With his index finger, he tilts my head in his direction, captivating my attention and making me laugh with the savage expression on his face. I get a jolt right up my spine as I see the weight and dark yearning in his grey eyes. I feel the hardness pressing between my legs and him while everything else around us fades away. "What are you doing to me, Clara?" His voice hoarse and completely enthralled, he whispers. I'm closing my eyes and waiting for his lips to gently meet mine as his face dips. I'm holding my breath waiting for his touch, my entire body burning. The disturbed bad boy Hudson Zane, who nearly killed another kid in the middle of the school corridor, is well-known to everyone in Clara Oliver's village. When one looks into Hudson's eyes, all that is seen is utter loathing and rage. Everyone, even Hudson, believes he's beyond saving. Not Clara, though. Clara noticed more in those seductive grey eyes than just the seemingly idealistic nice girl. Something to cling to. Both Hudson and Clara sense the strong, unmistakable connection between them as soon as their eyes meet, but they are unable to pinpoint the exact reason for it. Clara must question if she is rescuing Hudson from his darkness as they get closer and more exposed. Is she merely drawing him closer to her?
The hallways were filled with screams. Everyone was running toward the screams instead of away from them. Several folks sped past me, nearly toppling my backpack off my shoulder as they brushed past. Everyone was excited to see whatever was going down.
I ignored my better judgment and followed the student wave after readjusting the strap on my rucksack.
I rounded the corner in the corridor cautiously and looked over the gathering mass of nodding heads while standing on my tiptoes. They were all staring at something I couldn't quite see yet, muttering to each other. I dodged under a few arms and worked my way to the front, slowly ignoring the strong smell of hormonal teenagers who still hadn't realized the value of deodorant.
My conscience was warning me to turn around and avoid getting entangled in the chaos unfolding a few feet in front of me. However, there was an even more powerful force propelling me ahead into the growing cluster of pupils. I continued to crouch and edge closer.
Then I caught sight of him.
slamming the face of another lad.
Hudson Zane, covered in blood and perspiration, appeared oblivious to the gathering crowd surrounding him and the spectacle he was creating. His white shirt was lying limply across his body, shredded, perhaps by the other guy's futile attempt to stop him. His ripped lip and broken nose sent dark blood streaming down his chiseled chest and over his destroyed shirt.
He was also red-cheeked and puffed up, and he kept pulling back and hitting the other boy in the face. His attacks had an almost animalistic rage and aggressiveness. It was unlike anything I had ever seen.
Teachers were yelling and buzzing about anxiously, begging the lads to stop but being too scared to physically intervene to stop Hudson's fists. However, the crowd's jeers were so loud that their entreaties to stop were hardly audible, with most of them joyfully screaming Hudson's name. This was a performance put on solely for our amusement.
For Hudson, though, this went beyond a performance. I noticed it in his gaze.
His eyes captured my attention amid all the mayhem, screaming, and overpowering body odor. The innate desires underlying his irises. His grey eyes, trained on his opponent, possessed a particular intensity, a calculated desire for agony. If you didn't pay close attention, you may believe Hudson had lost his mind. However, Hudson had complete control over each wound he caused and each contraction and release of his powerful, slender body. He was fully aware of what he was doing. He was going at the boy in front of him with all of his might and no mercy.
His eyes yearned for anguish, and he intended to extract it from the youngster by aggression and gore. I felt something deep in my chest, something other than terror, as I stared into the depths of his eyes.
I was so engrossed in the idea of this child in front of me taking another person's life that I lost count of time. I was unsure of the amount of time that had gone by when three police officers, not the small-framed high school security officers, had their large arms encircling Hudson and attempting to yank him away. They were able to extract him from the other boy, even though he was giving them serious competition.
I had a clear view of the victim of the Hudson as paramedics attended to his opponent. He was someone I knew from my fourth period. Tyler Herring is a boy who once made fun of our teacher's receding hairline and offered me notes when I was sick with the flu. I knew him, I had interacted with him; he was a human being in need of CPR.
I glared back at the creature who had done this to him, sneering at the idea of him still standing there, pretending he hadn't nearly killed Tyler. I was going to avert my gaze when he noticed it. And he grasped it.
Once more, I had conflicting emotions that told me to flee and never turn around, and to have the bravery and confidence to stare this monster of a boy down. He was dabbing a damp towel over his bloodied face as I watched, and I hated myself for thinking such thoughts. His blood-streaked, aristocratic nose, with its flawless slope, was displaying a new bump. Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but notice the deep Cupid's Bow above his luscious lips, which were now swollen and quite bloody.
He had an uneven nose and a split lip, but he was oddly attractive.
His eyes were revealing his feelings once more, but this time I was unable to interpret what was going on there. However, even as he turned away, I could still feel his gaze on me and his ability to see right into my soul.
"Hi, I'm here for the job interview," I uttered tremblingly as I turned to face the most attractive man I had ever seen. He looked so attractive; his dark ash brown hair brushed back. His wicked, lethal look might murder with its dark eyes. His face was expressionless due to his tiny lips that created a straight line. His great stature towered over me, as did his exquisite features, sculpted by the hand of God. He embodied everything that made a Greek god. "And you are?" he said in a low, husky voice, maintaining his emotionless demeanor. His icy eyes continued to look into mine as I trembled to speak, "I-I'm Miranda Lucas." He didn't say anything, and when at last his gaze shifted from me to a file in his hands, the room fell silent. Before turning back to face me, he spends a few minutes staring down at the paperwork in his hands. "Age?" "27" was all I said, feeling uneasy once more from his intense looks. He gave a slight nod, then glanced back down at the file. He closed his file and turned to face me, saying only, "You're hired." My eyes widened as I met his. Is that all? Not asking any more questions? • Five years ago, Miranda was drugged by one of her friends and end up pregnant with a stranger's baby. She was against abortion, so when she became despondent, she had no choice but to give birth to the baby. Nine months after giving birth, someone stole her one-week-old baby. After making unsuccessful attempts to find her baby, she was traumatized and spent the rest of her life being afraid to have children or around children. But when she found herself jobless and in debt to her landlord, everything changed. After applying for jobs and getting rejected for every one of them, Miranda found a babysitting job online. All she had to do was look after the CEO's son in exchange for weekly pay, but what would happen if the CEO's son happened to look a little bit like her?
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
She got the surprise of her life on her Fiance's birthday which shattered her whole being completely. Seeing the love of her life banging her best friend, wasn't enough. She got expelled from school due to the sex tape her Fiance had released out of anger and pride for breaking up with him.Her reputation and that of her father is threatened, her business is crumbling and she has now become a laughing stock.To save her self from the shame that was looking around her existence, she had to accept the marriage contract.However, she got contracted to the wrong Alpha who ripped her existence apart.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Betrayed by her fiancé and stepsister a day before her wedding shattered all Lina's dreams about love. She was heartbroken and in pain. Being drugged and unknowingly loosing her virginity to a stranger is not as painful as being betrayed by her loved ones. She promised to make her pretentious step sister and her unfaithful fiancé pay back hundredfold for what they did to her. On her journey to seek revenge, the stranger she had a one night stand with, came knocking at her door with a marriage contract in hand. Without her knowing he was the one she has that blissful one night stand with, she agreed on the marriage contract for some reasons. Will she find out he was the one she had that blissful one night stand with? Will she fall in love with him after being betrayed? Will she be able to get her revenge on those that betrayed her? Find out in this amazing book "Contracted After Being Betrayed"