anaerobic love deep sea prisoner

Everyone knew I was hopelessly in love with Hendrick Sam, willing to sacrifice my dignity for him. In the two years we were together, he would drop everything and leave me in the hospital whenever his “one true love” called. People mocked me, saying, “Chloe, you must really enjoy being a doormat.” I just smiled and stayed silent. Later, when he was on his deathbed, he asked, “Chloe, did you ever really love me?” I turned my back on him. Because it was never him I loved, it was his heart.

Everybody believes he doesn't like her because he never leaves the chance to bully Reese. Whatever she does he always knows how to wrong her. If she says she has to go north, he takes her to the south. She is afraid of him; always try to run away like a frightening kitten as soon as he appears. But what she and others don't know that she is the only one who holds his heart and possessed him. This is a story of Armaan Lee & Reese Beck, whose cute love journey was like a sea-saw, where she is clueless but he is resolute. Be my companion to experience their love story, where Armaan does everything, from knocking out his love rivals to behaving like a little love ruffian, to get Reese's heart opened for him.

He's a demon King in the eyes of the world, but she's the only one who can bring him under control.

"I want to do things to you. Things only a man can do to a woman." he breathed on her neck. "I want to touch you in places that will make your toes curl. I want to have your body pinned under me in my bed. I want to pleasure you until the only thing you can think of is my name. I want to rake my hands all over your naked body and have you beg me for more. I want to hear you chant my name like a spell Allison. That is what I want to do to you." He finally pulled away and looked at her face. He smiled at her flushed and dumbstruck expression. Her lips parted like she is going to say something but no word left her lips. She opened her mouth again and closed it. "Breath." he said to her "Wh...you ... how...I". She closed her mouth again not knowing what to say. ********* A man who is used to getting whatever he wants, he lacks nothing; women, power, money, fame. Promiscuous and unfeeling, he will do anything to get what he wants Allison's only sister has been recently diagnosed of leukemia and a lot of money is needed for her treatment or she might die. Out of desperation, Allison finds herself in the office of the cold CEO seeking for a high paying job as one of his employees but the CEO has another job for her. Will he take pity on her? Will he make her do something against her will? Will she go any length to save her sister? Or will they find something they didn't expect from each other?

Yamamoto Aito is psychologically affected by his ex's death and promises to avenge her. With the aid of his best friend, Haruto, he began to destroy the lives of those whom he believes, killed her. Aito's ultimate goal is to join her after completing his revenge for he deems himself as one of the reasons she died. Along came a new student, Igarashi Ryu, who destroys Aito's plans and tarnishes what's left of his sanity by making him fall hopelessly in love with him. Aiti is now torn between his guilt and wanting the happiness Ryu gives him? Will Aito be able to complete his revenge and attain his goal or will he choose to let go and love Ryu? But... Is Ryu really who he claims to be?

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.

I used to live my life believing that there was something corrupted within me. I had never felt comfortable walking in the searing, bright daylight. It felt as if I didn't belong there. Is that why I felt this sudden attraction to a man who seemed to be the embodiment of darkness? Ashtar Malachious resembled the sum of my sexual fantasies. The shades surrounding him were like a captivating essence. Others called him the predator, the fallen, or the death. I knew that, but my eyes saw him differently. He saved my life in more than a literal way. He seduced me, slowly enticing all my senses. He showed me what a touch could feel like. He let me taste the pleasure I had never thought existed. The one thing he wanted from me was my blood. I knew that if I gave it to him, it would be along with my body, heart, and soul. His irresistible aura blinded me to the dangers that surrounded me. Like a moth to the flame, I stepped closer until the hellfire licked my flesh. Then the wicked flames revealed the cruelest truth—this love kills. In the end, one of us will die.

For sweet and innocent Adriana , life was nothing but a walk through the park. That was, until she turned 18. Adriana feared for this day her whole life, but it was finally time to face them as so many women in her family has done in the past. It was the day for her to attend the Revendal, an annual Grand Ceremony which was held for none other than the pure blood, Draven Cruz. Not only was he famous for his good looks but his temper was well-known among the vampires and the humans as well. And now? It was time for him to choose himself a keeper from the ceremony and Adriana silently prays that she wasn't the one. But what happens if he does take a sudden interest in her? Does a human really stand a chance with a vampire?

He rejected her when she didn't know what he meant to her. He left her when she needed him the most. He left her broken and alone in the claws of this cruel world. But now he’s back to claim what’s his. Will she accept him now? Read story to find out about his REJECTED LOVE…. My mate. So weak. So pathetic. I have a weak and pathetic mate. He thought as he looked at her with disgust and displeasure in his eyes. Just like me, when I was human. She is a human! I don't want a mate. I don't want a weak and pathetic mate! She can't fix me! She's nothing! Screw this! His thoughts were going berserk with the rushing flashes of his past. He tucked his hand roughly through his hair in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the replay of those horrible evocations. He laid her on the small grass patch at the side of the deserted road. She was half-conscious, so she could hear him. "Hey!" He said, jerking her pale face gently. Blood was covering half of her face but she was still looking beautiful in the moonlight. The sparks weren’t going unnoticed as he reminded himself that it was just the mate-bond. He was determined in his decision and he wasn’t going to change it. The girl opened her eyes slightly and with that, he did what he thought was right at that time. "I, Kane Wilson, reject you as my mate!" He said, with all the strength he could have mustered in his miserable state of emotions and with that, he left her there, feeling extreme pain in his heart. But he pushed that pain aside and ran from there at his maximum inhuman speed. Away from her!

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.