My half-dead body scrawled to the corner of the wall of a type of cell. I was thrown into a pitch-dark room. The room, according to them, is called a confinement room; it has a big iron door and a small hole that was craved to allow the light of the world to penetrate in; the stench of blood made it more difficult to breath as it lacked ventilation. My messy hair was glued in my bloody face, and the dried blood in my body makes me smell like a dead rat. I haven't taken my bath for the past one week now, I hardly eat, and I was only fed once in two days. I was feeling weak and extremely sick; the pain I feel right now can't be described with any words. My world felt torn apart; I was brutally beaten and almost killed because of what I did.

"Hot..." She murmured softly. "I feel hot..." "Why did you come here?" Tristan probed. "Heh... who are you?" She questioned with keen interest. That question made him pause as he regarded her face. He didn't know if it was the drug or if she was just drunk. "Who do you think I am?" She held her chin, looking him over and remarked, "Gorgeous." A small throaty laugh escaped his lips at the sight. "Stop laughing." She looked up and admonished him, the look on her face serious. Tristan chuckled and nodded - he actually liked this version of her more. She suddenly stopped playing with his palm and exclaimed excitedly, clapping her palms together. "I know, I know now. I know what you need." Tristan gazed at her. "What is that?" "Me." She patted her chest, a candid look on her face. "You need me." *** When Raven was rejected by her fated mate, leaving her in despair, she had a one night stand with a stranger. Little did she know that he was the country's most influential alpha.What will she do when the supposed powerful man keeps clinging to her and insists she takes responsibility after a one night stand?

Emily found herself in a devastating condition when her Dad fell ill. Her step mother wasn’t helpful and so was her step sister. Instead of finding a way to help her Dad, they made her life so unbearable and forced her to go raise money for the hospital bills. Emily left home in search of a job, She met a Billionaire who was so desperate to have a child but never wanted to marry. Emily agreed to be his surrogate, he paid her and she settles the hospital bills. But after she was put to bed, Emily never wanted to let go of the baby.

"What the fuck are you saying? Are you on drugs? Let me go, you pervert!" I shouted, while trying to get away from this freaking crazy naked man. "What the heck? Pervert? We just made love last night, don't you remember?" I looked at him with a horror and disbelief. "What the fuck are you saying?! I don't even know you, fuckard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Do you want another round, com-" I didn't let him finish, I immediately kicked him right straight to his face, grabbed my clothes that was scattered in the room. Even I feel like hell, especially down there, I tried hard to move as fast as I can. I just wanted to get out of this goddamn place. "Hey! Don't leave your husband!" He said, I can even hear and imagine him, smirking. that made me more feel embarrassed. I looked at him and raised my middle finger, "Fuck you. I don't have a husband, not you."

Betrayal, fear, and confusion clouded her thoughts as she faced the harsh reality of her existence. The daughter of the Shadow Weaver's ruthless leader, she had been molded into a weapon, a puppet dancing on her father's strings. Yet, beneath the facade of loyalty, her soul yearned for something more, something real. Trapped in enemy territory, she found an unexpected solace in the arms of Christian Darwin, the Royal Beta of the Red Moon pack. His eyes, like twin galaxies, held a promise of protection and understanding. "You need to trust me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her wounded spirit. "I will take away your pain. I will make them pay for what they've done to you. They'll regret every moment of it." His words hung in the air, laden with a fierce determination that resonated with Mia's shattered soul. As he opened his arms, a silent plea for her to find refuge in his embrace, she hesitated for a moment, her teary eyes searching his face for sincerity. In that fragile moment, she made a choice – to let go of the chains that bound her and to embrace the warmth of his presence.

"You are mine, No one has a right to touch you, hold you, or love you...You're all mine get that in your thick skull...I'll kill every single one who desires to have you or even think of having you, You belong to me only me your soul, your body everything belongs to me, only me...Do you get that" He said while gripping my chin with pressure, making me look into his eyes. "Please... You're hurting me" I said, trying to free myself from his iron-like grip. "Say it" he shouted on my face, gripping my chin even more tightly. "Yes, yes... I'm yours" I said, sobbing and struggling to be freed from his grip. Vanessa foster 18 years old cute, naive, and kind-hearted person. she was living a normal life with good grades until she meets a devil living in a greek god-like body. Lorenzo Francisco, 26 years old ruthless, cold, unforgiving, manipulative, and merciless businessman. As C.E.O of Francisco group's, he has billions on his name. The wind carries the way he kills and manipulates people in Los Angeles making everyone tremble in fear. He was envied by men and wanted by women. What happens when this dark and aloof billionaire meets the naive Vanessa? Will love win the game? Hear