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?
Ashley Richard has been in love with Zion Thompson since childhood. Their parents agreed to an arranged marriage between them. Ashley was quick to accept it as it has been her long time dream. However, Zion was against it. He has grown and wanted someone else. Ashley did everything she could to be the perfect wife. Even putting her ambition of becoming a doctor. After three years of trying, what she got In returned was a divorce papers from her husband. Saying he wants her out of his life. Years passed and Ashley became the doctor she has always wanted to be. One day, she came across a strange patient, who happened to be her ex-husband. "Doctor Ash, I need your expertise." "What is wrong with you, Mr Thompson?" She asked. His eyes grew soft as he spoke. "My heart is broken and only you can mend it." "You see, Mr Thompson. I am a doctor, not a love expert. I can only treat your bear when it is failing. I cannot mend it with desire."
Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly’s first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart. Lexi Gilbert. The woman Pierce could never forget even if he had already been arranged to marry Kelly. *** Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. *** Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. *** Her Prince Charming vs. Her Devil Stepbrother? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate?
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."
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."