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...
Kelly never planned to marry the devil. But when her sister ran away on the wedding day, she was forced to take her place-as the bride of Nolan, a rich man who hides a very dark side of the underworld. Behind the white lace and wedding vows, there was a curse. Behind Nolan's cold stare, a living hell was waiting. "Welcome to hell, mi juguete," he whispered. And that's when the real nightmare began.
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?
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
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.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
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.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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."