"Okay class! That's all for today! Goodbye," said our professor as he gathered his things. I quickly tidied up Jay's stuff. Yes, I know his name-it's Jay. I put the tissue in his bag; he can throw it away later. He adjusted his pants. As soon as the professor left, our classmates stood up, and Jay quickly stood and pulled me outside. He seemed eager. Hahaha. He took me to the girls' restroom. Luckily, no one was inside, so we could enter freely. I pulled him into the farthest cubicle and quickly shut the door. He pinned me against the wall and kissed me hungrily. I returned his kiss, feeling his hand slowly glide up to my chest. "Hmp!" I moaned when he squeezed one of them. He moved quickly and urgently, so I broke away from his kiss. "Easy, babe. Relax!" I said, laughing as I stroked his arm to calm him down. He laughed at himself too. "I want you," he said huskily, lust and hunger visible in his eyes. I smiled at him and pulled his neck for another passionate kiss. His hands roamed my chest and butt. Our kiss was interrupted by my phone ringing. I pushed him away to see who was calling. It was Reign, my best friend and classmate. "What?" I answered. Jay continued kissing my neck, his hand still exploring. [Our fun time is interrupted. Another professor is coming in for our substitute class. Hurry up.] She hung up frantically. I frowned and pushed Jay to stop him from kissing me. "Next time. I still a class," I said before leaving him in there
Chapter 1
NAYA'S POV
I hurried to our classroom, which was quite far from here. I had to pass another building and then go up several floors.
I stomped up the stairs, and when I finally reached the flat floor, I sighed. I was more exhausted than earlier when I was with Jay. I smirked as I remembered him.
I didn't know he'd be that hungry and aggressive. He's hiding quite the lust.
Speaking of Jay, I heard him calling me from behind. I stopped; it was better to talk here near the stairs since no one was around. He might say something that others shouldn't hear.
"Naya," he called out, panting as he stopped in front of me.
"I have class, Jay. Next time," I said gently. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and ran a hand through his hair. He's hot and handsome, but attendance is important to me since it's my last year. I don't want to mess around and jeopardize my graduation!
"We're classmates in this subject. We don't have class, Naya," he said, seemingly doubting my excuse.
I grabbed his nape and pushed him against the wall. He was affected by what I did, anticipating my lips. He thought I was going to kiss him.
"Reign called me; we have a new professor, so we do have class today," I said while kissing the side of his jaw. He held my waist, clearly getting aroused again by my actions.
I sucked his neck one last time. I'm sure it'll leave a mark.
"There's always next time," I said before leaving him there. He was stunned for a moment before following me to our room.
So eager, can't wait? I just pleased him earlier, and he's still impatient.
Fortunately, the back door was open, so I entered that way. Our professor was facing the board, so I walked straight in and sat next to Reign in the middle row.
Even from behind, he looked appetizing. He was writing something on the whiteboard, wearing a black suit that highlighted his broad shoulders and sexy back. I bet he has a nice butt too.
"What's his name?" I whispered to Reign.
I nearly swore when he turned to face us. He's f*cking yummy! So handsome! He had a well-defined jaw, thick eyebrows, a pointed nose, and heart-shaped red lips. What I really liked were his eyes-they were like deep oceans, mesmerizing.
He's incredibly handsome. I think my panties just dropped.
He turned back to write again, seemingly not noticing me.
"Where did you go again?" Reign whispered to me, narrowing her eyes.
"Just around," I said while looking at the professor. His back alone was delightful.
"Were you with Jay when you went 'around'?" she teased, leaning slightly towards me.
"How did you know?" I asked, still gazing at the back of our professor.
I turned to her. Gossip spreads fast. I rolled my eyes; they're talking about me again. They're really interested in my love life.
"Someone saw Jay pulling you out of the restroom."
"I was with him, but only he reached heaven. I was on my way there when you interrupted," I said, pretending to be annoyed. We chuckled softly.
"Naya," a voice to my right called out. I turned and was surprised to see Jay. I looked to the front; fortunately, the professor was still facing the board.
"Reign, could you move to another seat? I need to talk to Naya," Jay said.
I turned to Reign, signaling her not to agree. What's his problem?
"Jay, you should find another seat. We'll talk later," I whispered, gently pushing him by the stomach.
"Come on, Reign," he pleaded with Reign. I widened my eyes at Reign, insisting she shouldn't agree.
"Jay, let's talk later, okay?" I said, getting irritated.
"What's the problem here?" boomed a deep voice.
My eyes widened in shock and anxiety. The new professor was in front of us, glancing back and forth between Jay and me. It seemed we had already caught his attention.
I couldn't speak-damn, he was really handsome! I was star-struck.
"Nothing, sir," Jay answered coolly, stepping away, but the professor pulled him back.
We gasped at his action. It wasn't rough, but it was surprising that he pulled Jay to face him again.
The professor pointed at something on Jay's neck with his marker, smirking as he examined it.
Damn, I think I know what it is.
"It looks new," he said darkly.
I squeezed my eyes shut. All our classmates were looking at us. Those seated on the right were grinning because they could see the 'new' mark he was referring to.
When I looked at the professor again, he was staring at me. My breathing hitched, and my heart started beating loudly. His eyes were locked onto mine, and I stared back. A few seconds later, his gaze dropped to my neck.
He let out a small, dark laugh before smirking at me.
"You have one too," he said darkly, pointing to the side of my neck. I waited for the tip of his marker to touch my neck, but he didn't do it.
"Whoooo!" our classmates cheered. I think they knew about the incident earlier. They saw Jay pulling me out of the room, so they knew the mark on Jay's neck came from me and the mark on my neck came from Jay.
I didn't feel embarrassed; instead, I laughed and grinned at them.
"Whoooo, Jay's lucky!"
"Flavor of the month, wish we all could be!"
I laughed with them and noticed Jay grinning too as his friends teased him. He seemed pleased to hear he was my flavor of the month.
"Is that why you're both late? Meet me in my office later, after class."
My laughter stopped, and so did our classmates' teasing. He looked cold and angry as he said that. We all fell silent.
He went back to his desk, looking stern and cold. What are we going to do in his office later?
"Is it true? Is Jay your flavor of the month now?" Reign whispered to me.
"Maybe," I said, smirking.
Maybe Jay, or maybe the guy writing on the whiteboard.
I started spinning my pen around my finger. I had drawn all sorts of things, but he still wasn't done with his discussion. Why should I care about the life of that author anyway? He's dead.
I glanced briefly to the front, where the elderly teacher was writing something on the blackboard. Her strong perfume reached all the way to the back row where I was sitting.
I rested my chin on my palm and propped my elbow on the desk. I turned to my seatmate and smiled when I saw who it was.
He was busy taking notes, writing something in his notebook.
He was wearing a plain white shirt and denim pants. He had a silver necklace with an airplane pendant. His hair was somewhat long, parted in the middle, and slightly curly at the ends.
He had a high nose, thin red lips, and somewhat chinky eyes. His face was long, but it made him more handsome because of his strong jawline and sharp chin. His fair skin added to his appeal.
He must have felt my gaze. He glanced at me. I smiled sweetly at him.
It was only now that I realized, we've been classmates for a long time, but I've never talked to him because we're both busy with other things. I know he's part of the basketball team. It's not that obvious since he's a bit thin, but his body is decent enough.
He glanced towards the front where the teacher was discussing, then looked back at me. He smiled and shook his head as I continued to stare at him. His perfect set of white teeth showed. Handsome.
"Can I borrow your pen?" I lowered my voice a bit.
He looked at my face first to check if I was serious before giving me his pen. I set my pen down and used his. I could feel his eyes on me.
"Can I borrow your notes?" I said this time. He smiled at me before handing me his notebook. I wrote in it.
"I'm bored."
I handed his notebook back. He read it quickly, smiled, then wrote something in it and gave it back to me.
"What do you want to do then?"
I grinned, sat up straight, leaned back, and wrote:
"Have fun."
I handed it back to him. He smiled when he read it. We stared at each other for a while. I teased him with my looks.
I glanced at his lap to see if anything was showing. Not yet.
He saw what I did. I pretended to look towards the front. I placed my hand on his leg and gave it a slight squeeze. He adjusted his seat, clearly affected by what I did. I smiled because of that.
To Be Continued..
What the heck! This famous apartment doesn't have an elevator? They said the elevator is broken, like I care. My day was already bad, and now my move-in day is ruined too! Life is just so unfair. I immediately looked for my assigned room so I could start arranging my things. I found it quickly and slid my card before turning the handle. But as soon as I started opening the door, I smelled something burning. I realized it was coming from my new place. I hurriedly opened the door fully and looked around to see where the smell was coming from. A man in the kitchen cursed. I couldn't see his face because he was facing away, busy with something. My eyes landed on what he was doing. It was burning! I quickly dropped my suitcase and rushed over to him, covering my nose from the smoke. "W-what's happening here?" I asked in a panic, still covering my nose. He turned to look at me, also covering his nose. "Who are you?" He asked in confusion, but we both stepped back as the flames grew. "Fuck! Fuck*ng fire! I hate cooking with this!" he yelled angrily, fighting the fire. I looked around for something to extinguish the fire and quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher. I used it to put out the flames. The fire was out in no time. I smiled and smirked at the sight of his burnt eggs. Seriously, he couldn't even cook eggs! He gave me a dirty look, and I tried to hold back my laughter because of his appearance, covered in the fire extinguisher foam. "Funny?" "Is everything okay in there?" "Is anyone hurt?" "We're coming in." Voices from outside shouted. I watched as my companion went to the door and opened it. "No one was hurt, everything is fine, thank you," he said quickly before closing the door. He paused and looked at my suitcase. "Ah, that's mine," I said. "No one asked." He replied coldly, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking away. He entered a room and slammed the door. I grabbed a towel from my suitcase and started wiping my face from the extinguisher foam. I couldn't help but laugh at myself and at him. Deep down, I wanted to burst out laughing at his appearance, but still, he was kind of cool, especially with his aura. I turned around when I heard someone cough behind me. It was the guy from earlier. Yeah, maybe he's my roommate. He looked down, making me curious. I glanced down to see what he was looking at. Wait, what? He's looking at my br*ast? No, maybe I'm just imagining things. "You study at H.U?" Reality hit me when I realized he was looking at my ID. I assumed too much, Farah Joy. "Yes," I replied shortly and continued wiping my face as he walked over to the fridge. I put my towel back and turned to see him standing in front of me, drinking a beer. Does he have powers? He appeared out of nowhere! "You forgot to use 'sir' when addressing me, Lady Farah." Wait, how does he know my name? I haven't even told him! And why should I call him 'sir'? Who is he? "I saw your name on your ID, woman. Don't overthink it," he said seriously before finishing his drink. I was wrong again, Farah Joy! I wanted to slap myself. "Oh, haha... haha! Right!" I said awkwardly, scratching my head. "B-but why do I need to call you 'sir'? Who are you?" I asked boldly. He frowned and suddenly laughed. Gosh, his laugh drives me crazy! I snapped back to reality when he leaned close to my ear and whispered something that made my eyes widen and almost drop my p*nty. "Well, I'm Kevin Tran." I felt his soft lips on my ear, gently biting it. He stepped back and left. "K-Kevin T-Tran? The famous professor? Gosh, my crush!" I whispered as he walked away. What kind of apartment is this? I met my crushâI mean, the most famous professor I've ever known. Sir Kevin. I have a crush on him too!! Ghoddd!!
I am here standing in front of my boyfriend's apartment, carrying gifts and food. Today is our 4th anniversary. We started dating when I was in 12th grade and he was a freshman in college. Now, he has graduated, and I am a 4th-year nursing student. I start knocking, and after a while, the door opens. "Surprise, love!" I happily greet him, but I notice that he doesn't look happy. "Love? Are you okay?" I ask. "Yeah, come in," he says, so I walk in. I look around, and it's dark. There are no lights on. His anxiety and trauma must have returned; he was like this when his mom passed away. I set the food on the table. "Love, are you okay?" I ask again. "Yeah," he says as he sits on the sofa, rubbing his head. I approach him and sit beside him. "Do you want me to massage you?" I ask, reaching out to touch him, but he moves away. "I have to tell you something," he says. Suddenly, I feel nervous. Please, don't let it be something bad. "Let's go out tomorrow. I didnât get a gift for today," he says, and my anxiety is replaced with happiness. "Okay, love!" I say cheerfully. "For today, I want you to go home and rest. Let's meet tomorrow. I want to be alone," he says, which hurts my heart again. I stand up slowly. "O-okay, love," I say, and as I am about to leave, he suddenly hugs me from behind. "Happy anniversary, take care," he says and kisses my cheek before letting go. I smile and leave his apartment. Author's POV After his girlfriend leaves, his father suddenly calls. Before answering, he sighs deeply. [When is your flight?] "Monday," he coldly replies. [You better be ready. Remember what your mom said to you before she died.] "I remember that. You don't need to say it," he says in a very cold voice. [You're leaving for America on Monday, and you havenât told your girlfriend yet, right?] He doesn't respond because he knows his father disapproves of his girlfriend. [Spend your last day with her, because it will be her last time spending a day with you.] He doesn't say anything and ends the call. He knows he loves his girlfriend deeply, but he made a promise to his mother. âSon, I know you will become like me, a famous model and actress. You must become a famous model and actor, okay? Even though I know I won't live long, I know you will fulfill my wish. I want you to be known by everyone because I know I have lacked so much for you. Iâm sorry, son, because your mom got sick.â His mother had leukemia and passed away when he was only six years old. Now he wants to fulfill her wish. The only problem is his girlfriend, who is still in the Philippines. Carmella's POV I woke up early because I am so excited about today! We're going out, ahhh!! It's Sunday, so no classes,! I am happily waiting for my boyfriend outside the apartment I share with my sibling. I'm wearing a white dress that goes to my knees. Itâs a formal dress with short sleeves and a V-neck. I'm also wearing a silver necklace he gave me on our first anniversary. After a while, a car stops in front of me. I smile as he gets out and opens the door for me. I get in and fix myself, but I feel a bit nervous today for some reason, bwahaha. He is wearing a maroon turtleneck, a long black blazer, and black pants. Wow, he looks so handsome.
Three black cars were chasing a taxi. The taxi driver tried to speed up despite knowing it was dangerous. Other vehicles complained about their speed due to their sudden overtakes. However, the three black cars didnât care. Their only focus was the woman inside the taxi. âZIEYAH! STOP THAT FUCKING TAXI!!â shouted the man leading the two other black cars while firing his gun. His throat nearly burst from the intensity of his shouting. **Zieyah Nicole Luxqinneâs Point of View:** I bowed my head, covering my ears from the loud gunshots. H-he really wonât leave me alone! âMiss! This is too dangerous, we might get hurt! Letâs just stop!â pleaded the taxi driver, who was unwittingly dragged into this mess. âN-no, sir!! Heâll kill me if he catches me!! Itâll be the end for me if he catches me. Please, sir! Drive faster!â I stammered and begged, tears streaming down my face along with cold sweat from fear. My voice was nearly hoarse from the terror. My whole body trembled, and I couldnât explain the feeling coursing through my entire systemâfear. I was terrified of being caught by him. I could also sense the driverâs fear. After all, he got involved because of me! This is my fault! Moments later, we heard another gunshot, and this time, it hit some part of the taxi, causing it to swerve. âThey shot the tire!â shouted the driver, desperately trying to brake. The taxi spun around, and I clung tightly to the side of the car. The noise of the car tires skidding was deafening as the driver tried to bring the car to a halt.
"Good morning, Elle!" Eri greeted me promptly. "Morning," I mumbled shortly and sat in my chair. He really annoys me! Well, if you're asking who Iâm referring to, it's just my cold, ungentlemanly husband. Hmp, he's lucky I love him. Yes, I'm married and I have feelings for him, although itâs just an arranged marriage. "Ohh? What happened to you? Why do you look like the sky and earth fell on you? Did you have another fight with your husband? Haha," Cia teased and moved to the chair next to mine. I didn't bother to answer her goddamn question and just rolled my eyes instead. I looked at Xyra, who was busy on her phone. Sheâs probably stalking Kuya Axel again. "Hey, Elle!" I scowled as I remembered what my dear husband did againâ "ASTHERIELLE LOUISVILLE!!!" I jumped and snapped back to reality when Cia shouted my full name. I glared at her, but she just made a peace sign. "Are you trying to make me deaf, huh, woman?" I asked irritably, but she just rolled her eyes at me. "Weâve been calling you for a while, but it looks like youâre busy daydreaming," Eri said, moving closer to Xyra, who was still busy on her phone and smiling. I just pouted and said sorry. "Why are you spacing out? Is there a problem?" Cia asked. I just shook my head and nudged Xyra. "What?" she asked in confusion, seemingly unaware of what was happening around her. "Ouch! Damn," she complained when Cia smacked her on the head, glaring at her. They ended up chasing each other like children. Eri and I just shook our heads.
"Ugh!!! Stop it, Vaughn!! You're making me horny!!" I said seductively while Vaughn kissed my neck. I looked into the front mirror of the car we were riding in and saw Vaughn's wife staring back at me. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched us. I smirked when our eyes met and moved even closer to Vaughn. I stroked his hair while he kissed my neck and squeezed my ample chest with one hand. I moaned louder to encourage him further. I wasn't disappointed as he started to remove his coat. When I glanced again at his wife sitting in the front, she was crying, covering her mouth to stifle her sobs. Our driver remained indifferent, as Vaughn had strictly forbidden him from interfering with our activities. Their job was all they should focus on if they didn't want to be punished or lose their employment. "Yes! That's right! Feel the pain deeply! Because it's not enough to atone for your sins against me! I'll make you experience hell until you end your own life! And I'll start with your beloved husband!" I thought, smiling as I watched Vaughn's wife cry. "This is just the beginning. We haven't even reached the exciting part yet!"
Everyone thought he was just a spoiled brat who flirted with anyone because he had a powerful father who could give him all the luxuries in life. Contrary to what most people know, Acadia was just a lost soul eager to find love and peace within her. He is a flying eagle, complete with wings and at the peak but he does not know what for and what is the reason of his life. She thought she could tame him, but the guy has it's own principles in life. A man hard to reach and unworthy of his kind. Meeting Seigneur was one of her plans but falling in love with him isn't. She thought that her love for him would save her from her grief but the man only doubled her suffering.
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
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.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, âSheâs quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and youâre crossing me.â The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Â