She is Shakeera Alcantara, 24 years old and single. Kind and a good child, hard working, nothing can be done just for the family. Time tested her resilience, its a matter of life and death. Her sister, even if she needs to clings into the knife, she will do just to save her. So without hesitation she entered into a secret world, where there was an ongoing trade of females. An underground organization that the patronts are not casual. If you have millions then your in. But it left her with a memory that she never regeted. Will she recognize THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK? James Arch Smith, the CEO, the Boss of the company where she work at. Is it him? #Shakeera&James
AUTHOR's NOTE
This story is purely fictional. All contents such as names, places and incedents inside this story is purely out of wild imagination only. And if theres any resemblance to other story or actual events are not ententional.
English is not my frirst language and not my expertice. If you encounter some errors such as grammar and typos, I apologize but I'm trying to improve it.
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'GOD please guide me for what I am going to do now, for the sake of my sister this is for her. You take care of me Dear God.' I closed my eyes as I silently pray. We are now entering into the place where the person I am going to serve for the whole night is waiting for me. The person who bought me.
I was scorted by one of the organization's staff. It was very hard for me to step on my foot because of the nervousness, and the speed of my heart beat that I could not understand.
"Miss are you okey?" The man who is with me now asked. I looked at him and just nodded. Maybe he sensed how I felt right now. We are not allowed to talk to the person who are going to scort us. It is forbidden, except to the event organizer. Because that's the organizations tight rules.
And his voice and appearance are so scary, he looks like a goons with the villains in the movie. I just toke a deep sigh.
Little did I know, we already stopped in front of the elevator. And it soon opened and we entered immidiately. I coudn't help but to look at my reflection on the elevator wall, as if it were a mirror.
I could not barely recognize my self, they made me so beautiful. They let me wear a black lace see through night dress that was up to half of my thighs. Which to match the color of my skin. I am not very white but also not dark complection.
Although it was covered with silky black robe, which reached to the top of my knee. But I still look so sexy on it, and I match it with this three inches high heels sandal which further hightens my height five feet and six inches.
I also wore a lavander colored mask, sorrounded by a small, shiny stones. That fits on my pretty face, and almost covers half of my face.
I was little bit surprised by the sound of the elevator signal that means elevator were already reached the detination.
"Miss room P-A." He said to me when the elevatorr opened. I just nodded at him before stepping out.
I roamed my eyes around and stepped to find the said room. I saw it easily, because there were only two doors on this floor.
One was the fire exit were at the end, and the other was the door I was going to. That almost occupied half of this floor, because the half was the waiting and rest area.
I was already in front of the door, a few more times I raised my hand to press the doorbell. My chest was about to explode with the extreme of nervousness I was feeling right now.
I took a deep breath before I decided to press it. Soon the door opened, and a man standing in front of me now. Who also wore a mask that was the color that I was wearing, but for him with the sense of masculine. His hazel brown color eyes are very sharp when staring and his nose were also sharp and pointed. And his lips are those kissable lips.
There is no denying that he is handsome. And OMG, the body swells and the muscles obviously are those well worked out.
There are small letters tattooed on the right of his chest, "Arch." And the abs are really like eight packs that are flattering. Because his half naked only.
"Hmm, did I pass sweety?" I suddenly look at his face when I heard him speak, and Oh My God his voice was captivating and uplifting.
My mouth was slightly open, and so my cheeks blushed even more when he smiled as if his flirting while looking at me.
"You can open your mouth later for me honey." When he spoke again. I suddenly bowed out of shame. I was even shaken when he held my hand. Because of electricity like, flowed through whole my body.
It was like I was burnt in the extreme of heat coming from him. Then he pulled me in inside his suit, I could not help but to impressed by its beauty and a size.
He immediately kissed me as soon as the door closed and leaned me on it. Suddenly my eyes widened in shock, this is my first kiss and his lips were very soft and hot.
One of his hands was on my neck and the other was closed to my waist. He slowly sip and bite my lower lip. My lips seemed to have a mind of their own and imitated every move of his lips.
That's the reason why his kisses became even more aggressive. "Hmm." I couldn't help but moan at the deliciousness of his kiss.
And I wanted to protest when he suddenly stopped kissing me. "The sweetest lips that I ever tested sweety." He whispered breathlessly to me. I hadn't caught enough air when he kissed me again. I clings on his neck when I felt I was slowly rise in the air. He led me into a room, and I slowly felt my back touch the softness of the bed. While he was on top of me, without breaking out our kiss. His hands began to twitch, caressing my arms.
Then I felt his warm palm on my chest. Caressing, squeezing, and I turned out I was wearing nothing while his lips did not stop kissing my lips.
"Ohhh please." I couldn't stop moaning, Even more when his lips dropped to my navel and his tongue twirtled around.
"Ohhh god." I couldn't help but to sigh. I feel like I'm going crazy for what he did to my body. I can no longer control my self and my hands like it have their own minds to move.
I tagged at him even more as his lips dropped into my stomach going down there.
It feels so good, I felt the heat on my cheeks. Without breaking his eyes on me he keep on caresing me, I suddenly blushed again as I watched him do what he was doing.
He slowly stood up and took off his pants along with his boxer short. And OMG my eyes widened and I was feel 'Oh' to what I saw. He's huge I can't help but to swallowed my saliva while looking at it. 'Will it fit on me? God be mercyful.'
"Don't worry sweety it will fit on you trust me." He seemed to read what I was thinking.
"OUCH." A tears falls in my eyes. "Sorry sweety I don't mean to hurt you." As he said to me. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked me with the trace of concern in his voice.
I shook my head. I do not want him to stop of what he is doing. He still seemed hesitant, so I gave him a sweet smile. And he start to kiss my lips again.
I SLOWLY get up and picked up my scattered clothes everywhere. Sore down there, and its hard for me to moved but I still insisted.
When I already get dressed, I hurriedly walked to the door, and a last look to him and whispered "Thank you Mr." Before I finally left the room.
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"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."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”