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Attraction by Laila Ali

Attraction by Laila Ali

DARK ROMANCE "I told you, every breath you'd take, I would be aware of it," he said moving closer towards her making her take a step back. Her heart was palpitating wildly unable to withstand the intensity his eyes hold which made her eyes to move down on their own. He took one more step and she again backed away. "Didn't I, Roshanay?" he cocked his brow, his hand itching to grasp her neck. One more step by him and now her back touched the wall. She had now nowhere to go and dread was creeping up her nerves. Her eyes helplessly looked towards the door and then at him who was moving towards her with that vicious glare but a calm composure. His calmness was making her shudder, she could already feel her forlegs shivering not able to withstand her weight. She felt like she was standing in a lion's den and the lion was ready to pounce on her and break her neck. "You know," he stood infront of her, his hand beside her head and at that moment she just only wanted to hide in the wall, "what I want to do with you right now?" Her fear filled eyes just looked at him and she couldn't find her voice anymore. "Strip you off your clothes and belt the hell out of you," he muttered, "Please no! Don't do this to me!" she shrieked and within a flash he grasped her arm and threw her on the bed. Jumping over, he dug his fingers in her cheeks puckering her lips. "You need a punishment Roshanay" he gritted before pulling back. "Please no!" "Dont you dare utter a word! Not a single voice! I told you, you carry my fucking name! My fucking name! You're my woman!" he shouted making her sob loudly, "And you still had the audacity?!" he roared. By now his shirt was off of him while his hands released the belt. "Now face the consequences" And with a harsh tug, the sound of ripping of her shirt was heard followed by her heart wrenching scream
He Broke Me, Now Watch Me Shine

He Broke Me, Now Watch Me Shine

Chloe thought the positive pregnancy test in her trembling hand would finally save her cold, three-year marriage to Alistair. But before she could tell him, her best friend Elara blocked her path, dangling an identical lab report and whispering that she was also carrying Alistair's child. Elara even smugly admitted she had orchestrated the fake cheating scandal that made Alistair hate Chloe in the first place. When Alistair arrived, Elara threw herself into his arms, faking an attack and a sudden miscarriage. Alistair violently shoved Chloe to the ground, ignoring her desperate confession about her own pregnancy. To protect his mistress, he threatened to bankrupt Chloe's adoptive parents to force her into signing the divorce papers. "You think that some bastard child is going to threaten me?" He then ordered his loyal driver to take her to Widow's Leap and plunge her locked car off the rocky cliff. As the windshield shattered and freezing black water filled her lungs, Chloe curled around her stomach in absolute terror. She couldn't understand how the man she loved so deeply could ruthlessly execute her and their unborn baby just to pave the way for a venomous liar. Three years later, inside the city's most exclusive bridal boutique, renowned couture designer Chloe Shen adjusted her immaculate dress. Looking at her reconstructed face in the mirror, she turned to greet the newly engaged Alistair and Elara with a perfect, chilling smile, her revenge finally beginning.
The Glory of the Billionaire

The Glory of the Billionaire

Zachary Danvers had everything he could ever want. He was successful, famous, wealthy, and surrounded by women, but there was something he lacked-a family. He'd watched other people with the ones they loved, the sense of belonging that he craved. He longed for the warmth of that connection, the bond that went deeper than anything his status or wealth could provide. Karina Hart, or Kari as her friends called her, was known as the best diagnostician in her field. She was sharp, intelligent, and respected, but behind her professional facade, she carried a heavy burden-a past she'd worked tirelessly to bury. No one truly knew the depths of her history, and she intended to keep it that way. The two found themselves at a lively party, laughter echoing around them as people danced and mingled. The air was thick with joy, and Zach couldn't help but be drawn to Kari's quiet beauty and grace. They spent the evening talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. The chemistry between them was undeniable, an unspoken connection that seemed to pull them together. But just as the night seemed perfect, Kari's phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a single, cryptic message. Her face drained of color, her hand trembling as she stared at the words. "It's happening again." Zach noticed her sudden shift, the way her smile faltered. He took her hand, squeezing it gently, offering comfort she didn't even realize she needed. "What's wrong, Kari?" She hesitated, but the weight of her past was too heavy to ignore. "I have to go," she murmured, voice barely a whisper, but the panic was clear in her eyes. Zach didn't let go of her hand, his grip firm, determined to help her face whatever had come to haunt her. The night had taken a turn, and as Kari's past resurfaced, it wasn't just her future on the line. Zach knew that with the danger now circling, they were both at risk-her past had found them, and it would stop at nothing to tear them apart.
Prometheion: I'm Dating Hermes!

Prometheion: I'm Dating Hermes!

He tipped his baseball cap. The stranger's grin revealed bits of crumbs. "And you are...?" I noticed the checkered scarf around his neck. "Hermes." "The brand?" "The man." He sent dancing fingers through the air in a snazzy salute. "G'morning, sweetheart. Loved the sandwich." "Apparently," I mumbled. "So, how did you get in? The doors are locked, and I didn't hear any breaking glass." I looked him up and down. "Get lost on the way to a toga party?" Maybe he was a crazy frat bro. "My life's a party - I bring it with me, or steal Dionysus' thunder." He sipped from a chipped coffee mug, then ah'ed appreciatively. "By Jove's hairy derriere, what a drink. Wine pales in comparison. To the gods of old, and young days long since gone." He wandered into my dining room. "We don't love them til they're gone." My eyes convulsed. "Sorry, but who did you say you were?" I looked at his hands. They were tapered like the fingers of an artist who smuggled on the side. His eyes bespoke whimsy. Looking at this stranger was, in fact, like taking the first, dangerous bite of a melty grilled cheese. "Hermes: the man, not the scarf," ___ My George Foreman grilled cheese was so unholily good, it summoned the Greek God Hermes! Now, I'm on an epic quest to save my father Prometheus from the clutches of Zeus, and restore Hestia's temple flame to Olympus with the fabled Prometheion flower my beloved father Prometheus spent his life hiding. But with the Titans plotting, Cronus rising, and Zeus as dastardly and cunning as ever, all enemies to Hermes and I, can the sexy Messenger God and I make it through, or will I become the ultimate Human Sacrifice?