Who I am? What happened to me? Why I can't remember anything. All i know is i woke up didn't know how to walk, how to speak completly, it feels like I'm a new born baby but the opposite are i have a grown ups body. I'm so weak that i can't even move my muscles. I'm so weak that I can't even mutter a single word. Hera Lopez has been coma for 8 years. How can a maiden would live that is innocent in all things? How can she deal with the people that is around her? A lot of possible things might happend to her because of some people's greediness. They might took advantage of her innocence. Would be a professor named Clinton Niccolas Donovan will help and teach her how to survive from this cruel and twisted reality or be one of those people who have a cruel intention and motive?...
"Why are you still here?"
The girl's heart was immediately filled with excitement when she heard the baritone of his voice from behind her.
Even if she didn't look back, she knew the owner of that voice. Every day she hears his authoritative speech that gives a strange thrill to her. The smell of him, which was delicious to sniff, also penetrated her nose, as if it were so delicious to embrace-
"Ms. Hera Lopez! I'm asking you."
His strong words brought her back to her senses. Immediately the pain she felt returned.
But why is she nervous? She's not doing anything wrong ah. He only found her in the classroom alone because her classmate Sofia said she would wait for her here.
"S-ir -ahm-ah ..." What is that why is she stuttering?
"Hera!" Immediately, all the hairs on her body rose up because of the way her name was mentioned. She feels it implies her not to lie.
"Sir-Sofia said-i should wait her, here." The girl stammered.
And she could hardly breathe when she felt her back was already attached to his massive chest. She didn't even realize that he was behind her.
"Really? ... For fuck sake! Hera ... It's already 7:00 pm"
She could feel the restraint in his voice. But even though she was nervous, she slowly faced him.
Immediately thier eyes met. And just like before, she always admires the color of his eyes. He has a dark brown eyes that she always admire whenever she got the chance to stared at it. Perfect jaw that always clenching when he's annoyed at her classmates. He hates noise. Thats why. And now staring at his face clearly mad made her to step back.
"You've been waiting for almost 2 hours, Hera!" He half-shouted at her that made her halt back and shiver in fear.
Her knees wobbled. Her throat went dry. Chill sipped through her body. "I-I'm sorry ... sir-"
"Damn! Why are you saying sorry to me ?!" It seems that he can't believe what he said while staring at the girl.
Hera's tears could not be stopped. He's always like this. He's always making her feel like she did mistakes everyday. The girl's tears could not be stopped
"Sir ... I'm sorry .. But if I did something wrong, I hope you don't scold me. I hope you're telling me in a formal way. It's not like I'm committing a sin against you every daym" Almost the maiden answered aloud to him.
Sh secretly thanked herself for not stuttering. Then she looked up at him.. The soft expression on the young man's face made her feel guilty agai
Her fool! he's a professor, she shouldn't be answering like that.
She sighed quickly. "Sir I'm sorry- i'm sorry I-ididn't mean t-to-"
The girl's world seemed to stop and she felt like she was going to fall when she felt her professor's lips. She seemed to be just a stump as she stood and didn't know what to do.
"At least you know how to talk back"
Hera's forehead just seemed to be pleased with this promise. She couldn't understand it, the professor should have scolded her for shouting at him.
The girl's forehead furrowed even more than what the professor did next.
"I'm sorry, baby I can't take it anymore"
She immediately sighed when the professor kissed her as if he was very thirsty. The slight parting of the maiden's lips allowed the young man to insert his hot tongue inside her mouth.
His arms were already wrapped tightly around her waist. This was the first time the girl had felt such a thing. A soft moan escaped from her mouth. Especially when the young professor slowly inserted his hands into the skirt of the girl she was wearing and trailed it to, Hera's smooth thighs.
Oh! God what is he doing? It feels like her body is on fire and not to mention the tingling sensation on her belly.
Oh god! Oh!
What is this? Is this the feeling they called
LUST?
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Veronica is an eighteen-year-old omega who falls into an emotional breakdown when her Mate, who was soon to be the Alpha of the Sun crest pack, turns against her, hurls hurtful words at her, and rejects her on the night of the full moon festival because he and everyone in the pack, including her, thinks she is an omega. As if the pain of rejection, helplessness, and worthlessness wasn't enough, she lost her best and only friend to the cold hands of death when rogue wolves attacked their pack. Right in the presence of her mate, she was tagged as someone who always attracted problems and calamities anywhere she went and he turned a blind eye and watched as she was banished from the pack. With hatred for her life, she runs deep into the woods that were off-limits and jumps off to end her life, but in a turn of events, something else happens. What would her mate do when he finds out that Veronica is not who he thinks she is? Will she be able to forgive him? What fate lies ahead for them?
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"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."