"I hate you. I've always hated you." He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. "Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual." "Care to explain why you're always giving me the 'look' then?" He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. "What stupid look?" "Like you want me to fuck you." ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time they'd be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn't get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a 'first family's vacation', but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn't pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was... till she couldn't pretend to be immune to Mason's intense gaze and lingering touches... Till she couldn't deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar... Till she couldn't deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.
Ava's POV
"Oh shit! Shit!" I hissed as I jumped out of bed and hurriedly made my way to my bathroom. I had a presentation today and I had stupidly slept in! I really shouldn't be blamed cause I was completely tired and knocked out from all the research and reading I'd had to do last night
I put my hair into a high ponytail as I scampered out of my building, I also had to walk to the bus stop, I sighed as I hurriedly walked and it was as though I was walking on hot coal, thanks to the insanely hot weather.
I heard footsteps as I walked, my presentation material was cradled carefully in my arms and I held it tightly against my chest.
It all happened in a few seconds.
One moment, I was walking briskly while going over my presentation in my head, and the next moment, out of nowhere, a solid mass of muscles collided against my side, propelling me sideways.
The collision had been so intense and sudden, I stumbled and lost my footing. I staggered and in a bid to keep my foot on the ground, I dropped my perfectly crafted practical, just as I felt insanely hot liquid seep through the front of my shirt and arms. Next, I was falling on the hard ground, where I later realized had been soiled up by the rest of the hot coffee that had poured over me.
My head was reeling. It had collided with the hard granite flood and now, it was pounding.
I took a look at the glass door of the supermarket right by the side of the spot where this commotion had taken place, and to my horror, I looked a mess; my neatly packed hair had coffee in it and my cloth was a total ruin.
I looked horrible.
I winced as I tried to pick myself up from the floor but a sharp pain shot through my left leg. I had bruises over my elbow and knees, pain shot up the rest of my body and I knew the pain was going to linger for a while. The bruise on my elbows needed to be tended to as well.
I placed my hand on my back and I moved sideways, I could feel the ache as I moved, and then my eyes flew wide open as soon as I laid eyes on my now shattered project.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." I said, trying to keep myself from crying as I stared at the damages done to me by the stranger who had collided into me.
"Watch where you're going, Jesus." I heard a masculine voice yell at me just then, and my jaw dropped as I took a glance at my ruined project scattered over the wet ground. A few empty cups of coffee lolled on the ground as well, proving to me that the stranger's entire pack of coffee had poured over the floor and some had gotten on my clothes when he had collided into me.
I then glanced up at the stranger who was standing a few feet away from me. He had a glare on his face, and his clothes was spotless, whereas mine was completely ruined.
He had bumped into me and instead of apologizing, he dared to stand there and point fingers at me, for something he had done. It took me days and lots of sleepless nights to get my project and presentation ready.
And, that had literally gone down the drain right now.
"Watch where I'm going?!" I screamed as I stood up in a jiffy, not minding the excruciating pain that shot through my body.
"You bumped into me, and spilled your stupid coffee everywhere, and instead of you tendering an apology, you had the nerve to tell me to Watch where I'm going?!" I shot at him.
The adrenaline rush made me more energized than I should currently be feeling. Seeing as I was already running late and the presentation had most definitely already began, coupled with the fact that my project was already ruined, I had automatically failed the testâ which means I'm going to have to study extra, extra harder if I wanted to pass the class with a 'C'.
My life was literally so fucked right now.
"Look," He started, squeezing the empty cup of coffee he had in his hand as he moved closer to me, his figure was intimidating but I wasn't scared one bit, if there was anything to describe my emotion then it would be anger. Immense anger.
"If anyone should be apologizing, then it would totally be you. You came out of nowhere and walked right into me. What are you? Five? Shouldn't you watch where you're fucking going? I literally cannot believe you right now, and you're demanding an apology? Oh please." He scoffed and rolled his eyes as made to walk past me, but was shocked when I pulled him back without warning.
I also shocked myself with that move.
"That," I started saying, the hot tears at the back of my eyes threatening to fall, and my voice was starting to shake as I spoke. I wasn't about to let him see me in a vulnerable state so I shook my head, cleared my throat and braced myself up properly.
"That scattered on the floor," I started once again as I pointed at my scattered papers which were already soaked through with coffee on the floor. "â is months of hard work, months of sleepless nights and you just pushed it down the fucking drain!" I yelled, stomping my feet on the ground as I spoke.
My blood boiled the more he kept staring down at me without saying a thing and I clenched my fist in anger when I saw the scowl forming on his face. He had the nerve to scowl at me after all that he's just put me through?
"Are you slow or you just have a hard time comprehending words said to you?" He asked and my mouth fell open once again. I made to say something, but nothing came forth, and so I slapped my mouth shut.
"If your eyes were where you were going, then we wouldn't be having this conversation right now! My shoes are also ruined because of you so you don't get to stand here in front of me and start telling me about how I'd ruined months of your hard work. Do you know how much my freaking shoes cost? It definitely costs more than your dumb projects." He finished with a hiss and that was where I lost it.
"You know what you are?" I asked, my voice getting a little bit higher as I spoke, as I shoved at his chest harshly. "A jerk, a total jerk! That is what you are!" I screamed at him, shoving at him once again for good measures.
"Whatever you think of me or whatever name you've deemed fit to describe me is none of my fucking business, it's yours." He hissed as he walked past me.
I didn't want to let him have the last word, he was walking away and I was losing. If I didn't do or say anything at this point, I would find myself staying up late while thinking of all of the possible ways I could've had the last laugh in this situation.
Without thinking, I reached forward and I shoved him as hard as I could. I watched as he slipped and fell face down into some of the coffee on the ground and a satisfied smile played out in my face, doing that was not going to put my presentation back in place but I was a tad bit satisfied.
"Now, we're even." I breathed as I turned around to pick up my bag and phone from the ground. I attempted to pick the soiled papers but it was of no use. I hadn't been able to back the project up, so there was no way I wasn't going to be doing all these from scratch.
"What do I do now?" I sighed in frustration as I continued my way to the bus stop, looking like I just got out of a dumpster. The bus must have definitely left by now, and it would be an hour or more before another bus comes by.
I was nothing but doomed today.
I took another deep breath as I silently prayed my day wouldn't get any worse and that the stupid stranger who had caused all these to me would definitely have a miserable and horrible day today, and throughout the rest of his life.
"I hate people like that and I wish I'd never have to come across the arrogant asshole ever again!" I muttered under my breath while glaring down at my ruined shoes.
"You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up." He husked out as he palmed my burning cheeks. I buried my face in the soft, silky sheets some more, muffling the stuttered whimper that bubbled past my throat. "If you're going to act like a desperate little brat, I'm going to treat you like one. Got It?â âââ When eighteen year old Miaâs identical twin gets betrothed to an underboss, Mia was silently grateful for being the least favorite twin who was never noticed. Her relief was abruptly shortened when her twin disappeared on her wedding day, which resulted in Mia being forced to take her twinâs spot and marry a man way older than her father. Mia thought her life could never get any worse, but was proved wrong on her wedding night, when her newly wedded husband was killed and she was being kidnapped by a Mafia Lord hellbent on getting revenge on her father through her, showing her just how cruel and heartless, power starved and rage-blinded men could be. And yet, Mia found herself falling. Falling ridiculously fast, for the most dangerous mafia lord to ever walk the earth. Lorenzo Domenico, the one who never dies. All Lorenzo wanted was to get revenge, he was supposed to put a bullet through the petite girlâs pretty face and send her body back to her father as a present. But somehow, here he wasâ willing to go to any lengths to protect, keep her safe, and all to himself.
âMummy, Is the President our daddy?â Layla asked curiously, head tilted sideways. Her brothers listened in attentively, obviously wanting a response. I forced out a chuckle as I crouched low before her to cup her soft cheeks. âHoney, the president isnât your daddy. The President is a very wicked person.â âBut, we met him today and he was very polite. He even complimented my hair.â Layla continued earnestly and my heart hammered against my chest fearfully. âCupcakes, whenever you run into the President; stay away from him because heâs very cruel, okay?â ~~~ Zendaya Montclair unwillingly got into a contract marriage with the President and suffered a great deal in the marriageâ from having to break up with her high school sweetheart because of the marriage, to depression, to public humiliationâ to her ex-boyfriend whom she was still in love with, getting married to her supposed best friend. Zendaya was heartbroken. She got drunk that night and spent it in her husbandâs bed, which instantly led to an accidental pregnancy. The President wanted her to get rid of the pregnancy because he never saw her as a mother of his future children and only a wife of convenience. That was the last straw. Zendaya left everything behind and fled, promising herself to come back for revenge on every single person who had wronged her. Including the President, she was going to make him pay!
âDonât make me repeat myself twice, part those legs for me, Bunny.â His deep voice which always sends my brain reeling due to how silky it sounds, washed over me slowly as he murmured quietly against my throat. I tried to point out to him that there was no way Iâd be able to do as told with his legs still pinning mine down, but the words died down in my throat when he sucked the skin over my beating pulse into his mouth. âGo on. You want to be good for me, donât you?â âIâ I do.â I choked out, letting out a breathy whimper when he wrapped his free hand around my throat and squeezed on it a little. âââ Forced to marry the ruthless mafia lord, whom everyone was afraid of at the age of eighteen, Sofia had no other choice but to follow her fatherâs wishes like a dutiful daughter was supposed to. While Luca Ricci only took a wife, because he wasnât getting any younger at the age of thirty-three. She was the angel to his demons, the light to his darkness, the innocence to his sins⌠He wanted to protect her, since the moment he locked eyes with hers on their wedding day and saw the amount of fright brewing in it. He wanted to make her good for him, to mark her as his; with his handprints on her ass and his cum dripping off her face. To own her completely, to wrap his hand around her throat and do so many sinful things to her body. But he was the mafia lord, and danger just seems to be lurking around him, wherever he goes, and in whatever he does. He must protect his wife at all costs.
Arranged to marry a man she had never met at age twenty, Caroline wasnât keen about it, but ended up reluctantly agreeing to the contract marriage on realizing there was going to be a huge sum of money involved. The marriage ended up being a complete whirlpool of different things for Caroline and her husband, Richard, and they ended up getting a divorce, before parting ways. Five years into the future, a freshly shot patient gets rushed to the hospital in which Caroline works, who surprising turns out to be her ex-husband, Richard. Love really does bloom in unexpected situations and Richard ends up falling for Caroline harder than he ever thought possible, realizing that he could never let her go this time, especially now that he knew she had beared him a son.
Gina is a young, hard working lady who gets heart broken on realizing that her boyfriend had been cheating on her ever since they started dating. Single and determined to take life as it comes, Gina comes across Henry, a good looking billionaire whom she misunderstood at first glance â which led them to part ways on the wrong foot. Unfortunately for her, where she ended up finding a job, was owned by Henryâ and he refused her from getting offered a job immediately. Gina desperately apologized for the previous time they met because she desperately needed the job at that moment. Henry finally throws her a deal, for her to get married to him for a certain period of time, before she could get offered a job. Gina thinks that was the most absurd thing sheâs ever heard, but that didnât stop her from agreeing to get married to him when she saw the amount of money that was involved. Along the line, plans gets ruined, feelings gets hatched unknowingly and both individuals would come to realize just how fast and hard they were falling for one another, unhinged.
Kathlyn Georgia has just gotten fired from her workplace for breaking her supervisor's nose. At this stage, Kathlyn is being pressured by everything. There's nothing worse, than having no boyfriend, no job and your landlord disturbing you every night for rent. She manages to land a job as the new assistant of the most popular billionaire in townâAdam Smith. After spending one late night together, Kathlyn finds out she might just be pregnant for his child and maybe she would have considered a relationship with him, if her boyfriendâTony Richards wasn't in the picture.
On her wedding day, Khloeâs sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didnât commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrikâs cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true originsâa lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. âIt's time to reveal your true identity, darling.â
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.