Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and just barely recognizing yourself in the reflection? Well that is me, I have loved and lost. Survived and thrived, screamed and cried into my pillow tears nobody else got to see. But I never gave up hope, never lied down and never let them see me cry. Until him, he could see past the facade and see the real me. He wanted to love me, concole me and protect me. But I have lost hope in humanity, men, true love because life just arent a fairytale right? Its hard work and nothing comes easy even if you would like to believe it does it just doesnt. He is my mothers new husbands son and 10 years older than me. His blue eyes keep staring at me, it should warm me to the core right. Make me feel something anything. But it doesn't he makes women run after him and beg on their knees. But me, I have been down this road before. The charming smile, arrogant cocky attitude. It always ends the same, me covered in bruises crying on the bathroom floor. Thinking its all my fault, all me. Somehow I can never keep a man. I am just like my mother. But he just wouldn't let go. He wouldn't give up. He just keeps on trying. And the more I turn him down the more it turns him on. I am only that strong before I give in,and even though I know how this is about to end. If he keeps staring at me with desire in his eyes as if I am the reason he is breathing. I know I am about to take the leap this can go down to damn ways. He could be the last one to break me, or the one to pick me up and put me back together. I would never know until I find out. But the question is do I or dont I. Because fear can be your anchor or it can be your wings.
3years ago
"You look beautiful sweetheart, this time it will be different I promise". I heard that so many times I have lost count luckily for me, I don't live with my mom anymore. I live on campus second year of college, I graduated highschool 2years earlier. So I don't have to go through all of this all over again. There is so many times I missed my twin sister she would have so much to say right now. So here we go again, I take one last look in the mirror my natural white blond hair frames my face. I left it the way it is, it's long and curly. One of the many features all 8 my girlfriends love to rave about. I have to admit I adore my hair, it's long and goes down just underneath my waist. I never wore makeup unless I went out, which is why I could hardly recognize myself. My pink and purple colored eyes were framed with my extra long eyelashes. I were the only person in the world with pink and purple colored eyes and to mom it made me special and unique. In the eyes of the world it made me weird, and a freak. My friends continously reminded me, that it was my best feature. Science can't explain it, but me and my twin sister used to be identical except for my eye color. She had our moms gorgeous blue eyes, and I were stuck with this. I straightend my dress, check my red lipstick and out we went.
The car drive was quite, I guess my mom were just as nervous as me meeting her new man. It always went the same, they were charming and sweet. Until my mom got married, then you barely recognize the difference. It were like two different people, but she kept believing and so did I. The drive was short, but to me it felt like forever.
At arrival the restaurant were classy, decorated to perfection. I followed my mom as she walked infront of me, she was tall and had curves on all the right places. She truelly is the most beautiful woman I have ever met. Long luscious blonde hair in curly waves like mine, and a smile that can lit up like the fourth of July. Her laughter always brought a smile to my face.
I was happy if she was, it's our thing. But she is also extremely strong and brave. I adored my mom, we walked between all the tables as we heard the whispers and gasps. And then we reached them Mr.Clark and his son whose name I would love to forget. But now it was branded inside my skull. Mr.Clark also known as Richard and my soon to be stepfather is attractive I should give him that. Tall with salt and pepper hair. His smile breathtaking, and living proof that chivelray is not dead. All the more reason for me to back down and back of, but then I turned to him. Keegan Kruger Clark
his bright blue eyes can see right through you I swear, and that side smile could make me scream his name. But then again, I know his type. But let me be honest I have never seen a beast of a man like him. With pitch black midnight hair, short at the sides and long at the top with a couple of stray strands in his eyes. Hell. Those gorgeous eyes framed with pitch black eyelashes that most woman would kill for. This man is meant to be a piece of art, a greek god of some sorts. I stood in awe staring, until I realized everybody was waiting for my reply. Immediatly my face flushed and I turned bright red, I could feel my ears lit up. And I immediatly averted eye contact, looking down and then back up I saw humor in his eyes and just like that the spell is broken. He is defintely used to the attention, used to woman acting like fools around him. Well... that just wont be me.
Keegan P.O.V
My father barely dated, after my mother left him to raise a child alone he never looked at a woman. Until he started seeing Madelyn Evans a couple of months ago. He was smiling, laughing and all of the sudden texting like crazy. I am a ex Navy SEAL and medically discarged a couple of months ago. Now I have to start taking over my fathers company as only heir.
I have never dated before, it has never been a thing for me. I have a extremely possessive and obsessive personality disorder. The therapist diagnosed me with psychotic tendancies, but my father wrote it of as ambition. Nothing wrong with knowing what you want and working hard to achieve your goals.
But then I met her, my angel. The woman who at first sight made me lose all of my senses and flip the switches of every single tendancy I have ever had. I wanted her, craved her, protect her with every fibre of my being. I heard the gasps and whispers, and as I look up I saw her. Her mother and my fathers girlfriend was walking upfront, the only way I know is how fast my father got up. But my eyes focused on her, my heart rate sped up. She introduced herself to my father and the to me, Catalya Evans even her name is breathtaking. She's short 5.2ft and fragile she has the face of an angel and a body made for sin. I couldn't move, and it appears neither could she. I couldn't help but smile. Now finally I have something worth waiting for, something worth working for. I wanted her, and she will be mine no matter how long it takes. No matter what I have to do. Let's just say this is about to get interesting and I couldn't wait to see what happens next.
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.
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 the moon wolf, Lola. You're the wolf with the power of the Moon goddess", Serena said and collective gasps were heard in the room. After being rejected by her mate in Moonlit pack, Lola escaped on a full moon only to enter the territory of the next Alpha King who also happened to be her second chance mate. Adrian is the next Alpha King but he hasn't been able to assume his role because he needed a Luna by his side. A rogue that trespassed on his territory, whom he ordered be killed turned out to be his mate leaving him in a dilemma. Will Adrian reject Lola because she came into his territory as a rogue? Will he overcome what happened to him in the past and give Lola a chance or reject her and go ahead with Fay as his chosen Luna? What will happen when everyone finds out just how much power Lola wields and how she's supposed to protect her kind in an oncoming war? Find out in Lola - The Moon Wolf!
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
On the day of the wedding, Brendan left me and went to find his true love. When I called him, he, who had always been gentle to me, showed impatience for the first time, saying, "It's just a wedding, I'll make it up to you when I get back." Feeling disheartened, I suggested calling off the wedding. Brendan thought I was just being stubborn, and in the face of friends' advice, he said, "It's okay, when she calms down, she will come find me." It wasn't until Edrence, the prince, posted our marriage certificate that Brendan suddenly went crazy and came knocking on my door. When he saw the man who opened the door, he was slightly stunned. And I, standing behind the man, with a blush still on my face, leaned forward and asked, "Nephew, what brings you to see your auntie so late?"