According to the blowing wind, that man is dangerous. "Who are you, actually?" The eyes of a girl seem focused on one point. She stays silent, waiting for an explanation, while one of her hands clenches. The figure continues to bow, trying not to respond to the questioning gaze directed at him. But the corner of his lips slowly lifts, revealing a terrifying smile that can freeze anyone in their tracks. "Now, you belong to me."
BUGH
The girl grimaced as she wiped the sticky red fluid from the corner of her lips. Her sharp eyes surveyed dozens of people lying unfortunate on the asphalt, along with one who had just received a raw beating from her.
Slowly, her long legs walked toward the concrete barrier at the roadside. Her limping gait, a result of being struck by a large piece of wood, annoyed her.
"Damn it," she muttered, closing her eyes briefly before landing on the concrete. Her hazel eyes then shifted to the clear sky. The sun's rays struck her face, and sweat dripped from the girl's temples.
Her jaw tightened as the sweat hit a small cut on her cheek. She was certain that part must be turning purplish now. The bruise caused by a stout person earlier had left her face in this state.
The girl straightened her legs, closed her eyes to endure the pain in her left leg. She pulled up the jeans she was wearing, revealing a bruise on her shin.
"Damn," she whispered, roughly tugging at her hair. It seemed like her life might be in serious danger in a few moments.
With an anxious face, she looked up as if searching for something. Her attention then focused on one point.
Her hand clenched, accompanied by a frustrated sigh escaping her mouth.
"Damn, ambushed?" she mused, instantly changing her expression to a flat one. Then, she turned to look at each person lying helpless not far from her.
"If I knew this, I would have killed the damn guy earlier."
"Are you sure you want to kill them?" Another voice retorted, and the girl turned to the source of the sound.
The girl sighed, intending to unleash a string of curses, but her voice was choked in her throat. It ended with just closing her eyes, fists clenched.
"Deska, Deska, you're really a hassle," the voice of the known male said.
Deska then glared irritably at the man behind her.
"Late, Jo. You're late. It's all your fault, such a bother," Deska ended with a frustrated hiss.
The escalating tension prompted Deska to take off her denim jacket, leaving only a short-sleeved black shirt.
"You're strong, huh? Beating up twenty people like that," the man commented, diverting his attention to the pitiful humans lying on the asphalt.
"Annoying, they ruined my skateboard," Deska said, gazing sadly at the rectangular wheeled object now split in two. "I should have killed them."
"Not gonna happen," the man replied quickly, redirecting his attention to Deska. "You'll be a wanted person and risk not being considered your parents' child."
"Oh, really?" Deska retorted dismissively.
The girl stood up, hanging her jacket over her shoulder. She faced the man named Jonathan Samuel Rilichof in front of her.
"Jo, Jo, they're too reckless if they did that. And too cheesy," Deska said, ending with a cynical smile.
Jonathan raised an eyebrow, still observing the girl in front of him.
While Deska took a crouching position, lowering her jeans on the left side and fixing the slightly messy shoe lace.
"Ah, remember my principle?" Deska asked without diverting her attention from the knot in her hands.
Jonathan seemed unmoved. He then turned his gaze to the dozens of people lying unfortunate in front of him.
"Swipe a bit, hit them hard."
Deska rose with a curved smile on her lips. She patted Jonathan's shoulder proudly.
"Not wrong to be friends with you."
Jonathan brushed off Deska's hand emotionlessly.
"Lame," he muttered.
Deska crossed her arms. The girl stared intently at Jonathan.
"Jo, Jo, this is all your fault," she asserted.
Jonathan's face looked weary; he hated every time he encountered this situation.
"Because you were late, they wrecked my skateboard, Jo," Deska continued. Jonathan knew exactly what the girl meant.
"So before I kill someone, you better-"
"Yeah, I'll replace it later," he said lazily.
Deska instantly changed her facial expression. She smiled broadly, seeing Jonathan's very insincere expression. According to her, moments like these made her mood better.
"Okay, then take me home," Deska concluded, walking past Jonathan. He looked puzzled, glancing briefly at the watch on his wrist.
"Home? You want to get beaten?"
Deska's steps came to a halt. She turned to look at Jonathan with an unfriendly expression.
"Yeah, what's it to you? You want me to go back to that boring school? No way!"
Jonathan shook his head slightly, observing Deska's bad habit. Skipping classes. He couldn't count how many times this semester she had left school without permission. Deska's behavior was truly troublesome. Just two days ago, she had gotten into a brawl with a senior, and Jonathan felt the winds of impending doom about to strike Deska.
"You're asking for trouble, Des," mumbled Jonathan, who didn't want to talk much.
"What are you waiting for? Come on, I want to go home and relax," she snapped impatiently.
Jonathan nodded and followed the girl from behind. He glanced at Deska's left leg; she could walk normally now.
"How many lives do you actually have?" Jonathan wondered.
This girl was a bit different, her erratic behavior making everyone shake their heads at her antics.
"You're crazy. School isn't that far from here, and you're so slow to come," Deska complained when they reached the area where Jonathan's motorcycle was parked.
He grabbed a helmet and placed it on Deska's head. He remained silent despite the protests she directed at him.
"Hey, can't you hear me? Don't try to talk to a wall," she grumbled.
Jonathan sighed. His ears were getting hotter, listening to her rant.
"Do you think I'm like you? Leaving school without permission? No way!" Jonathan retorted. He then got on the motorcycle, ignoring Deska, who continued to curse him.
Women are always right.
"Are you getting on or not? I'll leave you here," Jonathan said, feeling that his life was becoming more complicated with her around.
With a reluctant attitude, she finally got on the motorcycle. Despite that, Deska really wanted to throw a raw punch at Jonathan's face, adding to her growing frustration.
"Lucky I'm not in the mood for punching people; otherwise, I would make sure you go home with a bruised face, Jo," mumbled Deska.
"Shut up."
Jonathan's motorcycle slowly started to move, leaving the area where the girl had skipped school.
"Thanks, Jo. I'll buy you a martabak sometime," Deska said as she got off Jonathan's motorcycle, handing him back the helmet.
"No need," he replied, grabbing the helmet from Deska's hand.
"Wow, so arrogant. This is the first time I've met someone who rejects free stuff," Deska scoffed.
"Whatever," Jonathan said with an indifferent face. Deska knew very well that he was fed up with her.
"I'm going back," she continued while starting the motorcycle's engine.
Deska crossed her arms, feeling a sudden suspicion about Jonathan.
"Where to?"
Jonathan turned, and for a moment, the two were in silence with the sound of the motorcycle engine accompanying them.
"To headquarters."
Deska sighed; her suspicion was correct.
"It's been a month, Des. You haven't been to the headquarters. The guys have been looking for you," Jonathan explained.
Deska just maintained a poker face, staring intently at Jonathan's face covered by the helmet.
"Two days ago, our headquarters was attacked by infiltrators. Emilo, Ernest, Kay, they had to be taken to the hospital because their heads were hit by blunt objects."
Quietly, Deska's fist clenched behind her. She channeled the sudden surge of emotion.
"Too many things have happened. We even got caught off guard by a new enemy. ELMINO, our big enemy."
To be continued...
Up until now, Alyssa has no idea why Brent married her. Clearly, she accepted the marriage proposal not out of love, but the man suddenly came to her house, met with her parents, and directly asked for her hand in marriage. Everything just went along, and now Alyssa feels exhausted with the marriage. Will Alyssa stay in their marriage?
"I want to divorce!" No one expected it, Alyssa and Brent ended up getting married. Pressure from many sides, broken hearts, and family reputations were reasons for them to accept the difficult request. Adding to the confusion, one years later Alyssa filed for divorce from Brent. So, how can a relationship without love from the start survive living under the same roof?
He is deeply obsessed with his girl. He is determined to do anything to win her heart. "I really want to possess her, kiss her, lick her, make her moan beneath me, and have her say my name. She belongs to me."
"I want to break up!" Rakan's jaw tightened, his heart shattered. No matter how hard he tried to endure the pain, he couldn't bear it like this. Rakan hadn't accepted it yet, and unfortunately, Rea forced him to let go. His mouth felt heavy. He wanted to respond, but his words were stuck in his throat, along with his answer. Until Rakan reached the point of resignation. He just sat there in silence. While Rea looked at him with an inexplicable expression. "She's gone now, but her memories still linger. But I'll make sure to win back your heart. I'm possessive of you, Rea."
At her new school, Marilyn is confronted by an absurd incident. One by one the school's residents are found mysteriously dead. Rumors of "ghost terror" are not just rumours. Every day, the whole school is heard by the news of death. Marilyn could be the next target. She must be trapped in the dark world until finally she has to find a way to get out. Will Marilyn manage to save herself? Or will she be the next victim?
"Continue like this until I make you suffer with me," he said. Ayana is forced to marry Rayyan, the son of the CEO of the world's largest textile company. Due to a misunderstanding, she must be entangled with that terrible man. It was so strange for Ayana to live a married life that she didn't expect at all. But how will it end, will it have a happy ending?
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ âI want to get a divorce, Mark,â I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first timeâeven though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashtonâs uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. Whatâs worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldnât thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesnât seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that heâs different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
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!"
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-wifeâs countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. âLetâs get married again.â