sam gaze

" I hate you." his piercing gaze on me darkened. "Hate me all you want,that, doesn't change the fact that you belong to me." Gripping my chin, his eyes challenge me to deny it. I take a step back, his grip on my hair tightens, as his lips graze against mine "Never ever deny me your touch wife."

"it's not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angryily with her foot , her gaze locked with mine glaring holes at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. If eyes could kill I will surely be dead. "You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now. Victoria John philp the only heiress to the philp cooperation but known as Victoria John in college was once a young beautiful naive girl who fell madly inlove with the popular guy in school Noah Williams and got her heart broken and shattered in pieces. Noah Williams the typical school badboy but not really a huge players. He breaks the wrong heart unknowingly to him and now he was going to pay. Ten years later there both meet in a party hers to be precise ,the difference is that she isn't the shy good girl he once meet ,no she is the opposite and out to seek revenge.

Warning: This is an erotic novel that contains a possessive alpha male who can't keep his hands off his woman. "Trying to escape?" a voice boomed from the hall, causing me to freeze at the familiar voice. I spun around to see Giovanni's gaze fixed on me as he leaned out of the wall, a huge cigarette in his mouth. My heart raced, but I maintained a stoic expression, "I was going to the restroom." Giovanni raised an eyebrow, not believing me. "The restroom is on the left, while you're taking the right leading to a back exit," his tone laced with suspicion. I faked a shocked expression. "I didn't know," I lied. Giovanni neared me, slowly backing me against the door. "You see, I haven't marked you, and I would be terrified if you got lost," he said, his voice filled with an unsettling threat and amusement. He began peeling off the tiny straps of my dress from my shoulders, his eyes growing darker. "Do you have another pair of underwear?" I trembled, "Yes, Why?" "Because, my darling, I'm about to rip this one," he replied, his eyes glinting darkly.

“Be my woman and warm my bed,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Don’t worry; to everyone else, you’ll be my wife. It’s only for eighteen months, as stated in the contract.” He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. “And you have to follow the rules.” I glanced at the contract I was clutching. The terms were suffocating: don’t get pregnant, always remind me to use protection, go out only with my permission—even visits to your sick mom—and you can’t deny me intimacy whenever I want. What the hell?! “Do I look that cheap to you?” I shot back, fury boiling inside me as I ripped the paper in half. “I’d rather die than accept your ridiculous proposal.” “Well… I always get what I want. And what I want is you.” he said, his voice dripping with a sinister undertone, sending a shiver down my spine. But I stood my ground. “Never,” I declared before storming out of the room. ****** Desperate to save her critically ill mother, Sophie accepts billonaire Julian shocking offer: to be his fake wife and sex toy, in exchange to cater for her needs, including paying her mother's hospital bills. But what will happen to Sophie when Julian's ex-fiancee suddenly showed up and said he wants Julian back? And what will happen to Sophie when she finds out she got pregnant against the contract? And will she be able to forgive Julian's deadly past when she found out the secrets that lie behind the billonaire's mask? #1

His breath fanned my freckles and cheeks. "I don't think so..." "W-what makes you say that?" "It's because we're mates and we can't afford to lose each other. You need me for your survival and I need you to heal me. Now, do you accept my offer?" I kept my gaze on his face until I decided to sigh. "Alright. I accept your offer, my king..." *** I hated werewolves. But when I encountered the Alpha King himself, I started to question my fate. Not long enough, I let myself attached to him... deeply and uncontrollably. He has this eminent coldness that makes everyone scowl away in fear, but why was I too hopeful to see his weakness? Was I too hopeful, that someday he'd be looking my way? To treat me as his lover?

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."

Lily Evan is a 23 years old ambitious girl who did her graduation in mass media and communication works in Scotland's top news agency. Young Mark Scott is from a Royal Devil family of Scotland. The identities of devils are hidden and now they live in this modern world to maintain balance along with the heavenly angels. Destiny plays a game and makes these two souls meet. Mark who never felt any kind of emotions in his life, started feeling them when he met Lily. But there are some dark secrets behind this man's identity which started revealing as Lily got closer to him. ~~~~~ "Lily, do you love me?" Mark asked which startled Lily. "I do," Lily accepted. "Why do you love me?" Mark asked from her. "I think love doesn't need reasons," Lily replied. "I don't love you," Mark asserted. "Will you still love me if I go away from your life or will you move on?" Mark asked. "What do you mean?" Lily queried Mark worriedly. "Just answer," Mark told Lily. "I don't think I will ever forget you especially your eyes," Lily answered. "I am not going anywhere," Mark stated and averted his gaze from Lily. "Are you saying the truth?" Lily questioned him. "Why do you think I am lying?" Mark asked. "Because I don't want you to go away. I found you after 6 years and if you will again go away then, I might feel sad," Lily truthfully replied. Mark's eyes grew big as this thing he never heard once from anyone. Everyone told him to fulfill his duties but no one said to him that they would feel bad if he would go away. Mark lifted his hand and cupped Lily's face and the next second she was shocked by Mark's move.

"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him. >>> When it comes to my prince charming, my life has been anything but a fairytale. The Esposito family robbed me of all I held dear to my heart. From the depths of my dignity to the depths of my son. I was living in continual terror; my body, as well as my trust and beliefs, were being exploited. Until one fateful day, I gained the strength to flee, dashing into an Irish bar and meeting a Turkish man. I stayed with him for the night before being compelled to return to the house of terrors. After being thrown down a flight of stairs 37 weeks later, I gave birth to my son. I knew who the father was the moment my son's gaze met mine, but I opted to keep it to myself. However, destiny had other plans for me, and I begged my son's biological father for protection as I fled the Italian mafia. We will work together to rescue our son and demolish their network, all while finding love along the way. My name is Mila Starkk, and this is my Screwed Up Love Story.

Creed is an ex sharpshooter turned bike crew President, with a rough upbringing and the scars to prove it. Nine years ago an old drunk offered him his twelve-year-old daughter for his next pint. Knowing that as fucked up as he was he was still the kid’s best bet, he took the deal. He left her with an aunt he thought he could trust because Uncle Sam owned his ass for the next little while, and he had no choice. Then his babygirl turned eighteen and shit went south, literally. He knew he had to stay the fuck away from her or she’d be under him before she could blink, but he made a deal with himself. When his babygirl hit twenty-one he was taking her no matter what. Her birthday was three days away and though he’d kept his distance for the last two and a half years he’s been keeping tabs on her. It was time to collect.Biker's Baby Girl is created by Jordan Silver an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

With his gaze fixed on her, Ryker Parted his lips, moving his hand down until it was on her shoulder covered robe. As he trailed down further with a feather like touch, a stream of tingles erupted on Tamara's skin. Her heart thumped at the feeling of her mate's touch, awakening the feelings that had since subsided. 'So smooth. ' Low, sexy voice enveloped her form as he pushed the edges of her robe off her shoulders. Her eyes followed the robe as it fell down and pooled by her feet. Anticipation, his beast panted and salivated as he admired the goddess before him. She enthralled him, man and beast were bound by the woman. 'Please. ' A spell binding whisper called on to him, her green eyes becoming slightly watery. She took his hands, guiding them up and down her stomach. ****** Tamara is an orphaned witch with multiple abilities in her sleeve. She lives in a pack of werewolves as the only witch, hated and looked down upon by many. However, everything changes when her mate turns out to be the Alpha of the pack, Alpha Ryker. Their relationship is fated and so is Tamara's ability to save the pack. Alpha Ryker and Tamara must team together to defeat the enemy, following a prophecy about the very witch the pack hates. Nothing is as easy as it seems, and secrets get revealed through out their journey as leaders of the pack.