"You thrill me little one. You make every damn principle of mine waver. You do it effortlessly...without even trying. Who are you really Amelia?" I asked, my eyes drinking in her facial features that have had me spell bound since the very first freaking second. She is the safe haven I run to after a day of dealing with blood and guns. "Just the least of your assets. Nothing more than something you own" Amelia said and she turned around to continue the dishes. I could feel her mixed hatred towards me. Her hatred was as alive as her desire. I held her hands and dropped the plate she was holding in the sink. I peeled the wet gloves off her hands before lifting her and placing her atop the counter. "What are you doing Massimo?" Amelia asked. Her voice low, so as to not attract anyone. "I don't seem to own you...you seem to own me" I said as I parted her legs - her gown hiking higher - and I stood in between them. "What do you..." Amelia started but I placed a finger across her lips. "I want you little one and I can't wait anymore" I said, my voice husky with desire and want as I pulled her waist closer to me. "Let me taste you Piccino..." I said. "Then have a taste...just a taste" Amelia said, wrapping her hands around my neck and shocking me to the core. "A taste it is..." I said before my lips came down on hers and my body hummed to how good she felt, smelt and tasted. I wanted her on my bed... I needed her in my life... I yearn.... ********* She was sold as a payment and he treasured her because he knew she was priceless...
Amelia's POV
Happy twenty years of staying alive in this damn world!!!
The only thing I'm grateful for is my best friend and Jacob's two sons that are like my very own siblings and nothing more. Every other aspect of my life is like a passing shadow...almost unnoticeable.
I plugged my ear pods in my ear and munched on an apple as I listened to a country song my parents used to dance to before they went to prison.
Yes...prison!
They happen to have murdered someone and now they are in prison.
'Lovely Major...Majorie
Pretty Major...Majorie' I hummed along until the song suddenly stopped and my ringtone sang to life.
I was getting a call...
I looked at the screen of my phone and the name that was displayed shocked me to my core.
"Andrew?" I asked no one in particular, just stunned that he is calling me after going MIA for a month.
I cleared my throat, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and ran a hand through my jet black hair before answering the call.
"Happy birthday Amelia" Andrew said, his voice ringing out and not sounding ecstatic.
"Thank you..." I replied.
"I can't talk for long but meet me at the coffee shop close to school" Andrew said quickly and before I could dish out the questions I had arranged in my guts, he hung up.
'The nerve of the guy!
Well, definitely I'm going because it is Andrew Matteo - the one I have liked for a very long time and even began to plan a possible future in my head with...before he suddenly vanished into thin air'
I arrived at the coffee shop like I had not been running and thinking of Andrew all the way.
I walked to the table where he was seated.
He was in a brown hoodie and he had the hood covering his head.
When I was a foot away from the table, he lifted his head and his eyes lit up on seeing me.
I almost smiled...almost!
He had good explanations to give to me.
He pulled me by my hand to the seat opposite him before sitting back on his.
"I know you probably hate me but I need you to listen to me Amelia.
I never meant to disappear from your life..." Andrew started but I cut him off. He was acting really strange.
"But you did," I said.
"Because..." Andrew said and he took a sneaky look around us to be sure no one was looking our way.
'Why?'
Facing me and maintaining eye contact, he said, "Because I was threatened..."
"Threatened? By who?" I asked wide eyed.
"By someone who claims to own you and the same goes for every other guy who has ever liked you..." Andrew said quickly.
Now I was at the edge of my seat.
'What the hell is going on? Could it be Jacob? Hasn't he traumatized me enough? Could that be why every other guy stops talking to me when our relationship is about to take a new turn?'
"What do you..how...I can't..." I stuttered.
"Take a look at this" Andrew said and he pulled out a note from his pocket.
"Stay Away from my Piccino or have your blood used as an ink to the next fool, just like this one was" The note read.
'What sort of ink is that?!
Ink!
It is no ink...it is the blood of someone...a human's blood'
I read it again and understanding sunk in me...fearful understanding!
That name the person had called me... 'Piccino!'
It means 'little one'.
I remembered who had called me that.
Don Massimo Dela Rosa Vladmiro...the mafia Don of the Vladmir family.
He called me by that word seven years ago, when my sister and her husband - Jacob Marciano - had sold me to him, to clear off their overdue debts.
He promised to come for me only when I turn twenty.
Twenty? Twenty!
I turned twenty today!
"Amelia...Amelia...are you listening to what I'm saying?" Andrew asked.
I did not wait for his next question before I jumped up from my seat and I dashed towards the door.
'He is definitely coming for me today!'
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me out of the shop, with Andrew hot on my heels.
Just as the cold air from outside caressed my face, a black van turned to its side before me and the doors flung open.
"Fanculo" I cursed for the first time in my life.
It was like a bad a** scene from a movie.
Tall, muscular and terrifying looking men with tattoos and ugly scars jumped down from the van.
I turned back to the transparent doors of the coffee shop and they were closed with Andrew behind it. Andrew had a sad look on his face as he watched one of the men put a handkerchief that definitely contained chloroform over my nose.
I refused to go with them like that and I tried to jab my elbows against whatever flesh it could come in contact with but there was no effect. I would become unconscious in a matter of seconds...
I decided to play to what they wanted and I acted like the chloroform had finally worked and like an actress, my head fell to my side. The hands on me finally relaxed and tried to lift me up but this was my cue to act.
Like a wild and feral cat, I bit into flesh and scratched at whatever that tried to stop me.
'I refuse to be like a property to a human that sees himself as a god on this earth, just because he is feared.
I.Don't.Care'
But, my will and resilience was not enough to help me.
The fabric was placed over my nose again and this time around, few seconds passed before I was drawn into a dark world...my consciousness taken from me.
The last view my memory decided to flash before me is that of Don Massimo from seven years ago.
His hair packed behind his head and his black coat that swayed behind him as he walked away, after finalizing the contract that would dictate the remaining days of my life.
I wonder what this next phase of my life holds.
But I just turned twenty...
Note: Fanculo means F**k.
āAnswer me honestly Serena. Did he kiss you?" Arsenio asked Serena. He had backed her against the wall, making her lose her one chance at escaping him. His body was tense and every nerve in him was on end as he awaited her response. āWhat is it to you Arsenio?! He might be a bad person but at least he knows what he wants and he sure as hell goes for it. You kiss me one moment and the next you tell me it's a mistake. You tell me how badly you want me and try to chase anyone who shows the least interest in me and yet you keep me at arm's freaking length. Enough Arsenio. I will do what I want to doā¦how I want to do it and with whom I choose. Hell, I'll even spread my legs wide open for Gerald if it would meanā¦ā Arsenio had heard enough and he quickly turned her to face the wall. He held her both hands with one of his above her head before he pressed his body so close to hers. āYou have been naughty, Bellisomo. Teased me to no end and made me go crazy countlessly. Now let's find out if your body agrees with your words ā Arsenio said and his fingers went missing under the short blue gown she had worn to test Gerald Mason. ******************** Arsenio Vladmiro - son to Massimo Vladmiro and Amelia Vladmiro finds out about his forbidden feelings for the one person he should not think of in that manner - Serena Toralba. She is the daughter to their familyās Consigliere and their parents raised the both of them in the same mansion together. He struggles between going for the girl he has always seen as a younger sister till seven years ago or letting her go. He had his pretty share of women in the world but the one woman he shouldn't want is the one his heart thrums for.
āIām sorry but I can't continue this. We have both gotten what we intended from fooling the world that we were actually a couple. It's time to go our separate ways Jarekā¦ like we said we would, ā Olivia said, hoping the tone of her voice would not betray her and convey her true needā¦her true desire. āToo late Liv.ā Jarek said stunning Olivia. āAs a Stark, itās my duty to uphold the rules of any binding and keep to my end of the bargain but with youā¦ With you, I plan on breaking every rule out there that exists as long as I keep on being yours. I can not bear to see you with another. It will kill meā¦ā Jarek replied and the last clause came out as a whisper as he tilted her chin up to face him properly. āI could go raving mad Miss Forte. Stay with me!ā His last words had stolen the other words she had rehearsed earlier, it had snatched the willpower Olivia thought she had perfectly. āKiss me Mr Stark. My name is Olivia and it feels pleasant to meet you, ā Olivia said as she ran her hands from his chest to his shoulders. He did not have time to react to her sub - introduction before he clasped his lips on hers. She hummed a moan at the familiarity of his lips that she had thought she would never get to experience again and she earned a groan from him as the āsupposedā reuniting kiss, intended to be soft and alluring graduated to something ferocious. Hands finding buttons, fingers sinking in hairā¦ ********************* Jarek Stark, the only son to the Stark Empire, was a mystery to the media. They know he exists but no one could tell who exactly he is. He worked as a lawyer in a law firm and got intrigued by a particular woman who wasn't fascinated by any of his charms. Her name, Olivia Forte. A woman with a strong sense of justice for others than herself. She is unaware that in the shadows she has a fan -a stalker - who uses his spare time to keep tabs on her. He makes no advances towards her because he was aware of the love she had for her boyfriend. That was until he cheated on Olivia. Seeing an opportunity to get close to her, he latches on it. Would Olivia still desire to be with Jarek when he becomes her boss and reveals his true identity to her and others? Would their relationship also be able to stand when she finds out his secret and also when he finds out her deleted past?!
āLorā¦Lord Kamazā Zelda moaned as she held onto Ragnarās shoulders. She could feel the temperature of his skin and he was cold to the touch but yet she felt like she was burning. āHow is it possible that someone this cold could transfer this level of heat?ā He had only placed a kiss on her neck and had run his tongue along a pulsing vein but she could feel how badly her core ached. He did not want to hold onto her, he was trying all he could so his hands would not grab her and that was the greatest form of torment he felt could come to him. Not even the angry looking gashes and slashes on his back from the whippings he had gotten could be compared. āThe whole Kingdom almost found out my secret today, little birdā¦ā He said as he brought his nose closer to her neck and took a much needed deep inhale. He closed his eyes as he savoured her scentā¦that scent that could only come from her. No one else had ever smelled so appealing in all his life. āI don't want you going to any of the chambers meant for the Upper Royals. I don't want them seeing you. I don't want them even thinking about you. I could have laid his head to rest today if those fingers of his had touched you.ā He said, recollecting how close he was to decapitating his half brother. āTell meā¦Did He Touch You?!ā He asked. Zelda's eyes flew open. She looked into his eyes and saw his eyes were still swirling a shade of red. It will be troublesome if he stays this way. She placed one of her hands on his face and he relished in the warmth of her skin. āHe didn't. You came before he couldā¦ā She said. He nodded his head and his eyes darted to that vein on her neck that was pulling him in. He didn't want to hurt her but yet he could hear the thrum of her blood and not tasting it was maddening enough. āYou need to go" He said and he removed his hands that had cornered her to the wall. She knew he was withdrawing from herā¦again. He was still trying to hold onto his title as the most revered Prince of Noble character, even in this moment because he didn't want to harm her. Instead of speaking, she stood on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his lips. Her lips parted as she landed on her feet, her chest heaving as she wondered what he would do. The red in his eyes glazed, their hearts drummed in their ears and in a unified heartbeat, he lifted her up with his left hand and crashed his lips on hers. A groan from the depth of his desires quietened in the tangle of their tongues. She wrapped her legs around him and he leaned into her body on the wall. Her fingers sunk in his hair... ***************** Lord Ragnar Kamazotz is a vampire and the first ever of his kind. The beast in him only recognizes the tune of one ladyā¦his Zeda. In his earliest years, she was the only person that could calm him down or get him close to sanity with the help of her instrument. All that stopped when she was hung by the greedy members of the royal family and he slayed all those involved in her death He survived by relying on The Prophecy that promised her coming back. Seven centuries later, he meets her again and his world is at peace until scenes from the ancient days rise up in this present one, threatening to kill herā¦again! People called her his poison but he called her āhis Antidote.
āāZera..āā I said, her name falling off my lips and her presence rising strongly in my heart and in the bearings of my soul. āāZeus..āā She responded in a low voice that was coated with the essence of her gentleness and that was all it took for my lips to come down on hers. Knowing she is the one I have to worship and hold dear for the rest of my life, I kissed her in the opposite form of how my beast wanted me to take things. We have truly waited for so long for this moment and I needed to savour it. Her lips opened up to me like a flower and I took her lower and upper lips in adored turns but then the heat of our bodies changed the course of direction my silent heart-made vow had intended. ************* This is the story of high school enemies who found out they were mates on a day when war broke out between their packs. One of them gives up the pack that has built the individual over the years for the other and bears a heavy resentment. While the other who bears the burden of rulership, carries an undying grudge towards the other. Four years later, they meet and gradually their differences and supposed hatred begin to fall apart. Meet Zera Sheriff and Zeus Raphael.
"You know I am not spewing nonsense Karen. Yes, your wolf might not be there to witness within you that I am yours but you can't deny the fact that you are drawn towards me, somehow, somewhere within, you know!" Karen was breathing hard, she could not believe what she just heard. What Ralph said was the truth and that was why she had been trying to push him far from her. āMy mate???ā "But there is no way to prove it" Karen said with her chest heaving up and down. "There is" Ralph said and his eyes were fixed on hers intently. "How?" Karen asked and her voice came out as a whisper. She was paralyzed by the scorching blazes of Ralph's eyes and the sincerity she could feel from his words. Ralph leaned into her without his body touching hers and took her lips in his. She wanted to push him off but the strength of his hands held her in place and he deepened the kiss. She surrendered and her lips soon followed the pace that his, had set. It was gentle, promising and sent fiery messages all over her skin. Ralph soon let go of her hands and placed his body by hers on the bed as the kiss continued and grew into something ferocious. Their tongues began to play tag and their lips sought dominance over the other. Her hands held unto his shirt and his hand lifted the hospital shirt she had on and began to caress the side of her belly. Karen pulled away from the kiss as she sought air. "Now, do you know how?" Ralph asked. ********************* Meet Ralph Hernandez - the Supreme Alpha of all werewolves and lycans alike and his mate - Karen Zane. She won't bend to his whim because he is the Supreme Alpha, especially when she thinks he is her father's murderer. Follow them on how Karen makes the cold hearted Supreme Alpha Ralph Hernandez fall helplessly in love with her, only for her to leave him - despite her feelings for him. Would Ralph be able to find Karen? Would Karen find out who killed her parents and rescue them from the wickedness of her cousin?
Rejected by her mate, who had been her long-time crush, Jasmine felt utterly humiliated. Seeking solace, she headed to a party to drown her sorrows. But things took a turn for the worse when her friends issued a cruel dare: kiss a stranger or beg her mate for forgiveness. With no other choice, Jasmine approached a stranger and kissed him, thinking that would be the end of it. However, the stranger unexpectedly wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "You're mine!" He growled, his words sending shivers down her spine. And then, he offered her a solution that would change everything...
Scarlett was left betrayed and broken beyond repair when her best friend Megan set her up with the male escort who stole her virginity...Or at least, that's what she thought he was. There was something odd about the strong and strikingly beautiful man that she spent a night with. Despite the pure hatred she felt for him, the deals he ended up offering wasn't one she could refuse. Scarlett always thought she'd marry her soulmate but turns out, that won't be the case for her. But could her mysterious husband make his way through her broken heart and fix it? It's hard to imagine but love has funny ways to manifest in places where it's least expected....
Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."
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 statureāthe 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!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.