Alicia Corwin is a single woman who always keeps her heart from falling in love with anyone. However, Neil Amsr's presence in her life changed everything. She falls in love and ends up being Niel's girlfriend. However, she soon realizes that her boyfriend is not a human. Under the bright red Moonlight, Niel, Alicia's handsome boyfriend transforms into a werewolf and tries to kill her. Fortunately, she didn't become a victim because a mysterious man helped her. But Niel doesn't remember anything at all and Alicia tries to survive by assuming everything is just a nightmare until the Red Moon returns.
Is he An Angel? I muttered inwardly. The face is pure white, against with a drop of mole in the left eye. The twinkling of his eyes was sharp and charming. As he raised his hand, making a snobbish smile, I couldn't take my eyes off all the beautiful and brightly shining eyes. He became like a scent that kept spreading to be inhaled, again and again, never getting bored and endless. I tried to change myself, but in vain. I was still confused, at the beautiful eyeballs that appeared in front of me.
There was no doubt or hesitation, he did it blatantly using my soul watching him like a thief. I don't want to get upset or feel daunted.
Having crossed the line, I am ready to continue his gaze boldly, my cheeks are burning red, becoming a very noticeable pinkish hue, moreover, he really loves my direction. Finally, I seemed to freeze, seeing those beautiful eyes as if they stopped right at my black eye bead.
He experienced grief in one of his endings, so there was no need to bother rebuilding the thing from scratch. Head down automatically, embarrassed. With a slight recollection of the face, I smiled briefly, not remembering until this smile ended.
"Who is he?"I asked unconsciously making a sound quite loud and clear.
"Who do you mean?" Diana, the female friend who was sitting next to me asked back, it seemed like she thought I was talking to her.
I raised my chin at the man, giving a hint to a classmate who often invited me to eat together.
"Ah..." I heard Diana sigh harshly, as if the subject considered by me, did not correspond to that considered by her or she was too strong to answer the same question as it was often asked of her.
"Niel Amrs," she replied briefly. "Our senior college. He retired last year and is only active this semester." She continued it.
"Oh," I whispered, looking at him. Those eyes were so alluring, giving me a strange tingling sensation in my stomach and chest. I wanted to keep looking at him, without pause, but was ashamed to keep doing it. He seemed to be aware of my behavior, but deliberately let me. I don't know what he meant, I couldn't or was too afraid to guess his thoughts.
"He is indeed handsome, of course, but don't waste time. He's not dating woman. Rumor said he was gay." Diana gave shocking news, but it did not scare me at all. On the contrary, I'm curious, especially as to why a man as handsome and perfect as he is, doesn't like women. Even if it's secretly, I hope it's just cheap gossip, not real.
The man's pale lips, now distracting me from his liberating eyes. He is very charming, of course, it is difficult to give a refusal. However, one more thing, there is something interesting about him, besides his striking black hair or his face that is spelled out, too handsome. He's like a non-human, but angel, I guess.
The man named Niel Amrs, intentionally or not, is now holding his head with one hand, while looking at me with one corner of his lips raised. He did it on purpose to keep an eye on me. I'm not very confident, but I've proven it, by turning my head left and right, looking for who he's looking out for. Nothing, just me. He was really looking at me and making various thoughts scatter in his head. My wild imagination, though still human, sprang up uncontrollably. I became so frustrated not to get out of the chair and ask for her phone number. The man caught my attention, but I had to be able to control myself, remembering, there are limits to someone like me, do's and don'ts.
"Let's go." Diana whispered, breaking my attention.
I turned in relief. I don't want to fail anymore-it pisses me off. As for interest, I'll enjoy it, until I get bored and quit on my own. This curiosity is only temporary, not Eternal, will pass when the time comes. There is nothing to worry about, just enjoy this short moment while you can. Nothing needs to be done. Nothing. Falling in love is too expensive for me? Love? I laughed because I dared to say it. That's not possible. I'm just a little interested, maybe. After all, the man is not an angel, no matter how handsome he is. Even if I did, I'd have to stay away from him more and more. He's not worthy of me.
"So, are you interested in him?" Diana asked, after we were far enough from the canteen. It seems, she is still curious about my purpose of looking at a Niel Amrs.
I shrugged "I'm just curious because I've never seen it, " I replied in the calmest possible tone of voice.
Diana seemed quite satisfied with my answer and wasn't too interested in asking further. Neither do I. Just a name, that's all I need. Miscellaneous things, not required. It's a waste of time.
I went back to my class, and so did Diana. We split up because we were in different classes. I headed to the next class, preparing to get bored because of the completely unpleasant course and lecturer. Mr. Mole, a lecturer in the pattern course, will definitely just sit in a chair, read the reading books that we all have, with occasional tongue sticking out. Ah, no, perhaps he would have drooled a few drops and spat them into the air, once or twice or many times, bored me out of sight or attention of his class and chosen to sleep in the corner seat, at the very back, where no one would have noticed or reprimanded even though I was slumbering in a dream world always full of imagination or none at all. A calm and silence that makes time pass unnoticed.
In class, I sat down in my chair and picked up a pattern book and a notebook-one more piece of equipment
another camouflage; I have mastered all its contents. I was the only one sitting
alone, leaving a cold empty bench next to me.
The material began to be read, as usual, fairy tales for sleep. I piled up the books, leaned my head back and prepared to go to dreamland, until a loud noise, because someone unexpected came in and grabbed the attention of the whole class. I lifted my head, leaned back in the chair and waited about the intentions of someone who had just entered.
"Why late?" It's a good question, Mr. Mole immediately drove the man away, made him a deterrent and did not repeat his delay again next time. Unfortunately, the fifty-year-old lecturer, too kind.
"Sorry, Sir. Earlier I was still in the registration section, asking for a new attendance list because I took your class starting this semester, " he explained.
"What's your name?" Mr. Mole asked again, maybe he wanted to circle his name with a red marker, aka Mark him as a student with a bad predicate or target him when giving questions and so on. Unfortunately, this is not so. It seems that he even wanted to add the man's name to the absentee list. Boring. His kindness makes me sick.
Mr. Mole then finds him an empty spot.
Damn, my routine. Whether unlucky or lucky, the only empty spot was next to me.
Mr. Mole told him to sit down. Walking slowly, he approached the bench next to me.
Without being asked, I cleaned up part of his desk, put away my books. I doubt he'll be comfortable with me. He took a full semester-in this class, at least.
Perhaps, by sitting next to him, I can resolve my curiosity about him.
He sat next to me comfortably. It was unexpected because I thought, he would get annoyed because I kept staring at him while we were in the cafeteria earlier.
"Alicia"" I said introducing myself as I reached out.
He just nodded slowly, giving a cold impression that made me pull back my hand that had wanted to shake him.
My heart was a little angry with his attitude. So, during the course of the course, I tried to ignore it. He did the same.
Class is finally over. I finished my book and wanna left.
He grabbed my hand unexpectedly.
"Niel," he said in a hoarse voice.
"You okay?" I asked when I saw his red lips look dry. "You look sick."
"Yes, it's none of your business," he replied, leaving me as soon as he can.
"What the hell is that?" I grumbled and then left too.
He is handsome, but his attitude is bad! I'm not gonna fall for him. Never!
Ghea died after being hit by a truck. Born into a novel that was read When she was a student. She becomes Magdalena Fahrani, a woman her father sold to the mafia to pay off debts. The problem is that the mobster who will soon become Magdalena's husband is George, the man who becomes the main villain in the novel. George is portrayed as cruel and inhuman. However, the man has another side. All he had on his mind were vulgar things. Will Ghea be able to face the handsome bastard who at the end of the story will kill him and marry the female lead?
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?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"