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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
When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge

When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge

I stood at the altar, ready to marry Nicole, the woman I' d given up everything for-my pro-gaming career, my entire life savings, all poured into her dreams. The priest' s words hung in the air, echoing across the Napa Valley vineyard: "Do you, Ethan Lester, take Nicole Anderson...?" Suddenly, a disheveled figure stumbled through the guests – Ryan Clark, her college ex, the "one that got away," clutching his head and declaring he was dying of an inoperable brain tumor. Nicole froze, her hand dropping from mine, her eyes wide with a horrifying mix of concern and sick romanticism. She turned from me, from our wedding, from our life, helping him to his feet and disappearing among the grapevines, leaving me utterly alone. A cold voice inside my head, belonging to the "pact" that governed my own dormant glioblastoma, clinically confirmed: "Condition check failed. Loyalty parameter at zero. Pact objective failed." My blood ran cold, not just from her betrayal, but from the chilling reality that the lie he spoke was the exact truth of my own silent, ticking death sentence. How could my entire sacrifice, my very life, be so easily dismissed for a transparent, manipulative sob story, when my own truth was far more devastating? With only one week left to live and a "final wish" granted by the pact, I made the only choice that mattered: Ryan' s supposed tumor would be completely and miraculously cured.
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.
The Idol's arrange marriage

The Idol's arrange marriage

Priya Shah is an Indian neurologist who is working in Seoul. She struggled a lot in her life and didn't have a good past. She is full of secrets and is married to a celebrity, which is also a little secret of her, Kim SeoJoon, a leader of one of the world-famous K-pop bands. A handsome and successful singer, Kim SeoJoon dated many Korean beauties. But his parents convinced him to get married to Priya whom he barely knew before. He got married to her for his family's happiness, but his thoughts were different about her. She is a pure, silent, and kind-hearted girl but He is cold and arrogant and hates Priya because of his past experiences with his love life. What will happen when their entirely different world collides? Will he be able to find out the secrets of Priya? Will these two completely distinct personalities find their happily ever after with each other? ****** I leaned to her level, but she squeezed her eyes. I came close to her face, "Let me see your black eyes, Priya." I moved my lips over her cheek. She slowly fluttered open her eyes. She tried to duck her face, but unconsciously I grasp her chin and moved her face up. Our eyes were locked on each other. I was trying to find something for myself in her eyes. I didn't know what to say, but still, I murmured against her cheek, "You look innocent," and then planted a soft kiss on the spot near the jawline. "But you're not. Are you?” She shivered with my touch and puffed out a little breath. She was trying to resist me, but her body was reacting to my touch. ****** Let's join the rollercoaster of a sweet love story of two people who are different but made for each other. Readers please follow me for updates and show your love and share your thoughts.