He grazed his lips over my cheek to my left ear, circling my waist. His hot breath hit my skin as he whispered. "I am going to drag you to my bed. Rip off your dress, and fuck you. Hard". I took in a sharp breath as I felt his palm move to my buttock. My breath hitched. He kissed my ear. "Right here. Right now. I am going violate you, making you scream and beg for me all night, right in front of you five years old son". • • • Lola, born into a home full of misery and pain, being neglected from her own family at a toodler age. Even after a risky escape from her abusive home, she lands straight into the fire, receiving the worst side of life, which pushes her more and more to the edge. Life finally takes a good turn, giving her the happiness she dreamt of. Until the enemies borne of her past come back to take revenge on her new found joy. She is left alone to fight her battles and war, finding faith and hope in the process. Will Lola be able to escape her past? Will she be able to save the ones she loves? Or even herself?
I stared into the darkness of the sky without a single star, digging my small fingers into my scarred arm. I sighed. My stomach rumbled, begging for at least a drop of water.
I looked down, gently patting it. Raindrops continued to slap harder against the glass, followed by a strike of lightning, lightening the pitch-black abandoned room.
My eyes caught a glimpse of the analogue clock hanging on the wall.
12:56 AM.
I craned my head back, with the door slowly creaking back and forth. I slowly returned my stare to the partly broken window in front of me, getting used to the daily haunting sounds that echoed in the old room I stayed alone in.
For a seven-year-old, darkness wasn't even the least of my fears. I clutched on tightly to the dusty worn-out doll in my arms, trying to count the raindrops on the glass. Footsteps began to echo in the hallway.
My eyes widened, as more than a chill ran down my spine.
"She's back...." I whispered to my doll.
Carefully but hastily I jumped away from the window, rushing for my empty metal bed. Without a mattress on it, I roughly straightened the paper-like sheet on the iron bars and springs. I hurryingly threw the doll behind the bed.
As quietly as I could, I rose myself to the bed and laid, shutting my eyes immediately. I felt the sharp pointy ends of the bed strings, piercing into my flesh, adding to the numerous injuries on my back.
The door slowly creaked open. My body froze, unable to breathe. Slowly the sound of shoes tapping on the floor approached me.
My heart couldn't even skip a beat, being too petrified.
"Lola?" Her hand gently landed on my arm.
I exhaled silently, gently lifting myself, "Sister?"
I turned to her scratching my eyes, pretending to be sleepy. With the candle lamp in her hand, I could see her all-black long gown and the veil around her head to her neck.
She gave me a warm smile, appearing innocent and gentle. I gulped my saliva, feeling the aura of pure evil and wickedness from the grown woman in front of me.
"Welcome, Sister Regina", I added, dropping my head.
"Have you eaten today, Lola?" She rose my head with her index finger.
I hesitated, afraid to respond. I timidly played with my fingers.
"No sister".
"Do you want to eat?"
Again, I felt a huge lump in my throat. I fell my eyes to the glowing Rosary around her neck, hoping for a miracle to save me. I looked down at the floor. My stomach pounded against my abdomen begging.
"... No sister".
Her smile widened, showing her upper teeth, as she straightened her back. "Good girl". She took a step back, stretching her hand out to me.
"Come". She ordered.
I stared at her palm, hesitant and scared. I stretched my hand forward.
"Yes, Sister".
We walked down the hallway, to the staircase, with my head fixed down. My room was on the top floor, the third floor, which was under construction but later abandoned, leaving me as the only soul up there. We made our way to the kitchen floor, the first floor.
"Where are we going to sister?" I said unable to suppress my curiosity.
"Patience Lola..."
We walked to the kitchen and then towards the storeroom door. She slowly pulled out a bunch of keys, unlocking the door.
"... Patience is a virtue Lola", she pushed open the door, releasing my hand. She walked down the three steps into the store, slightly lifting her gown.
I stood by the door, staring at her. She walked towards the shelf full of grains, pulling down a half-filled bag.
She turned to me, "Lola? Come!"
I didn't move, staring at her with a plain expression. She dropped the bag on the floor, untiring it.
"Lola?" She called out again, this time, standing up straight, right next to the open bag.
"I said come!"
For my safety and well-being, I immediately walked toward her, seeing the content of the bag.
"Rice?" I rose my head confused.
She gently placed the lamp on a shelf and walked close to me.
"Lola dear..." she placed her hand on my cheek. The top of her fingers slowly caressed my skin.
"Yes, sister Regina?"
"Mother Stella gave me some work to do this night, but unfortunately I also have to pick out the rice for tomorrow's breakfast. So, since I won't be able to do two things at once, I thought you could help me", Her voice deepened, "Pick out this half bag of rice".
"What?..." I mumbled unconsciously as my stomach grumbled in hunger.
She looked down at my belly then at me. Ignoring my pain with a smile, she continued, "I want you, Lola, to help me pick out each grain of rice from this bag, into this bag, without any single dirt in it".
She extended her hand to go to the side, pulling out an empty bag.
"So tomorrow, we can have rice for breakfast. For you, me and your dear siblings of course". She smiled.
She stood up straight, "Is that okay?"
I ran my eyes in different directions of the floor. "But... But why ... What. What about my siblings??" I stammered.
She took in a deep breath and bent down to my eye level. She gently grabbed my jaw, slowly applying pressure to my cheeks.
"Are any of your siblings named Lola?" I shook my head looking down.
"Answer Me!!" She squeezed my cheeks harder.
"No Sister Regina..." I mumbled, shutting my eyes.
She released my jaws, standing up and smiling, "Good". She walked to the small wooden window of the room, pushing it open. The cold wind blew in, alongside the flashes of lightning.
She walked back to me, picking up the lamp from the shelf.
"Now Lola... I expect you to be done within an hour. Okay?"
I nodded.
She looked out the window, "The lightning should be more than enough light for you to see. After all, you're still young... Your eyes should be sharp enough".
She smiled, walking towards the door.
She placed her hand on the doorknob.
"Oh! I almost forgot".
She turned around, taking a few steps back to me. She kicked the half-filled bag of rice down smiling. I looked up at her surprised.
"When you're done with this, then maybe you can have dinner". She turned to the door. "Lazy girl", she walked out, shutting the door.
I stood there with an ocean of tears filling my eyes, which unfortunately could fall out.
I slowly went to my knees, grabbing the empty bag by the side. I slowly began picking each grain of rice from the floor. In a few minutes, placing more than two handfuls of grains into the bag, I stood up and began to pull up the fallen bag. I grunted with all failed attempts.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
22-year-old Evelyn Carter is attempting to start over in California while avoiding her past. She will be embarking on a new career path as a private school teacher. She is smart, attractive, and doesn't put up with nonsense. Who wouldn't notice her? However, what happens when she attracts the attention of someone unwilling to let her go? Who wants her and nothing else after falling in love at first sight? A 25-year-old billionaire CEO and single father, Lucian Carrington. He takes what he wants and he is also a very dangerous man. All it needed was one look at a stunning woman to realize she was HIS, even though he doesn't believe in relationships because they always end. Preview: Miss Carter, you will be mine. I say firmly. "Release my arm, Mr. Carrington, before I force you to." She says, seeming to smile at me. I give her a sly smile. Squeezing my wrist with her other hand, she twists it uncomfortably. I gave a painful hiss. "Don't underestimate me, Mr. Carrington." "This is the only time I will allow you to walk away from me, Miss Carter." She glared at me as she turned. "Mr. Carrington, I am no possession of yours." I was left standing there when she opened the classroom door and left.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***