"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?!
OLIVIA'S POV
Looking through my window, I could tell that the sun was not too intense and neither were
the clouds gloomy. It was just perfect!
The wind that blew in didn't aim to throw me off balance and had instead sent a smooth
caress across my skin. One that even my boyfriend has not been able to give me for a
while... a good while.
I swallowed back the ball of emotion that was threatening to build up in my throat.
Today is a Saturday. Saturdays spell freedom, and for me, they majorly spell rest, and I was
not going to let anything disturb me from having that rest ... not even the thoughts of my
boyfriend.
With a sigh, I walked up to my bed and slid under the covers. At least I had the giant teddy
bear that Garland - my boyfriend - had bought for me in our very first year together, to
console and cuddle me somewhat.
I had barely closed my eyes for three seconds when the sound of my phone ringing broke
the quiet in my apartment. My fingers hunted it immediately as I felt around the bed for it.
'Of course, it can only be you!' I thought with a smile as I looked at my screen and saw my
best friend's name boldly splattered on it, with an abundance of heart-shaped emojis -which
she had insisted on - surrounding it.
"Good day ladybug. To what do I owe this rather pleasant call" I said, my voice rising a notch
at the word 'pleasant!'.
There was a pause for a second and I thought she had not heard me.
"You sound like you are still on your bed Olly. I swear I'll kill you if I find out you are not
dressed yet," Maya said, and I could practically see the sneer that must have lifted her upper
lip.
She knows me. Even though she wasn't anywhere close to me, she could tell exactly what I
was up to.
But...I could hear the seriousness in her voice and I knew what that meant.
'There is something I'm supposed to do...something I had promised her to do that I wasn't
doing currently!' I thought as I tried to search the archives of my brain at record speed for
what this 'something' could be.
At the last millisecond, my brain picked up on a conversation I had last night with her.
I had been so tired and just wanted to sleep that I had agreed to whatever her proposal was.
Her boyfriend had bailed out on going with her to a wedding her mother had forced her to
attend. She had asked me to go with her as her plus one even though she knew her mother
would give her an ear full about it. She just did not want to go to a wedding she was being
forced to attend, especially without someone she was at ease with.
"The heck! I'll be done in thirty minutes!" I said and I immediately hung up on her before she
could rant. Her rantings would come later. Time was far gone and I had not planned for this.
A very scattered room, the heel of a broken shoe, and a silky purple gown later, I was ready
to go with Maya to the wedding.
As much as I loved staying in my room so much -like very much - I love Maya more and I'd
do almost everything for her.
*******************
As we walked into the church, we tried to look for a free bench where we could settle our
ass** and a little boy suddenly ran loose from the other pew and poured the contents of his
juice box on my dress.
"Shit!" I cursed quietly.
"Oh damn!" Maya said.
Maya wanted to follow me out to have it cleaned but her mother could think she was trying to
ditch this part of the program and come up with something more scheming to plague her.
"I got this," I said to her before I turned and did a small run out from the church as I ignored
the pitiful and uninterruptible stares of some persons in the congregation.
There was still a patch on my dress a few minutes after some good scrubs but I decided to
go into the church like that before Maya got worried about my whereabouts.
Immediately, I entered through the door; everyone in the congregation was clapping as they
were standing.
The bride and groom were smiling cheerily at each other and the groom held the bride's
neck for a kiss that had him dipping her and had her snuggling closer into him.
'So sweet!'
But when they turned to face the congregation properly, my heart sank to the sole of my
shoes.
The groom was awfully familiar...unsettlingly recognizable.
My legs dragged me forward because it appeared I was seeing illusions.
'Or have I been thinking so much about Garland that I am beginning to see his face on the
face of other males...on the face of the groom?'
The applause and cheers were beginning to diminish, and my ash-filled mouth worked its
way till it was able to let out words.
"Garland?" I questioned, my eyes prickly with tears that were on the verge of being shed.
My legs and the torrent of emotions I was feeling had carried me close to the altar.
'Probably my Garland has a lost twin no one knows of. But...'
The smile on his face was gone, his jaw was tense and I could surprise laced in those foggy
eyes I have come to adore.
The bride looked at the groom. "Do you know her, Garland?" She asked.
'Is it possible this lost twin's name is also Garland?' I thought.
His Adam's apple bobbed before he opened his mouth and his voice could not be mistaken.
"No...not at all my love. I have never seen her in my life!"
Everywhere suddenly became too bright, my head felt too heavy for my body, and I nearly
toppled backward, but a steady hand wrapped around my waist, causing my unexpectedly
chilled skin to relish in a bit of warmth.
My teary eyes travelled from a veiny hand to a beautiful face, and he looked a little familiar. I
could not think much of who this person was because I turned and buried my face into his
chest.
I cried, my lips too scared of the reality behind me to utter a word.
Nonetheless, I was soaking this stranger's shirt with reckless abandon, letting his leather and
fougere scent take me from the scene behind that was stabbed into my heart
âAnswer 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. âWhat 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 doâŚhow I want to do it and with whom I choose. Hell, I'll even spread my legs wide open for Gerald if it would meanâŚâ 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. âYou 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 â 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 familyâs 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.
âLorâŚLord Kamazâ Zelda moaned as she held onto Ragnarâs shoulders. She could feel the temperature of his skin and he was cold to the touch but yet she felt like she was burning. âHow is it possible that someone this cold could transfer this level of heat?â 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. âThe whole Kingdom almost found out my secret today, little birdâŚâ 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 scentâŚthat scent that could only come from her. No one else had ever smelled so appealing in all his life. âI 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.â He said, recollecting how close he was to decapitating his half brother. âTell meâŚDid He Touch You?!â 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. âHe didn't. You came before he couldâŚâ 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. âYou need to go" He said and he removed his hands that had cornered her to the wall. She knew he was withdrawing from herâŚagain. 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 ladyâŚhis 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 herâŚagain! People called her his poison but he called her âhis Antidote.
ââZera..ââ I said, her name falling off my lips and her presence rising strongly in my heart and in the bearings of my soul. ââZeus..ââ 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.
âYou thrill me little one. You make every damn principle of mine waver. You do it effortlesslyâŚwithout even trying. Who are you really Amelia?â 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. âJust the least of your assets. Nothing more than something you ownâ 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. âWhat are you doing Massimo?â Amelia asked. Her voice low, so as to not attract anyone. âI don't seem to own youâŚyou seem to own meâ I said as I parted her legs - her gown hiking higher - and I stood in between them. âWhat do youâŚâ Amelia started but I placed a finger across her lips. âI want you little one and I can't wait anymoreâ I said, my voice husky with desire and want as I pulled her waist closer to me. âLet me taste you PiccinoâŚâ I said. âThen have a tasteâŚjust a tasteâ Amelia said, wrapping her hands around my neck and shocking me to the core. âA taste it isâŚâ 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 pricelessâŚ
"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. âMy mate???â "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?
On her wedding day, Khloeâs sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didnât 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 Henrikâs cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. ăJust this useless person, I'm giving him to you.ă
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 statureâthe 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!"
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.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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."