It has been said that Ammar, The Vampire Prince that died 500 years ago would resurrect and everyone seemed to believe that but Esmeray, she had never even believed that there were Vampires in Dewhurst. Until one day she heard a shocking and frightening sound and when she asked, she was told that it was a sign to all Vampires that the dead Vampire prince was back from the dead and now, as the Vampire King She hated him for making her see and feel the things only Vampires should, when she knew she was human, how comes? Until he declared her his bride at the Virgin Runaway, Esmeray had no idea why she hated him so much. Until she got married to him, and she got to know that this hatred she had for him was only a pinch of the hatred she felt for him 500 years ago. Back then, as a Vampire.
Her chest laboured up and down as she ran around the busy marketplace, there were noises all over as she manoeuvred her way deeper into the market, she was being careful of objects that could harm her and large people that could knock her down. A wide smile appeared on her lips when she caught a glimpse of it, the shop she had always visited no matter how busy she might be or the punishment that awaited her at home, she didn't care and never will.
"Esmeray!" An old woman called out from the shop when she stood there, with her hands on her chest as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up with a smile on her face and walked further into the shop, slightly closing her eyes as a bright smile glowed on her face, for nowhere in this world had ever felt like home to her like this shop.
She crouched down on her usual spot and gladly collected the water Jezebel offered to her. She waited until she had calmed down before she greeted the old woman, "Good evening, Jezebel."
Jezebel went back into the shop as she mumbled, "I told you to stop running around in this market, didn't I? How could you get a husband if you kept doing things this way?" That forced a burst of rustling laughter out of her. No one had ever related her with marriage but Jezebel and she wondered why. Besides, she knew that even if she did want to get married no one will marry her in Dewhurst, for a lady only get married when her family wanted her to and took her to the Runaways that took place after every three months.
Her father had never taken her to one, no one even thought of her as a girl that came to the age of marriage or even related her to it. She was just Esmeray, the girl everyone maltreated and go scot-free, for she had no one to stand for her. And it was good to say in Jezebel, she found the home and family she had never had.
She stood and walked into the shop, helping Jezebel in handing the goods a customer had bought. She waited until she watched him leave before she turned to her with a smile, "I told you, Jezebel, that I'll never get married. Even if Papa will take me to the runaway this month, which I know he never will, I'll never get a husband." She sounded so sure and confident in the fact that no one will ever want her.
Jezebel softly smacked her head before she pulled the lunch she had always kept for her, "Here, eat this before you go back home." She sat beside her as Esmeray immediately ventured into the meal, "And I've always told you, Esmeray, you'll find a husband that no girl in Dewhurst will ever get even if they were to kill a thousand people. Just wait and see."
She mumbled incoherently with her mouth filled with food when Jezebel uttered the words she had found a liking in, which Esmeray knew will never happen. They spent over an hour in the shop as she helped Jezebel with everything that she wanted and it was only late evening before she decided to go back home when Jezebel was about to close her shop for the day.
With a thumping heart and hands that had already gotten sweaty due to what she knew she had to expect, Esmeray walked into the house, making sure she walked soundlessly to her room, which was the attic. Some days sleeping in the attic had been her worse nightmare, there were scorpions, cockroaches and whatnot, but she was now accustomed to everything and it felt as though they knew her too. None of them bothered her anymore.
"Mama! Esmeray is just back and she's trying to get to her room!" Akasha, her stepsister shouted toward her mother and Esmeray knew it was time to stop playing the hiding game. She had been caught, she had always been caught and by no one but Akasha.
She fixed her composure and looked up at Akasha that was flashing her a smug look and Esmeray quickly looked away. There were times when she wanted to give her a medicine of her own but she could not, even though she was a year older than her. To her, Akasha wasn't a younger sister but a nightmare and she dare not even speak back to her!
She wasn't expecting the smack that got in contact with her nape and she crouched down almost immediately at the pressure her stepmother, Yamla used in hitting her. "Didn't I tell you to stop going to the marketplace? Are you trying to find a husband or what?"
What was with everyone today and talking to her about a husband? Even though she knew that Jezebel meant her good when she spoke to her about a husband but for these people, she was certain they belittled her and thought she would have to stay with them until her last breath. Somehow, somewhere within her mind, she wanted what Jezebel said to be true. She wanted to show these people who she was.
Papa walked through the front door and he found her in that situation as Yamla scolded her over and over again. "Papa, I..." she began, but the sound of his belt on her was what made her shrill in a cry as Yamla kept conveying to him how Akasha had found her in the company of another man and she had to beg her before she came back home.
He kept beating her to the point that Esmeray could not even cry and all her lungs were extinguished by her lack of energy and if she could add, her skin felt like burnt skin and it hurt as hell should. He beat her to his satisfaction and mercilessly threw her out of his way as he stomped to his room. She looked up to see Akasha and Yamla smiling wickedly at her, this is what Yamla did, she hardly beat herself but she would do all she could to see that it was the father she thought loved her that will treat her this way.
She picked herself from the floor and walked up to the attic, she had to cry her eyes out. Not because of the pain of the beating she had got, but for the way her heart ached. She heard the sound of laughter and from the corner of her eyes she could see how lovingly Yamla had held her daughter and Esmeray wanted nothing but the arms of her mother.
He Choose Her, Yet He Wants Her Dead. Sevim had always lived a free live while she safely crushed on her brother’s bestfriend. But there was a change of events when she had to go a different world she had never been to in place of her dead twin brother. She wasn’t the one chosen by the Emperor, but her twin got killed 100 years ago and as said by her Mother, the Emperor had waited for 500 years and couldn’t wait any longer. Unless she wants her family dead, she had to step up. Which she did. Yet the moment she got to his world, he aimed a sword at her. He wanted her dead even though she was practically unkillable. Unless he’d kill her and have himself dead as well, with their souls being intertwined by the Goddess of Life and Death. And as he set to the Magical World to find a way to untagle their souls so he could kill her, Sevim found secrets she wished she hadn’t, which would force her to kill him as well. Yet, as she dug deeper into everything, she found a more shocking mystery lying uncovered for the past 1000 years. A past life she had no idea she lived and would kill to know what it entails.
Anna Brayden is an only child, a spoiled brat. After her billionaire father died, she became of the richest young ladies in America. When she gets into a fight with a stranger she meets in the airport on her way to visit her boyfriend, her life takes a turn for the worse. He keeps on appearing whenever she doesn’t want him to. He hurts her and makes her cry, but despite the hatred she feels for him, he makes her heart flip and her hands get sweaty. Man, he’s so hot!
He walked toward her and she kept taking a step back until there was no space between her and the wall. She stared into his eyes, they were so red that one could wonder if he spilled blood in them. She had always known vampires to have colorful eyes but his was different. The eyes of the Vampire King have always sent a chill down her spine. “You’re my wife now,” he whispered, as he took a chunk of her hair that she had to whimper softly. She wasn’t going to show him that she was afraid of him. “And so what if I am? You’d never have what you want from me.” She uttered through gritted teeth and watched how he recoiled with anger. He was the Vampire King that resurrected after 500 years. When he set his eyes on Danika, the Queen of Trinnuiven Dynasty, his sworn enemy, now rebirthed as a poor and helpless girl-he knew it was destiny giving him a chance to revenge. And he turned out to want her in many ways he had never imagined he will.
I have a secret obsession. You probably may wonder why it’s a secret when I’ve made it pretty obvious on the gram. Everyone knows about my obsession, well, except him, of course. And the universe seemed to be on my side the day I got to be his maid for a few hours. Only that, I’ve never expected that a day that started so amazing could end so badly. I’ve never expected that I’d regret seeing him that day. Or that I’d end up hating him and avowing never to forgive him for the rest of my life. But destiny has a funny way of twisting with lives; just like it has twisted with me. And I ended up not just a maid for a day for him, but a live-in maid! And just when I thought I’ve hated him enough not to be fascinated by him, the universe showed me that I haven’t even loved him enough. And he turned out not to be the person I thought he was. Breaking all those walls I’ve carefully built around my heart to crash without even trying to. Making me fall harder in love with him-just that this time, even though I knew that I’d never have a chance with the President’s Son, it couldn’t have been clearer. I loved him, but he had someone else. Carrying the little self esteem I have, I took the leapt of being with someone else. But…could I really live without the President’s Son? Is the secret I’m hiding, meddled with the hatred of him that I buried in my heart, be an opener to something beautiful…or worse? Maybe Zafir’s Story and I would be an epic lovestory. Maybe not.
‘I’ll marry him,’ she said, flashing a lopsided smile. ‘I don’t care about what will happen to him, so long as you’d keep your promise, I’ll even kill him if you want.’ Yusrah had no idea she was having herself hitched with her nemesis. She’d cry, she’d hate him even more and he’d make sure she regretted the very day she knew him. She may be a Turkish goddess that had men dancing to her tunes, a fierce and powerful woman that was filled with venom, but that was the least of Hammad’s worries. He knew she married him for a reason, to birth his doom. And he’d make sure she regretted every minute she was going to live as his wife. They embarked on a marital escapade that was filled to the brim with hatred, quests for revenge and anger, but they had no idea what they would stumble upon in life may or may not change their views about each other. A dare will be set between them, and everyone was hell bent on making the other lose…while they slowly lost themselves to the sea of love calling out to them in Istanbul. Whilst fighting between themselves and the tenderness that whispered to their souls; secrets will be revealed, memories will be made, tears will be shed and hugs will be shared. Maybe even love will be confessed! Even though not all soulmates you’re meant to live forever with…they hoped theirs will last. Blind or not, they certainly fell in love!
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!