"You all pay attention! Pay close attention! You already know I'm in love! Who is it? With the person that despises me! So, I congratulate myself." -Marydeth Marie Goodfield She is desperate to win Calven Ken Strauss's heart but the question is. Will Calven love him back?
"Why did you leave me, Dad?" With a heavy heart, the young girl stood before the weathered tombstone, her delicate frame trembling with sorrow.
Her eyes, pools of glistening tears, reflected the anguish that consumed her very being. The wind whispered through the trees, carrying her mournful cries into the ethereal realm, where her father's spirit surely resided.
Her father had just been laid to rest. He was killed in an aircraft accident. As her tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks, a torrential downpour of rain matched the intensity of her emotions. Her delicate voice quivered and faltered, a symphony of emotions cascading through her being. Tears streamed down her porcelain cheeks, each hiccup a testament to the depth of her sorrow.
In the gloomy place, a man stood beside her, his voice filled with melancholic tenderness. "My lady, it is time for us to depart," he murmured, his eyes betraying the sorrow that weighed heavily on his heart.
For in this moment, not only had they lost a beloved employer, but he too had lost a cherished member of his own chosen family.
"You go home first, Butler Mario. I just want to spend more time here with my dad," the child whispered gently, hugging her father's tombstone. Even if it rains severely, it makes no difference.
"But, oh, young lad-"Butler Mario was about to protest but, the girl pleaded at him.
"I implore you!" exclaimed the girl with a pleading tone, her interruption cutting through the air like a sharp blade, halting the other man's speech in its tracks.
In a world where silence held the power to captivate hearts, the girl's voice was a rare gem, a melody that resonated deep within the souls of those who had the privilege to hear it. With a single utterance, she possessed the ability to command attention, stir emotions, and leave a lasting impression. The Butler stood as a pillar of unwavering loyalty and devotion.
The old Butler sighed. He nodded and left the girl to await the car.
As the Butler gracefully departed the area, he left behind a young lady, her heart fluttering with anticipation, in the presence of her beloved father. The air was thick with a mixture of trepidation and longing.
With a sorrowful shake of his head, the butler's trembling hand reached up to brush away the glistening tears that cascaded down his cheeks. His heart ached with a profound sense of connection. For he was not merely shedding tears, but rather, he was delicately wiping away the remnants of a deep emotional bond that had formed between him and the girl's father.
In the tender bloom of her youth, she was tragically bereft of her beloved father, who was snatched away from her all too soon. Alas, the mother of the child had vanished, leaving behind a void that could not be filled. Her absence was like a haunting melody, echoing through the corridors of their lives.
Days turned into nights, and nights into days, as the child yearned for the return of the one who had given them life. But alas, she did not come back, leaving the child to navigate the world without her tender touch. Unfortunately, the child found herself bereft of all familial companionship, save for the enigmatic presence of the butler, as she was left all alone.
"Oh, dearest Dada, shall you too leave me, leaving my heart shattered and my soul adrift in a sea of despair?" Her voice trembled, filled with a mixture of longing and desperation.
"Don't you love me anymore?" she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
The words hung heavy in the air, as if time itself had paused to witness the unraveling as she uttered those words, her voice quivering with the weight of her sorrow, tears cascading down her delicate cheeks.
Her delicate form was enveloped in the cascading rain. With a heavy heart, she gracefully lowered herself onto the soft grass, her delicate form finding solace beside her father's weathered tombstone.
The gentle breeze caressed her tear-stained cheeks, as if nature itself sought to console her in this moment of profound sorrow. In the hallowed presence of her beloved father's final resting place, she sought solace, her soul yearning for the ethereal connection that transcended even if her father was already dead.
"Why are you lying there? It is raining heavily. You'll get sick," whispered the voice, its words dripping with concern as it clutched an elegant umbrella.
She glanced at it. A boy was standing in front of her. In the depths of her heart, the young maiden believed that they were but mere contemporaries, perhaps only a handful of years older than her tender age.
Her gaze fixated upon the young lad, her eyes brimming with an insatiable curiosity. With a delicate sniffle, she managed to quell the tears that threatened to spill from her captivating eyes. Summoning her inner strength, she gracefully rose to her feet, her every movement imbued with an air of resilience and determination.
With a delicate touch, the girl's slender fingers brushed against her glistening cheeks, tenderly wiping away the remnants of her tears. Her eyes, pools of sorrow and vulnerability, met the boy's gaze with a mixture of trepidation and longing. In a voice as soft as a whispering breeze, she mustered the strength to answer him, her words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions.
"I just wanted it." With a heavy heart and tears glistening in her eyes, she uttered those sorrowful words: "Unfortunately, my beloved father has departed, leaving me bereft of love and adrift in a sea of loneliness."
"Stop crying." With a gentle touch, the young lad delicately brushed away the glistening pearls that adorned the girl's porcelain cheeks.
His fingertips, like feathers dancing on her skin, caressed the delicate trails left behind by her sorrow. In that tender moment, their souls intertwined, as if fate itself had orchestrated their encounter.
"Everything is gone for a reason. You stated that no one loves you. Look around you; that is not the case. Someone close to you loves you," he added gently.
In a voice that resonated with the wisdom of ages, the young lad spoke to the girl, his words flowing forth like a gentle breeze caressing her delicate ears. Her eyes, like two shimmering stars in the night sky, suddenly ignited with a radiant glow.
"Truly?" the girl asked, her voice laced with tender reassurance. With a gentle inclination of his head, the young lad expressed his agreement.
Her heart fluttered as she gazed upon the young lad, his tender soul shining through her eyes. In the midst of her own anguish, she couldn't help but notice the depth of his own suffering. Yet, despite the weight of his own burdens, he reached out to console her, offering solace in the face of their shared pain.
"What's your name?" the girl asked.
The girl grinned, since she had just met this boy. It has a pleasant disposition and doesn't feel the need to console people. A rosy hue painted her delicate cheeks as the young lad's lips gently brushed against them. When someone calls him, the child is in a hurry.
"Calven Ken Strauss!"
"All right, I'm leaving. Daddy is calling me nice to meet you, little girl," he remarked as he ran back to where the father was.
The girl yelled out, "Calven Ken Strauss, I will remember your name because someday you will marry me!"
With a gentle sway of his head, the boy's eyes met hers, a silent declaration of his inner turmoil. His hand, adorned with fingers that seemed to possess a life of their own, gracefully rose and danced through the air, a tender wave that spoke a thousand words.
Her delicate lips formed the words that danced in the air like a secret melody. "I vow to the depths of my soul that you shall be mine," she murmured, her voice a tender caress that only her heart could hear. The weight of her promise hung in the stillness, as if the universe itself held its breath, eagerly awaiting the fulfillment of her passionate declaration.
In the tender bloom of her youth, she experienced the inexplicable fluttering of her heart, a sensation that whispered of a love yet unknown. It was in the presence of that captivating young lad with whom she engaged in conversation that her admiration bloomed like a delicate flower, its petals unfurling to reveal the depths of her burgeoning affection.
She vowed to herself that in the future she would own the boy, and no one could stop her from doing so.
Ezra Slain Velleoti is a man that everyone wants to avoid. He's a tough enemy. A mafia boss who disapproves of almost everyone. Anyone who gets in his way will never make it out alive. Khione Louelita Silay is a woman who is socially awkward. A person who has socially anxiety and dislikes crowds and other people's opinions. She is a nerd who prefers to work and stay at home. Working as a top counterintelligence agent for the NBI, Khione was unintentionally able to uncover the dark secrets of some government officials. Khione desperately wanted to flee, but she couldn't until they killed her, and Ezra, the notorious Mafia boss, was the only one who save her.
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Livia Lumiere Carlos is a beautiful lady. Others were always deceiving and tricking her. She had difficulty on their hands. Others used her as an errand girl - their slave - while mocking her behind her back for her brilliant mind, commitment, and innocence. But when her husband cheated on her with her best friend, she decided enough was enough. However, Livia died of a sudden heart attack with her dying wish to turn back time. "Whoever stands in my way, I will mercilessly trample them," she promised. "Livia, the slave and errand girl, is no more."
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Emaline Liliana's dreams and sleep have always been erotic and lustful, fueled by intense touch, passionate kisses, love, and care. She dreamed of a man with red eyes and two pointed fangs who always smiled and laughed before ending the dream with a bloody scream. A nightmare that is both beautiful and endless. Once the Vampires had taken over the world, the ruthless Vampire King gave the humans a choice: become a source of blood for them, or become their beloved. A place where a human who is both naïve and blind would perish.
In a world where humans and lycans co-exist, both societies must adapt to new norms and circumstances. Lycans became prominent city leaders due to their superior strength and intelligence. As the idea of a destined mate faded into myth, lycans began to choose their mates from among human participants in an annual mating ceremony. And at that ceremony, human beings stay far away from Alpha Nero Aimilios Astadel. The human race has a long history of warning its young, especially female offspring, to keep their distance from the Alpha. Avert your gaze, stay out of his way, and under no circumstances should you anger him. What if, an average human named Verity Catina Eirian showed up at the mating ceremony and was mated with Alpha Astadel, the most powerful and notorious Alpha, who didn't believe in fated mates and who showed no mercy to his enemies? Will Verity heed her mother's advice and stay away from Alpha Astadel, or will he win over his destined mate?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
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."