Minutes upon minutes pass and yet there was no bride coming, which is getting me pissed off. Why will I have to wait this long for her? The atmosphere slowly began to erupt with different whispering and murmuring voices, people turning to their partners, some turning to their seatmate while murmuring something, stealing glances at me. I feel so embarrassed right now. "Frank, what is going on? Where is my bride!?" My cold tone is loud enough for anybody to hear. "Err---boss," Before Frank could answer the tall wooden door of the hall, push it open with force, one of my men racing in, Boss, your bride has escaped!" The whole place went silent for a moment as if struck by lightning before it burst into different loud mocking voices and ill statements. "Alert the warriors and send messages to all the embassies to stop any flight!" I turn towards Frank, giving him the order. "Okay boss!" He salutes with a slight bow and descends the altar, disappearing into the wind to go carry out his assignment. I release the tie from my neck, feeling all choked up; I am boiling inwardly. "What are you planning to do!?" Hunts rush towards me. I start to undo the buttons of my suit, "Leave my bride to me, Mr. Hunts; I know how to handle her since you failed in doing so." I reply in a very calm and collected tone. "Listen, she is just naive; don't do anything stupid, okay?" He requests. "Mr. Hunt, it seems you are forgetting that this is a business deal; let me handle my part. You have given me your daughter as part of the deal, so let me handle things concerning her." I whisper into his ear, with eyes glistening dangerously. "Besides, will you marry a wife for me and still teach me how to fuck her!?" He grunts at that statement, "WHAT OUT!"
*Marcella POV*
"Another shot!" I demand, slamming the shot cup back to the counter. The bartender pours more liquor; I pick it up close to my mouth and gulp it all down my throat. My throat burns as a punishment for my greediness.
"Hello Damsel!" I made an annoying sound and turned to look at the owner of the deep, husky voice. His face screams perfection: brooding shoulders that would be so sexy to wrap arms around, arms covered with beautiful tattoos, and a few piercings on both sides of his ear, nose, and tongue, I guess. I drool for some minutes but slap myself back to reality. I should be worried about my life right now, not drooling over a stranger; I've just a few hours as a single lady.
"Do you mind having a drink with me?" I roll my eyes at his polite approach. I know what dudes like him want. I flap my chocolate hair rudely, my brown eyes checking him out.
"Go over that dancefloor; you will find the pawn you are looking for; they are all tailored to your taste." I watch the strange man from the corner of my eyes; his face forms a deep frown, but he quickly replaces it with a sweet smile.
"You got good acting skills," I score him in my mind. I snap my fingers in the air, thereby calling the bartender.
"Give this gentleman six cups of short; I will pay; at least let me pay him for his entrainment." My words hold a hint of sarcasm; the strange man chuckles, and I arch my brows at him.
"I hope you don't mind sharing it with me, or are you a newbie in alcohol?" I feel my body boil at that statement; it lessens my ego as a person. "Two more shots, please," I order foolishly. I have reached my limit, but I hate when someone dares me; it hurts my ego.
He drank the six shorts repeatedly and was able to finish it within a minute. I am tempted by his performance and also decide to prove to him that I'm up to the task; it turns out to be my greatest mistake. As soon as I'm done taking the two shots, making it a total of ten shots I have taken for the night, my mind becomes foggy. I could barely stand properly or hold my sight; my eyes were spinning heavily.
"Are you okay?" I feel the strange's breath fanned my ear; he is too close, too fucking close; he is calling out my hormones at this state. I badly wanted to push him away; he was looking like a sweet temptation right now.
"Where are you heading? I can take you there." His question reminds me of home, a home that used to be my haven but now is like a haunted house to me.
"Please, don't take me home." I cry out like a baby, tugging the shirt of the strange man. "Take me to somewhere safe, somewhere away from the world." I plead, hands clutching onto the button of his vintage shirt; his cologne calls me further until I find myself sniffing him like a pig.
"Alright, mia cara (my dear), I will get you to my haven." My face tilted up only to make contact with his dark grin, which made me go weak on my knees.
He leads me towards the upper floor of the club; we trot further until we get to a particular door; he swipes the key card across it; it makes a ding sound, and it opens. We both walk inside; I was wobbling heavily, but he holds me, his warm hands providing the support that I need.
He gently placed me on the bed like a gentleman and went down in front of me. I gasped, highly waiting for a proposal or something, but his next action made a gush of embarrassment wash past my face. Of course, he simply wants to help me take off my heels. What was I thinking? Was I expecting a ring? Pathetic!
He softly lifted my slender legs one after the other and took off my heels. His moves were so posh that heat built up in my face. I have never seen any man treat me this way.
I feel like Cinderella, who is in the arms of her prince charming; although I'm a princess in truth, I know I can never have a prince charming.
His hands accidentally brushed past my thigh, and it caused a spark, my blood running wild. I don't know why, but all of a sudden, I badly crave a man's touch, my core throbbing with need.
"Do you need me to prepare a bath for you?" His voice was so sweet and tempting, and his gray eyes bore into mine; I could read 'lust' he craves me, just how much I crave him.
"Damn this, fuck the pretense, fuck being a virgin!" I curse inwardly, swiftly attacking the handsome stranger with my mouth. He didn't hold back as well; our bodies heated up more as the kiss turned intense, and before we could figure out what was happening, our clothes were already flying out to the ground of the room while we pushed ourselves further into the bed.
"Hmm!" I moan out, wrapping my legs around his waist, exploring deeper into his alluring and delicious lips.
"God! MIA(Mine)!" He groans out in his sweet Italian accent, making me more aroused.
"I want every inch of you!" He breathes out, our breath hitching into each other's ears. This just seems like we have been lovers for years, who reunited; the chemistry was one I never thought existed; it felt like I understood what he wanted, and he, in return, understood me. I can't believe the great Marcella Hunt is in the arms of a man, making out! I bet the world I came from will die from shock if they ever see this.
My thoughts were cut short by a harsh penetration. "Argh!" I scream out like a banshee when I feel my hymen tear most brutally. I have taken a huge risk and here is what happens next......
Emma's eyes turned colder at the statement the young man in front of her made. "Bliss, take my son inside." She ordered the nanny, and as soon as they left her side, she faced the cruel man who happens to be her husband. "What is this?" She raised the papers that were given to her, playing dumb.You want a divorce?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Over my dead body! Do you think I will free you? Do you think I will allow my poor son to suffer? I don't give a damn about this marriage, but I do about my son. I wouldn't allow you and your stupid mistress to destroy the last joy I have." She deadpanned, flinging the papers into the air. She walked past Arizona, who was stunned at her attitude; she was not like this years ago. What happened to the shy, naive, chubby, and ugly Emma!? Is this the same teenager he impregnated and got married to? What is going on? Who is this beautiful disaster!? Impregnated and married off at seventeen? What led to it? What or who made her this way? Who will feel her wrath when she realizes she ought to be treated right? Find out as you read this incredible story!!!!
I stare at the naked figure besides me in amusement. I still can't believe that this man is the one making me moan crazily like a mad woman. His dirty words, his touch, the things he does to me, and the things he makes me do, felt really crazy but enjoyable. My life has become engulfed by him, making me madly obsessed and addicted to him. If I don't see him, I will feel uncomfortable and sad. He has become a vital part of my life, my breath, and everything! He makes me feel so good; he makes me feel like a real woman. He is the only one who can send me to hell and drag me back. The rate at which he handles my body when it tangles in his, the sexual chemistry, the burning pleasurable desire, and the way my body writhes in his addictive touch make me go lustfully crazy. I don't know if such feelings ever existed before! My mother never mentioned this to me; she even barely spared time to teach me sex education. But here I am, having a bonus, a premium of the real thing, and the unfortunate part is that he is my coach! A 30-year-old married man! While I'm just a 19-year-old trainee of his!
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
"Who is she?" I asked, feeling tears well up in my eyes. "He met her at the Alpha training camp," he said. "She is a perfect suitor for him. It snowed last night, indicating that his wolf is happy with his choice." My heart sank, and tears made their way down my cheeks. Alexander took my innocence last night, and now he is taking that thing in his office as his Luna. **** Emily never shifted on her 18th birthday and became the laughingstock of the pack. When her old crush, Alexander Black, returns from Alpha Training, she never expected him to be her mate. After a night of passionate love, Emily finds out that young Alpha Alexander has taken a chosen mate. Heartbroken and humiliated, Emily runs off and disappears from the pack. Now, five years later, Emily is a high-ranking warrior in King Alpha's army, specializing in sensitive matters. When her best friend invites her to a night of music and laughter, she never expects to run into her mate, Alexander. Will Alexander figure out it is Emily? Will he chase after her, and most of all, will Emily be able to keep her secrets safe?
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."
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but Little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.