"Lor...Lord Kamaz" Zelda moaned as she held onto Ragnar's shoulders. She could feel the temperature of his skin and he was cold to the touch but yet she felt like she was burning. 'How is it possible that someone this cold could transfer this level of heat?' 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. "The whole Kingdom almost found out my secret today, little bird..." 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 scent...that scent that could only come from her. No one else had ever smelled so appealing in all his life. "I 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." He said, recollecting how close he was to decapitating his half brother. "Tell me...Did He Touch You?!" 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. "He didn't. You came before he could..." 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. "You need to go" He said and he removed his hands that had cornered her to the wall. She knew he was withdrawing from her...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 lady...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 her...again! People called her his poison but he called her 'his Antidote.
Raven black shoulder length hair....
Fierce eyes that give equal ferocity in gaze with baby blue orbs that darkens or exceptionally reddens, whenever he is angry - which he almost always is...
Thick brows not considered to be bushy...
Romania nose set in a pert form to the Creator's pattern..
Slightly thin lips that are rarely opened...
Sharp jawline that seems to be capable of opening a package and has spotted no beards or sometimes a stubble...
Broad shoulders that his shirts were always stuck with and many persons wished they could be his fabrics to be that close to his bronze like skin...
Tall and brooding...
Intimidating and territorial...
He is deemed beautiful in every way...
His beauty which isn't feminine in any way and would be rather demeaning to classify his chiseled masculine features as handsome was in every way...Ethereal
But...
Indeed there was a 'but'...
But, no one dared come close to this beauty of a man with god-like characteristics - because his features are the stark opposite of his acrid personality.
His name - Lord Ragnar Kamazotz.
Kamazotz meaning The Death Bat because people saw him as the one who brings death.
But that was all in the past - in ancient times - because presently, he is regarded as one of the most eligible and wealthiest bachelors in South Adabbon.
His empire spread in the land without strong restrictions and competition and like The Iron Army, he seemed unstoppable, breaching beyond the country and influencing other parts of the world.
These raised brows had brought about a lot of questions, praises and expected criticisms but no one dared stand up to him still. His enemies increased as swiftly as his riches did, but he was never bothered about that in the least.
He couldn't be...how could he, when he surpassed the whole lot of them by time and had been present when their bloodline began.
'Yapping little humans' He would comment in his heart.
He knew their plans and was very much aware of what they would think or say even before their brains formed the information.
'How pathetic!' He'd say again and with a sigh, he'd gulp on his red Alpine wine - the only wine that seemed to please him...sooth him even.
Today is the thirteenth day he has gone without resting his eyes.
His personal assistant - Norma Falkur - was beyond bothered and worried for his Lord, his boss, because this was the longest Lord Ragnar had gone without a nap but he could not bring himself to do anything because he knew the reason.
This time of the year was the time when he reminiscenced the most about her.
Her- his first and only love - Zeda Altair.
She has ceased to exist for more than seven centuries but he awaited her return and reincarnation.
Patiently sometimes and some other times wildly, by going on a rampage but none of his actions had brought her back to life and The Prophecy sometimes was doubted.
On the eighteenth day, Falkur could no longer sit still and watch his boss go through the pain he was going through because even though he was well aware that it would take more than half of the world to bring Kamaz down, he knew that his boss was weakening and dying inside.
Because of how he had neglected himself, his body system had obviously reacted and unknown to Kamaz, Falkur had seen when he had spurted blood from his mouth.
But quickly, he wiped it off and cleaned it from his lips and the corners of his mouth.
It would only be a matter of time before this would make him lose his human sanity and self to his vampire side and Falkur was beyond certain that the episode that would break out if that was to happen, would be uncontainable.
He feared for his boss because even as much as they were not supposed to reveal themselves because of their super abilities, the humans were not to be undermined because over the years, they have improved and improvised and have waxed stronger.
They would not like to know that such a creature lived among them and was even adored by them.
Humans are terrified of what they have no control over.
The Vampire therapists and Special Doctors have tried all they can to help him sleep and have his body rest but nothing was working.
Suppressant drugs no matter their route of administration was totally useless and all they could come up with was that he should be involved in whatever hobby that brings him comfort and pleasure - anything that drives stress far from him.
Falkur knew what it was, what could bring Kamaz' mind to rest and hopefully his body too.
It was The Cello playing.
In ancient times, what had kept Kamaz under control and had brought him peace was The Pipa and not just any Pipa, the sounds from The Pipa played by Zeda...Kamaz' Zeda.
Immediately, Falkur booked for all the Cello concerts that were going on for a whole month in South Adabbon.
He cleared all Kamaz' schedules and placed trustworthy persons over the diverse businesses for a whole month.
Kamaz knew Falkur was highly concerned for him and since he also wanted to get some calm in his mind that was working non stop every second, thinking of her, he agreed to go on the Cello tour and he hoped the artists would be skilled enough to calm his raging inner beast.
He sure had been craving to see some red on green.
Red - blood- splashed on a green field, sounded like a delectable idea to him but he wondered whose blood it would be.
Their luggages was packed, excess security dropped, tickets ready and they started the journey in search of what truly made more sense than drilling the heartless minds of businessmen.
“Answer 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. “What 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 do…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 mean…” 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. “You 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 “ 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 family’s 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.
“I’m 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 Jarek… like we said we would, “ Olivia said, hoping the tone of her voice would not betray her and convey her true need…her true desire. “Too late Liv.” Jarek said stunning Olivia. “As a Stark, it’s my duty to uphold the rules of any binding and keep to my end of the bargain but with you… 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 me…” Jarek replied and the last clause came out as a whisper as he tilted her chin up to face him properly. “I could go raving mad Miss Forte. Stay with me!” His last words had stolen the other words she had rehearsed earlier, it had snatched the willpower Olivia thought she had perfectly. “Kiss me Mr Stark. My name is Olivia and it feels pleasant to meet you, “ 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 ‘supposed’ reuniting kiss, intended to be soft and alluring graduated to something ferocious. Hands finding buttons, fingers sinking in hair… ********************* 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?!
‘’Zera..’’ I said, her name falling off my lips and her presence rising strongly in my heart and in the bearings of my soul. ‘’Zeus..’’ 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 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…
"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. ’My mate???’ "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?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."