely enough, cleaning is not the only thing the demon wants to do the whole day... WARNING TO THE READERS: This is a manxboy spin.off story of Marcus and Heron, my supporting characters in SANCTUM. Please don't be confused because this story is in no way related to Sanctum although the names, setting and characters are the same. Think of this as in a parallel universe. Marcus definitely didn't become gay before he became a priest and met Ysabelle in Resurrect Thy Heart. I made this story to satisfy my other readers rooting for Heron and Marcus's relationship. And just as always, I never want to disappoint my readers. So if this story is not for you, then please don't read. However, you'd find a very surprising ending in the end. Thanks!
My eyes widened as he quickly reached out and pulled me against his chest, his hands wrapping my waist like a snake. I was trapped. "It hurts me to know that you are being touched by another man other than me, Lianne. You find his kisses pleasurable? I will show you what a real kiss is." With those words out, my mind went blank. I stiffened. I couldn't do anything when his face inched nearer. I couldn't explain the feeling when our lips touched, but I honestly thought I was in euphoria. His lips massaged mine with finesse and oh, I didn't care less if I was breathing or not. Despite my surprise, I reciprocated it, sparred my tongue with his and traced his perfect jawline with my hands. I can't explain it, but there was this longing feeling inside me. A longing I can't deny myself. The moment he first kissed me in my apartment, I honestly wanted more. Was that even our first kiss? Or had he kissed me so many times before just like my dreams had numerously suggested to me? A sequel to Ceaseless Gravity. All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books
"I want you. Yield to me..." he announced again, this time pinning her down the sofa. Lianne's eyes stared deep into the core of his flaming gaze. She saw something there. Something that wanted her more than anything else. She shuddered as he began to caress her trembling hand. Shaking her head, she opened her mouth to express her disagreement, but before she could say that, her senses jumped anew as she heard a long knock on the main door. The sound surely made Ruen stop and quickly, awareness collided inside him upon seeing, this time clearly, the princess' wet eyes. "My great apologies Your Highness, but it is of a must that I inform you of your current meeting with the Council. Truly, they have grown to think that you are slacking in your responsibilities." "Jared," the King gave out a long sigh. Even without looking from the source of the voice, he knew already it was his most loyal butler. "If it isn't your timing impeccable." ~ ♥ ~ When all is left in ruins, how would a princess live being held captive inside the mansion of her most hated captor? Her freedom all denied, true. But, not her will and heart..... Genre: Fantasy-Royalty, Historical Romance Status: Complete All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books
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.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
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."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?