Sam Gaze

This is a sexy and dark retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the beauty is a shy and sweet twenty-one year old girl and the beast is a twisted, psychotic, arrogant and cunning vampire. ****"C-can you p-please be gentle?" She meekly stuttered out between tears and hiccups. Her gaze still attached to the ceiling. Seconds passed. She could feel her cheeks heat up even after uttering that small request. What it implied. She'd never had sex before. She hadn't even seen a naked male before, in her entire life. She didn't know what to expect. But she definitely knew that it was going to hurt. The girls from her high-school had warned her of that. That it was going to hurt really bad at first. And that it wasn't actually that pleasant either. She startled at the sudden sound of his masculine chuckle. Her head instinctually turned to look at him before she could even try and stop herself. She watched him turn to lie on his side, his elbow digging into the soft pillow as he held his head in his hand. A sly smirk displaying on his beautifully-carved features. "And why would I do that?" He rose one brow. She immediately felt her cheeks burn even hotter. "B-because I asked you nicely," she bit her lip. Her hands were still tightly holding onto that duvet, keeping it at chin level. His gaze momentarily dropped to her mouth, taking notice of that small action. "A-and because I'm scared. I haven't done this before. Any of this," she truthfully admitted after a moment, her gaze lowering as she couldn't help but feel so embarrassed. About all of it. What she'd just told him, their current position. All of it. "You mean the sucking or the fucking part?"***

“I love you” I whispered and he went rigid, his head snapped up and his blue eyes darkened. “Don’t you ever say that” he growled, clenching his fist “Why?” I asked and held his hand, he averted his gaze, staring at his former love grave. “I can’t love” he said, “I am just a zombie, My heart died with her years ago” Arthur said, pointing at the grave, he looked at me studying my face, “Just don’t say that again please” “It’s okay” I said softly, “But it just don’t change the fact that I love you. And I am ready to be a good wife” I said, Arthur gaze hardened. “That’s your problem,” Arthur said, “I don’t want you to say that, and know your place” His statement hurt, but I faked a smile, and he nodded and walked away, I stared at his lover’s grave and dropped my necklace on it. Maybe she was worthy to wear that more than I.

She had gotten used to being alone, being hidden from the world, but then he came out of nowhere and nothing was the same anymore. He was the first, to let his gaze linger on her, longer than necessary. She tried to ignore him, as much as possible, but he seemed to be everywhere, she was, making it hard, For her. He claimed her as his Partnef in Crime, before she could utter the word, ' no.'

"Listen...and listen to me carefully Raina...You are my wife and I am a very possessive man, don't ever forget that you are mine...only mine. Understand?" I peered into his dark gaze which held so much possessiveness for me and I couldn't help but feel scared.I timidly nodded. "You better understand"... Two broken hearts, a bad past and an arranged marriage. Will these hearts ever mend ? Or they will damage beyond repairs.

"Suck me then" "Suck me to dryness Lucien. Isn't that the only thing your clan is known for? Go on and consume me!!! " He pulled her closer to where he sat. Her breathings intensified and words could not escape her mouth. The hot air was visible between them in the darkened room. The door went open. A Sentinel rushed in to inform him that the Alpha Heir of the Werewolves was in their territory. They stepped out. "I have come to take my mate!" The Alpha Heir went. Lucien looked at him and his gaze switched to Nova who stood in front of him. He pulled her by her waist to his body. "She belongs to me now, she is my vampire consort" he retorted to anger him. Their eyes locked in a venomous gaze, amidst the loathing eyes of Nova's sister, Freya who watched them fight for her sister. In a world where werewolves and vampires are locked in an age-long war, Nova and Freya find themselves on opposite sides of a brewing conflict. A werewolf's love story, a lost bloodline unaware of her supernatural heritage, a rejected mate, a love that turns into an obsession, a vampire prince seeking retribution, sisters turned rivals. "A FORBIDDEN TALE OF PASSION"

In the fifth year of my marriage to Jordan West, he cheats on me with a blind woman. She's young, pretty, and demure. Jordan scours the best hospitals in the country to treat her eyes. In the end, he fixes his gaze on me and tells me he wants me to donate my corneas to her. "They're just a pair of eyes, Hazel. Please help her. Can you really stand by and watch as she withers away?"

The stepfather's gaze has recently become increasingly spine-chilling, like the sticky tentacles of an octopus clinging to me. Stan Wallace appeared like a hero, saving my life and giving me a sense of security, as if I had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood in a stormy sea. I relied on Stan Wallace, taking advantage of his sense of justice and kindness, hiding under his not-so-robust wings time and time again, barely surviving.

After a heartbreak, my friend introduced me to a cycling club. I didn't expect what seemed like an ordinary cycling night to have such a hidden, unspeakable thrill. As I watched my friend interact with a male member, my gaze faltered, and my heart raced. I couldn't help but wonder if I might try something like that too. Because... I'd been waiting for a moment like this for far too long.

My daughter has been kidnapped, and the kidnapper is asking for five million dollars as ransom. I can just about scrounge the money together, but the kidnapper makes it clear that he wants a life in exchange for my daughter's. He'll take the money and kill the person who brings it to him. I smoke throughout the night, my eyes bloodshot as I try to think of something. Then, I fix my gaze on my mother, who is now senile and insane.

My mother-in-law brings a woman from the countryside. She looks like she's up to no good when she asks my husband and I to care for the woman. My husband is a mama's boy through and through. His gaze darts around, and he doesn't object to his mother's words. Is it a trend nowadays for people to serve mistresses on a silver platter? It looks like I'll have to do my best in "caring" for them, then…