"Elena, that's not your name, is it?" he teased, sending a shiver down my spine. My breath caught in my throat as I felt his warm breath on my ear, my underwear was wet. ***** Isabella is the daughter of the former Mafia King. her family's downfall was orchestrated by her father's brother's betrayal, resulting in her expulsion. She was compelled to engage in smuggling from Avalia to Rome and eventually fled, assuming the new identity of a young girl. The city is divided into slums and rich areas, and is ruled by 7 mafia bosses. Eight years later, she met a mysterious boxer who always appeared in underground fighting arenas. He was a dangerous and charming man who always appeared when she was in trouble. Is there any secret behind his approach to her?
Elena
"Dev'essere pazzo..." He spatial at me calling the attention of the closest chef beside me.
No...I want mad.
I kept my head down as the restaurant manager yelled at the top of his voice. The last time I had looked at him, as he spoke, his spittle that went flying out from his mouth ended up washing my face.
"Once beaten, twice shy" was something I was quite accustomed to. I knew that my manager would take silence as a sign of submission. Men like him preferred ego play rather than being right.
I said nothing, and he continued to fire rapid Italian at me.
Of course, I had done nothing wrong, but the man just liked to make a mountain out of a molehill. Couple with my exhaustion from my classes earlier in the day, I was in no mood to argue.
"Perché stai intralciando tutti? Sei così disoccupato? Perché devi starsene lì in giro sembrando un pomodoro! Sì, un grande idiota!"
I was apparently an idiot and a tomato according to him.
The large kitchen bustled behind me, but some of the kitchen staff had chosen to stay in instead of work.
It's them you should yell at, not me, I thought. I was constantly picked upon by this man.
Giuseppe had been nothing more than a thorn in my flesh since I started working at the restaurant. While I thought it was because I was simply new, the treatment had lasted over six months now, and there were yet more new staff.
He pointed in front of me and finally dismissed me. I deepened the bow and scurried over to the table I was serving.
"You good?" I heard a voice behind me. It was the chef that jumped when Guiseppe was yelling.
"Yeah."
"There's a customer outside. Why don't you leave the dishes...I'll handle them." He said with a smile.
I pushed ioen the door connecting the kitchen from the main dining area to find that the customers had gone but had been replaced by a single man.
His long muscular legs were crossed and clad in beach trousers. He wore a white shirt that was rolled up to his sleeves to expose his tattoos.
On his neck was a necklace of something that looked
like an anchor, but I wasn't sure as I wasn't close enough. His face was blocked by the magazine he was reading, but his long, veiny fingers were quite eye-catching for me.
"Is there something I can get you, sir?" I asked in English. The mysterious man put down his magazine and turned bright hazel eyes to look at me.
Holy virgin.
His gaze was burning, and the hazel of his eyes were almost a deep amber color. He had a straight nose, full lips, and a jaw sharp enough to cut through butter. He was quite a handsome man.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts and asked again. "Is there something I can get you, sir?" The man smiled just a bit, with the smile not quite reaching his eyes.
"Coffee," he answered in a deep voice that sent shivers down my spine. Feeling the need to leave his presence, I quickly skirted away with eyes wide open, and picked up the job of hot coffee and went back to his table.
Completely avoiding his gaze, I kept my eyes focused on the coffee in front of me. The last thing I wanted was to spill coffee over his expensive-looking brown leather shoes and get scolded again by my manager. It was quite rare for me to get scolded twice a day, but a regular daily scolding was normal.
Just as I was about to pour his cup, I heard him mumble something. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked. He shook his head. "Damon. That's my name. What's yours?" he asked, with a slight smile tugging at his lips.
Those lips...
"I'm sorry, what?" I asked again, all of a sudden feeling very repetitive. I shook my head at my own actions. This is very unlike me. Men were secondary in my life at the moment, so I couldn't explain why I felt this way. Sensing my discomfort, the stranger smiled. "Elena." I answered.
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table, bringing himself dangerously close to me. I swallowed loudly and watched as his eyes moved over my neck.
Those eyes...
Distracted and trying to regain my composure, I turned back to the coffee jug I held and hugged it to my chest as though it would shield me from his gaze. "Pretty name," he said in a deep voice. "Did your mother give it to you?"
I froze at the sound of the word "mother." I barely knew the woman, but it felt strange talking about myself with someone I had just met. I only knew my mother in the last moments of my life and even struggled to remember my face.
Feeling clueless, I nodded and plastered a fake smile on my face. The man, called Damon, released a low hum that sounded like a purr of a large cat.
But he was a beast. He seemed like a beast ready to pounce on me at any given moment. I looked up from the coffee I was holding and focused my eyes on his nose, afraid to meet his gaze.
"W-Will that be all?" I stammered. His lips curved into a slow and sensual smile that promised strange things and sweaty nights. I bluId pink.
He shook his head. "When I need you, I'll call you. I would love to likely be getting another cup of coffee, so please stick around," he said.
I all but ran back to the kitchen once he nodded at me to leave. On shaky legs, I leaned against the cold kitchen counter where the chefs kneaded bread.
I didn't know why I felt that way but the man made me extremely nervous and self-conscious . Not wanting Giuseppe to find me idle, I quickly glanced around to see if Giuseppe was close to me. He wasn't, making it incredibly lucky for me.
I took in a couple more breaths before straightening myself away from the counter. my legs were still shaking, and most of all, my underwear was ruined.
The mere fact that he looked deep into my eyes and smiled the way he did was more than enough to release the torrents between my legs.
I was wet and bothered.
I huffed and picked up the jug of coffee beside me. As soon as I set it down at its rightful position, I looked back to find Damon on the phone.
His eyebrows were drawn together, and he drummed his fingers rapidly on the table. Whatever that was, it looked urgent because he stood up, dropped a couple of Iets of money, and walked off quickly.
I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. In a way, I was glad that he was gone. He confused me and made me feel in a way that I had never felt before.
I hoped that I wouldn't encounter him again. Encounters such as the one I just had were like Christmas or even worse, a lunar eclipse. Stuff like that only happened once in a lifetime.
I was rejected by my best friend at my 18th coming-of-age ceremony. “What I seek in a mate is a female warrior like your mother, not... not someone like you." Not someone like me, a mute, an omega with no fighting capability. I struggled to compose myself, holding back tears, continuing to communicate silently with gestures。 Why? Kevin, it wasn't my fault that I wasn't as strong a beta as my mother. He sighed, shifting his gaze away from me, the laughter from the werewolves in the audience almost knocked down my self-esteem. ----Many years later, Alpha Kevin meets his mute mate again. He will pay a heavy price and regret for his mistake in rejecting her when he was young. Ella, she looks like a useless Omega, but in fact she is a poisoner. After her mother died to protect Kevin, she decided to become a she-wolf who is loyal to herself.
I accidentally had a one-night stand with my father's enemy. "Morning, mate." He is naked, holds me tenderly, My eyes widened in fear, my virginity was given to a strange male wolf instead of my fiancé. *************** Ava, the daughter of the Blue River Pack Alpha, Robert. She was doted on by her father as a child. From birth to nineteen, she never left their small village. Until a festival party, her mate found her. The leaders of the Blue River Pack and the Shadow Pack have been sworn enemies for generations. The Shadow Pack lives on the sea, and their werewolves are rumored to be vulgar, savage, and fond of force. Her father has always taught her to stay away from the ruffians of the Shadow Pack, warning her that their aggressive and unpredictable ways make them untrustworthy and dangerous. However, her life changed when the leader of the ruffians found her. "Sweetheart, don't think about running away. Even your father can't stop me."
On her birthday, she was drugged, and her sister entered her fiancé's room instead of her, while she lost her virgin to a stranger in the neighboring room. Ten months later, she gave birth to a baby, and the next day, the baby's daddy came looking for her. "Do you have a house and savings?"she asked. The man looked puzzled. She accepted her fate and said, "Well, I guess I'm unlucky. From today on, I'll be responsible for earning money to support the family, and you'll be in charge of taking care of our baby." But who could have told her that the man she was supporting turned out to be a billionaire, the richest man in the town... And he was also a werewolf! So wait, her baby is a Hybrid?
He is a 33-year-old Lycan King, I'm a high school graduate. It's rumored that he was cursed by his first love, a dark witch who betrayed him, rendering him unable to feel the presence of a mate and sire offspring. To break the curse, he needed to find an 18-year-old virgin in the human world to serve as a surrogate. That's when I was chosen, and my stepmother sold me to him, signing the contract. During our first meeting, he coldly said, "Human, after giving birth to my child, you must return to the human world immediately." The reason I was chosen is that I resemble his first love. Could it be that I'm just a substitute for him? When I finally left the werewolf clan, he unexpectedly came looking for me with twin wolf cubs. "Methis, please, be the mother of my pups."
"Meet my sons, Mia. Sons, meet Mia, your soon-to-be step-sister." Then three tall, sturdy, muscular men joined us at the table and I had no doubt that they were my step-brothers. They looked just like their father. I gasped, shrinking in fear as I remembered where I had met them. Quinn, Jack and John, the triplets of misery in my high school life. I would be a fool if I ended up liking the boys who had bullied me and treated me like I wasn't worth shit. They are different at this time from the wolves in my dream. They are playing the role of a gentle older brother. I heard that they were in the Navy and I must admit that was where fitted them. I hoped that they met with men who were stronger than they were who could give them a taste of their own medicine and bully them, just as they had bullied me. Later, they claimed that I was their mate. "Keep it a secret from our parents, okay? We'll cherish you, Sis."
"I reject you, Omega." "Alpha Lucas, there seems to be a misunderstanding. It wasn't me who-" "Save your breath, Omega. I've heard enough." "I would never accept an Omega as my Luna. " his voice had declared, a harsh decree that had struck me like a dagger to the heart. "You should learn from your sister, instead of becoming a worthless omega, don't you feel ashamed of so many scandals? Leave now, you should understand that your actions will hurt Seraphina." ************ I was a lone wolf, entangled in a web of secrets and lies, and the notorious male wolf I had just shared a bed with was the last person I should have been involved with. And as I stood there, the weight of my past and the uncertainty of my future crashing over me, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the price I had to pay for my reckless pursuit of freedom. I will counterattack and become a unique female warrior under three packs so that everyone can no longer despise and ignore me.
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
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.
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.
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.