Devon Deya LaCruz is an eighteen year old high school student with very successful parents. Her mom being a well renowned lawyer and her dad a well renowned surgeon and entrepreneur who travels a lot and is hardly ever around, she is very close to her mom. Since from childhood, she loves being alone. Not that she necessarily hates being in the company of people. Not being very bright in school, she fails her final year and with her parents being rich, her dad decides to buy her out of school so she graduates and follow in his footsteps and become a surgeon as well, to which Devon declines, making her dad extremely angry and disappointed with her. Devon is an introvert and loves her alone time. There are two instances that makes her feel at ease. When she is behind the camera, taking pictures and when she is working out. Rhea Genova McMillian, is a twenty six year old arts teacher who is married to Ethan, her high school sweetheart. At first sight, Rhea knew Ethan was the one for her. They got married when Rhea was only twenty. Over the years, things have been a bit rocky for them. Hoping that moving into a new city will bring more stability to her marriage, she obtains on job from the prestigious Etherial High school. Things start to look up for her until, Ethan goes back to his old ways. Devon and Rhea meet in different stages of their life. Devon stuck between abandoning her dreams and making her parents happy or disappointing them and doing what she loves and Rhea on her end, stuck between leaving the hellhole she lives in. Despite the age difference, Rhea seeks comfort in Devon's embrace and they both start to pursue a love that is very risky for Rhea's career, but at the same time very beautiful, complicating everything. Will it be a happy ending for both of them?
One month before school resumption
I sit at the desk in my room, editing the pictures I took earlier in the day. I had left the house earlier that day, hoping I would make it to sunrise. Despite the rush and me driving 70kmph, way past the speed limit, I almost missed the sunrise.
One morning, probably when I was sixteen, I had a fight with my dad about me not wanting to follow in his footsteps of becoming a surgeon, which ended up very badly. I stormed out of the house and was just walking, with no particular destination in mind, just letting my feet carry me wherever.
And that is how I found this place, I sat there, watching the sunrise and as it rose, I felt a soothing feeling, telling me everything was going to work out for the best. So over the years, for the past months, I made it part of my morning routine to walk here and witness the sunrise.
What is so spectacular about sunrise you wonder?
Well, it's different for everyone.
I find it spectacular in that, after every darkness, the sun rises. The fact it rises on its own after the dark is enough motivation to help me carry on my days.
This is like saying, no matter what you go through in life, there is always hope. For the longest of times, I had lost that hope, but watching the sunrise every day, brings a certain kind of soothing feeling that you can't help but find comfort in it.
It hasn't always been my dream to become a photographer, but there is something special about capturing a particular moment in time that brings joy to the soul. There is more to photography than meets the eyes. To be able to capture one emotion is a rare gift and I found that gift being behind the camera.
So, I get to do my favourite things every morning. Taking pictures as the sun rises and capturing the emotions on the faces of strangers as they experience the magic of sunrise.
I feel more like myself when I am seated at my desk, editing the pictures I've taken.
The knock from my door takes me off my focus and I groan in annoyance. I guess it's probably my mom who wants to bug me, telling me I should stop locking myself in my room., asking me to go out and socialize.
I was happy being alone.
I didn't respond to the door knock, hoping whoever it was would pick up on the sign that I wasn't in my room.
But they didn't"t.
"Open up Dev, your dad wants to speak with you" I hear my mom say from the other side of the door,
Ha! Called it. I knew she would be one knocking. Although it"s for another reason.
"Coming" I yelled from inside my room.
When did my dad return and what could he possibly want?
Since we don't"t see eye to eye, usually when he comes back I sleep at the small cabin by the sea I acquired last year with my savings, to avoid any misunderstandings. Although she pesters me about going out more, I love my mom and I know the fights between me and my dad gets to her.
Promising not to talk back when he says something I don't agree with is very difficult, which often leads to me and my dad throwing words at each other.
So if I had known he would be back today, I would have made arrangements to sleep in my cabin.
I walk down the stairs.
The house is way bigger to contain just the three of us.
Yes, I am an only child.
It's no lie that we are rich.
Sorry, extremely rich.
My mom is a hotshot lawyer and my dad is an entrepreneur and a surgeon. He owns a chain of hospitals in some countries I have no idea.
I am not very interested in his career for the simple fact that he forces me to follow in his footsteps.
Reasons for most, if not all our fights.
The way our house was built, from the stairs, you could see the main area which was empty and that is exactly where my dad decides to be dramatic because I see my mom trying to calm him down.
"You ask to see me, dad," I say once I was down the stairs, standing next to my mom.
"Yes, what are these results? I got a call from the headmaster of your school telling me your A/level results are out and you failed" he says, clear anger in his voice.
"Oh! The results are out? I had no idea" I feign oblivion, knowing fully well that it will get him upset. I see my mom from the corner of my eyes, giving me a warning look not to push his buttons.
I roll my eyes.
"You registered for five papers and only made it in two papers" he raises his voice.
I knew this was coming. Honestly, I was not in the mood. I did not feel like arguing with him this night.
"Can you not yell?" I ask quietly.
"Are you telling me what to do?" he asks back with disbelief in his voice.
"I'm not. All I"m saying is that you please lower your voice so we have a civil conversation" I say.
"Civil conversation you say, no college will accept you with this rubbish you call results. How do you expect to get into Yale with these results? Worst still if you want to become a surgeon. We have no choice but to buy you results, because, with this nonsense, you can say goodbye to being a surgeon" he says.
Again with this matter.
"For the last time, I don't want to become a surgeon. What part of that don"t you understand? I would rather repeat upper sixth than get into Yale," I yell storming out of the house.
"Then so be it. But don't come back crying and saying you made the wrong choice" I hear my dad yell back.
I walk straight for the door, ignoring my mom as she calls out for me.
I went round to the garage, taking my car keys from the holder by the door, I open my car and drive off the garage, only stopping so the gates open. I see my
I am not entirely sure where I was driving to, but right now I wanted to get as far away from here as possible. My dad can be infuriating, always thinking about himself.
Did what I want not matter?
I was his daughter for fucks sake, my happiness should matter to him, regardless of what I do for a living. Even if don't earn as much as they do, so long as I'm happy, shouldn't that be all that matters?
I was so lost in my thoughts, driving in the dark that I don't see the figure coming toward me.
All I hear is a sound, causing me to abruptly stop my car.
Shit! Did I just hit someone?
”I know you love my warmth, but I didn’t think you would come back so fast” Reid Michelson smirked and whispered in a quiet tone. He looks into the eyes of the honey-blonde-haired girl as he gently lowered his lips to meet hers. He places a peck on her lips, then slightly leaned back, looked at her lips through his lashes and bite his. Sofea Newton couldn’t think. The blonde wanted nothing more than connect their lips and devour him. She wanted to test and explore every angle of his mouth. She want to kiss him so badly, it was driving her crazy. "But maybe this time, in real life. Not in your dreams" Reid Michelson added with a smug look on his face before walking away. Then Sofea woke with a gasp. Very aroused. What the hell just happened? ******** The life of twenty-two-year-old Sofea Newton gets ramshackled after a bad run-in with a rich lady. She is forced to work as the nanny for the wealthy Reik Michelson to pay off her debt to him. Her life gets bamboozled as she juggles her growing feelings for him and sudden demons from her past. She must do everything to prevent her past from destroying her future. -------
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!"
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
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'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."