"The King of Grita once found himself in a life-threatening situation, saved by a mysterious woman whose identity remained concealed, save for her enchanting deep green eyes. However, as quickly as she had appeared, she vanished overnight, leaving the King in a state of restlessness. On that fateful night, he owed his very life to her, and those captivating green eyes had stolen his heart. Years later, circumstances compelled the King to enter into a marriage arrangement with the daughter of a prominent general. To his astonishment, this young woman had the same bewitching green eyes that had haunted his memory since that life-altering night. The mysteries began to pile up. Two different women with the same mesmerising eyes-questions filled the King's mind. Who was that enigmatic woman who disappeared from his life years ago? Could it be possible that these two women were one and the same, and if so, why did they possess different appearances? As the King grappled with these unanswered questions, he embarked on a quest to unravel the secrets hidden behind those deep green eyes. Would he finally unveil the truth and solve the mystery that had haunted him for so long?"
"Atop the majestic Lupaka Mountain, there proudly stood a temple that had endured for a century, bearing the name 'Greek.' This sacred sanctuary was under the benevolent rule of Principal Monk Amanthi, a venerable figure who represented the third generation of his monk lineage dedicated to the temple's preservation and the maintenance of its tranquil aura. The temple had garnered a reputation for being a place of devout worship, but it also harboured a closely guarded secret: the ancient knowledge of potent medicinal remedies passed down through the ages. This invaluable wisdom was entrusted to only a select few elders who had earned the temple's deepest trust.
As was customary, an enchanting Courtyard graced the eastern side of the temple, offering an unparalleled panoramic view that stretched out over the lofty mountain peaks. Perched at such a great height, the spectacle was nothing short of breathtaking, especially in the early morning hours. At dawn, an elderly gentleman, his visage etched with the wisdom of years, sat serenely upon a finely crafted wooden chair, quietly enraptured by the beauty that lay before him. The pinnacle of the mountain was veiled in a gentle shroud of mist, and a brisk, invigorating wind rustled through the air, creating a symphony of nature's sounds."
Amidst the tranquil ambiance, a sudden, startling sound resonated through the air. The weathered wooden door creaked open, revealing a man carrying a tray adorned with a solitary cup.
"Master, your tea has arrived," he announced softly, setting the tray down with utmost care upon a diminutive table.
The elderly gentleman cast his gaze upon the cup and offered a warm smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle with age. His long, snow-white beard flowed gracefully, and he extended his hand to cradle the cup, bringing it closer to his nose. The tea's alluring aroma wafted into his nostrils.
"Consistently impeccable," he murmured before taking a sip. The flavour remained as flawless as ever, without a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Master, you've cherished this tea for quite a few years now," remarked the man beside him.
The old man continued to smile, his eyes reflecting a wellspring of memories. "This tea is perfection itself. I savour it daily, yet not once have I found reason to utter a single complaint."
"The master wishes to find fault." The other man inquired, a faint frown creasing his brow.
The elderly gentleman's smile broadened. "No, merely a playful jest, a token effort to tease that woman."
His companion chuckled heartily. "Master certainly knows how to ruffle feathers. But has Master ever succeeded?"
The old man's eyes twinkled with mischievousness. "Not once, my friend, not once."
The old man finished the tea before sighing. He placed the cup back on the tray and leaned back in his chair. "I still remember the day when she said to me that she would brew tea for me every day, and I wouldn't be able to find a reason to complain about lack or hate the day. I am still unable to do it."
But the master also knows it's impossible."
"Yes,yes, I know," the master waved his hand, "that little brat knows how to trick me."
"Master, the Herb Experience Exam is in two days. Who do you want to take charge of it?"
"Is it?" The old man frowned before he looked up to the man standing behind him and said, "Soten, make a note of the list and send them over to Aishi."
The man named Soten frowned. Master, do you want Aishi to take charge? Then..."
The master shook his head "no need. I know she is busy with her own work. So let Aishi take the charge beside that brat, who doesn't even have any envy in her body.
Soten bowed, "As per master's wish," then grabbed the tray before walking out quietly.
The old man sighed and looked towards the view again. For so many years he has been training personally only 3 disciples. Aishi is one of them. He taught them everything he knew about the medical field. And how they use their knowledge is based on their own abilities. His disciples also have many followers under them. When he thought back to years ago, a smile tugged on his lips. The image of a small girl challenging him still lingered in his mind. Since then, she has been brewing him the same tea for years now, and as she said, he still does not find enough reason to complain.
She was the only one who knew whether he liked it or not.The Passion Flower Tea is his favourite. It could relax one's body and give great benefits. But making the tea is not that easy at all, but to his surprise, she was able to do it without any difficulty. Sometimes he really wonders how much ability she holds inside. His favourite disciple is Eisho, though. Eisho pays attention to him and is more like a replica of him.
In the forest of Lupaka Mountain,
The stems of the tree slightly lifted as a man walked past. There was a heavy rain earlier, which made the plants and trees hang their branches low. The water droplets dropping on the wet ground made a sound, and it was somehow slippery. There was someone who was walking slowly and trembling as he clutched his stomach tightly. His clothes were torn, and there were red marks over his whole body, showing how badly he was injured. He stopped, held on to some trees to support his body, and heaved a sigh. It was already dusk, and there was no sign of the sun. The light slowly drifted into darkness. Soon he needs to find a shelter before it's fully dark. Supporting his body again, he started to walk but almost slipped again. His body was aching, and the pain from the injury was adding another layer of torture. He walked for a few more minutes before stopping. He really doesn't know the way of the forest. It is unfamiliar to him. When he looked up, he found there was a cave that was slightly lit up. He assumed there must be someone inside already. He started to step forward and accidentally stepped on some fallen branches, which made a cracking sound, and then it started to rain again. He was about to slip when a pair of hands supported his body.
When he finally managed to lift his weary gaze, the first thing he beheld were a pair of profound green eyes fixed upon him.
"You're injured," the stranger declared with an air of composed concern. His body throbbed with pain, and fatigue weighed down his voice, making it a struggle to respond.
"I've taken refuge in this cave. Your injury appears severe, and it won't hold for long. Come with me," the stranger urged, though he remained rooted in place, paralysed by his condition.
"I mean you no harm; let me lend you my aid," the stranger implored once more. Only then did he agree.
With gentle support, the stranger ushered him into the sanctuary of the cave. The rain outside had transformed into a deluge, accompanied by thunder that resonated like a distant battle cry. Once inside, he was guided to sit, leaning against the cave's rugged wall. A warm, crackling fire already danced in the corner, casting flickering shadows in the dim cave. The night, as it was, seemed to grow windier by the moment. His shivers intensified, exacerbated by the pain from his injury.
"Destroy the world?" "Well... yeah, we could do that." –––––––––––––– At just 21, Angela never imagined that working one of New York's most dangerous cases would lead to taking in Brianna-a 15-year-old girl with a deadly secret. She's the daughter of the city's most feared mafia boss. –––––––––––––– "Delinquent, huh?" His brows lift, brushing off my warning as if it were nothing. "Would you prefer criminal?" I counter. "I'd rather you not judge me based on how I look," he deadpans. "Am I wrong?" He scoffs, glancing away just long enough to sharpen the angle of his jaw before his gaze meets mine again. "I'm not here to take her," he says, dodging the accusation. "I just need to make sure she's safe."
Warning: This book is really dark, filled with imaginations of darkness you can can think of. If you're below the age of 18. I advise you that you read with discretion. He stared at me with cold, dark eyes. Pushing me against the wall with his hand around my throat, he growled, "Do you know the ways I could fuck the answer out of you? The things I could do to you, can you imagine it? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" His dark eyes were scary but the thought of fucking the truth out of me was entertaining, I replied confused and scared "No-, Nothing" Maximo, a scary-looking bulky guy and the leader of the most feared Mafia on earth fell victim to a prank which I do occasionally, especially to scary-looking people. It's like a test to know how much power I have as a woman but this time it went south as the man I decided to prank one rainy Friday night became a bone stuck in my throat for the rest of my days, I could not get him out. My lovely sharp bone. Aurora, a lovely girl, gentle on the outside but wild on the inside, plays men like cards but she can't to this man, Max Lucado. He was everything she wanted in a man
Juliet Avery's life took a drastic turn when she went from one confined existence to another. Forced into marriage with her father's business partner, Jamie Santos, she found herself bound to a man known for his immense wealth and striking good looks. However, beneath his charming exterior lurked a dark and sinister nature - Jamie was a ruthless Colombian Mafia Boss with a cruel streak and an unhealthy obsession with Juliet. Jamie's devotion to Juliet knew no bounds; he was willing to commit any atrocity, from mass killings to setting the world ablaze, at her mere request. But Juliet had no desire for this kind of life. His lavish lifestyle and the luxurious cage he provided were not what she had envisioned for her future. All Juliet yearned for was freedom, not to be shackled to a man consumed by insatiable desires. She found herself trapped in a gilded prison, longing for escape from the clutches of a beast whose affections she could never reciprocate.
"If I were to kick the bucket, would you make a pilgrimage to my grave?" I quipped, motioning to the open graveyard around us. His lips curled into a wicked smirk, revealing flawless, pearly whites—a sinister expression that, by all accounts, should have prompted me to bolt in the opposite direction. Yet, it didn't. "If you ever found yourself six feet under, Beverley," he said, pausing to let his eyes roam over me, "trust me, I'd be right there in the damn plot next to yours." Bev My life had been charted out before I drew my first breath. I was thrust into the seedy realm of organized crime and illicit trade. After enduring torment and being left for dead, I finally secured my escape. I ran. Freedom was mine. And then my brother messed it all up, dragging me back into this warped version of hell. And then there was Shady, the devil in the most tempting guise. Shady I held the throne in the Boka Civente, the epitome of violence and corruption. In my world, there was no concept of losing. Down in the underground, the rules remained the same. Always had, and when your life was at stake, debts were settled accordingly. Her brother owed me, and if that debt went unpaid, someone would meet their end. And she, she was simply a means to an end. Right?
"Bria's destiny is closely connected to the Alpha, and the red mark on her hand is clear proof of their special bond. Her tough journey began when the human government took her away when she was young. They trained her to be a weapon against the wolves. She knows her job well, and she's eager to go undercover as a failed kidnapping attempt to learn the wolves' secrets and hurt the Alpha. But, she didn't expect to meet an Alpha who would change everything she thought she knew. This Alpha tells her a different story from what she was taught, and introduces her to a community that goes against everything she believed."
Warning- This rated R, sexually explicit and gun and knife violence, reader's discretion is advised It all started when he was 19 and she was 17, teenagers in love who bared their souls without judgement from one another. Innocently, they thrived purely on love, but unknown to them, their families had other plans. Rather than letting them naturally thrive in true love, Danni had already arranged for Ghost at her tee that when she's older and a woman enough, she will become Ghost's wife. Giuseppe Giordano, popularly known as Ghost, was an heir had he had the time and has become ruthless and violent in approaching things that he doesn't trust, and Daniella Lopez is the innocent, beautiful woman who was betrayed by the Mafia boss. The Lopez and Giordano families had an agreement since their kids were young that they were going to give each other's children to one another once they came of age to strengthen the bond between both families. By the time she was of age, Ghost was invited to come and get his bride, despite the aggravations of her brothers, but it was to no avail. The union was rocky at first, as Ghost, who's been trained throughout his life to be cold-hearted and viscious, was to be married to the innocent and easy-going Daniella. Daniella didn't find Ghost any good for her, as he was never gentle with her and always treated women like commodities, but as time unravelled, she started to see him and see the Angel that was hiding behind the devil. This was the inception of a forever love story as Ghost, despite his shady and dark ways, became Daniella's knight in shining armour as she gradually shaped him to see the world and women differently.
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."
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.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
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.