I couldn't keep my gaze from wandering across his body, looking each and every curve and line. However, what caught my curiosity was his wolf mark, which every wolf has. His arm had an exquisite artwork on it that I wanted to touch. It looked great with his tanned complexion and golden hair. He was like a Roman Sex God, and I'd gladly "pray" to him any day. "Eva," I said as I gazed up at Will's face, but my gaze wandered down his powerful physique, ultimately settling on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs." They're more like a diamond washboard, which I'm tempted to use to wash my clothing! Someone brings me the Downy! His eyes darkened a few shades, his flesh so near to mine that the heat radiated between us. He drew closer, his midnight blue crystal blue eyes warming me to my core. He wanted me as much as I desired him. This was a fight of Alphas; who would win? Game on, Mr. Sexy Piece of Ass.
I came to the pitch-black room, panting heavily, with beads of sweat forming on my forehead as I looked around the room. When I heard the loud smashing sound, all of my senses were alert and on edge as I tried to figure out where it came from.
If I hadn't known any better, I would have guessed that it was Santa Clause.
Except for the fact that it was the middle of May.,
My vision was fuzzy as I searched the vacant twin bed adjacent to mine. I could only make out what was going on through the room since the moon was beaming through the window behind the bed. My knuckles dug into the surface of the CareBare blanket that was underneath me.
That was an item that had a special place in my heart.
There was something off with the situation since the bed next to the vacant mine wasn't supposed to be vacant.
Where exactly was the occupant located?
When I brushed a hand through my blonde hair tangled up on my forehead, I immediately felt a wave of terror wash over me. There was only one word that sprang to mind.
Sh!
I carefully stood up, my instincts kicking in with a total dose of adrenaline, and made my way to the door on the other side of the little room with two small twin beds and two drawers.
And then there's also my CareBare Blanket.
I braced myself against the wall as I opened the door just a little bit. The light swiftly rushed through the little gap in the door, forcing my heart to pound through my chest, go to the great beyond, and return to a second flat.
As I heard the more peculiar commotion, my ideas began to change.
"I beg you, Them, don't let it come to that."
Them, as in Santa Claus and his glowing, hornless unicorn that glows in the dark.
I opened the door a little farther, and when I did so, the brightness briefly caused me to lose my vision.
I moved out of the room and onto the nearest wall, covering the light that was entering the room. As I attempted to use my mind to argue with myself, the wall was pressing into my back.
Okay, twisted ideas flooded my mind as I repeated the pattern "In...Out....In...Out....In." To hell with your filthy mind.
As I saw the bright light coming from the simple kitchen, I kept my back firmly pressed against the wall to regain the self-assurance that was rapidly eroding with each passing second.
What action would Liam Neeson take if he were in my position?
"Go for the risk," he told me in my brain as he was coaching me.
My stomach had the uneasy sensation of seeing a movie full of clichéd scenes.
When I heard people speaking quietly, I immediately came to a halt. Anyone might be involved. It's possible that Santa Claus is planning my murder and getting ready to dispatch his vengeful garden gnomes to take me out.
After some time, my interest eventually got the better of me, and I hurled myself over the edge of the wall and assaulted the person who had broken in.
My body crashing into that person and bringing them to the ground was the only sound that could be heard.
"Good, my little padawan. Now, you must find out some answers. Who are they? What do they want?"
Because I was concentrating so hard on avoiding being murdered, I briefly forgot to interrogate the damned invader.
My hands were wrapped around someone else's neck, making these strange choking and gasping noises, both of which I totally disregarded.
Because they are attempting to murder me, it is not reasonable to expect me to pay attention to every profanity that they speak.
This was when my master gently persuaded me to face the reality of the situation.
If you're searching for ransom, I'm afraid I can't help you. But I do have a very specific set of talents, which I have honed over a lengthy career. I have abilities that make me a nightmare for individuals like you. If you leave right now, that's the end of it. I'm not going to seek for you or pursue you. But if you don't, I'll go looking for you." I nearly whispered in a frightening voice full of danger.
My eyes were closed, probably due to the pleasure that was rolling up my spine, but they suddenly opened when I felt hands gripping my upper arms and attempting to pull me away from the invader.
I was pretty familiar with that feeling; it was second nature.
''Eva! Relax! It's simply Max! "
Instantaneously, I let go of her and peered down to see who was receiving Eva's wrath.
Max's red, puffy face was suddenly gasping for oxygen as he grabbed his neck and looked at me as if I were the she-devil he'd wanted he'd never met. I was on top of Max, choking him with my hands.
"I'm...sorry?
" I said, making an effort to feign amusement at what I had just accomplished.
You're not supposed to make a lady angry when she's sleeping; didn't Disney teach you the lesson in sleeping beauty? I've only just woken up for crying out loud!
The only reaction I received was a grunt, followed by something like "geth ofh meh."
My head whipped back to look at Ethan, my goofball of a best friend, who was laughing and extended his hand at the same time.
As he dragged me up to my feet, I happily accepted it, which allowed Max's lungs to take a breath of fresh air finally.
Max was a good-natured guy who assisted us and welcomed us to stay at his house; he was probably in his forties but gave the impression of being in his thirties, with light brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes.
When Ethan broke out laughing, his silly butt off, my skull suddenly popped without attempting to hold it in. This kid has some severe mental issues.
I had a bad idea that he may also have significant health problems if he didn't stop.
Even though I was staring him down, he continued to have fits of laughing.
In the pauses between each of his breaths, he said the phrase, "You are ova protective."
My eyes were focused on him as I simply said, "And who's overprotectiveness saved a certain someone's ass?" My arms were crossed over my chest as I made my response.
I cocked my head to the side and waited for him to provide an answer that made sense to me.
"Aww...God! It's adorable how sweet your angry expression looks! " He smiled as I turned my back on him, closed my eyes, and thought of a million different ways to make his life a living hell.
The more I thought about it, the more appealing it seemed for him to dye his hair green so that he might conspire with Santa Claus to murder me.
When I turned around to face him again, he stood back up and ran his fingers over his short, filthy blonde hair.
He had blue eyes and a well-toned figure like Ed Sheeran, but we were simply buddies. Not anything more. He was one of those gorgeous lads who were always excessively friendly.
As if there were anything that could come between us, considering that he is a moron and I am nothing short of spectacular.
My wavy white-blond hair, which was more white than blond, came nearly to my elbows, and I rolled my eyes and looked down since I didn't have the guts to do this.
I believe that it was time to cut.
I turned my head back to look at Ethan as he drew me into a bear embrace and continued to laugh as he did so.
I remained defiant, as shown by my hands being still crossed and my eyes being directed upward.
I did not handle embarrassment very well, and there was no way he would be let off the hook that easily.
"Oh God, Eva. I let out a sigh as I threw my arms around his chest and finally embraced him. He drew back, smiling at me like he was five years old when he was the same age as I when we were.
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
Hamilton Academy of the Arts is a private art school in Hamilton, Ontario. Sydney Acosta relocated from Toronto, Ontario, to a little-known community. Accompanying her mother's divorce from her father, she has remained by her mother's side, following her to another city in Canada. Her feelings are communicated via the one activity she enjoys DANCING. Lucas Cahill is the school's quiet, borderline pariah. His twin brother, Joseph, also known as Joey, is the most well-known student in school. Despite having the same face as his brother, he is more popular, relaxed, and attractive. Joey does not recognize his brother at school, but at home and in the past, they have been inseparable, with Joey's excuses piling up over time. His painting expresses his loneliness and other feelings. In an adolescent narrative loaded with drama, sarcasm, and plenty of creativity, two seventeen-year-olds are linked via their various kinds of art. "Compared to everything you create, my drawings look like stick figures. You could sketch the world's most ugly frog, which would still be lovely. Lucas, you're a fantastic artist." "You, too." He replied gently, his soft, comforting eyes staring up at me. "How?" I couldn't sketch for the life of me. "You're a dancer, after all. Dancing is an art form. And you're a fantastic dancer."
Suzette can't locate the money she needs to provide a nice life for herself and others around her. Blayze does not want to marry, but he must in order to get the firm. Blayze solves his difficulty by hiring a phony wife, and when a female who is just too bold and insane to marry him comes along, he takes his chances. Suzette solves her money issue, and Blayze happens to be the answer
Riley Carson had no idea she'd wind up as the school's pariah when a wager was placed to see whether she'd fall in love with Mitch Lingston. With stories swirling about, she has no choice but to attempt to remain under the radar. Riley's plans to spend the remainder of the year alone are dashed when Alex Kinley, the school's known bad boy, expresses interest in her. What happens when she befriends the bad boy?
"Curiosity killed the kitty Miss Jackson. My body tensed. I turned slowly around to find Mr. Parker standing in front of me, hands in his pants pockets. I bit my lower lip. I expected him to be furious when I glanced at him. His expression was emotionless. He then began heading toward me, and I stepped back. This continued until my back collided with the door. Then he put one hand on my side and leaned forward, close to me. "Miss Jackson, what was rule number three?" His face was so close to mine that I couldn't breathe. Why couldn't I answer his question? Because I was more concerned with the space between us. "I had a question for you, Miss Jackson." He said it once more. "T-that t-there are forbidden spots i-in the home where I shouldn't g-go." "You seem to recall the regulations. This is one of those forbidden regions. So, the next time you get yourself into trouble, think again." I gazed at him. I became caught in those sea-colored eyes. Mr. Parker is the only man who has ever had such an impact on me. I feel anxious when I'm near him. I'm not sure what this emotion is, but it's distinct. A sensation I've never had with anybody else. "Understood?" he inquired one again. I agreed by nodding. "Certainly, Mr. Parker." ***************** Liam Parker is a billionaire who is 25 years old. The only thing that matters to him is his kid and his profession. He is arrogant, attractive, and cruel. Anna Jackson is a 24-year-old simple and joyful girl who lives in an orphanage with her Nanny. What will happen when Anna arrives as Liam's son's babysitter? Let's see what happens in the story.....
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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?
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."