Icy Kiss And Burning Touch
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She tried to push him away but he held her so tight landing her back on the wall as he trapped her strong and small figure... actually also strong spirit. Disgust and hatred was plastered on her very beautiful hot face.
"Listen Mr Ice, Whatever your plan maybe be? If you like try hitting me again... the fact is that you won't ever get in-between my legs!" She spat out angrily with a gritted teeth...
Zalexander aloof hard face slightly moved a little bit as an Expression of grin appeared and disappeared instantly before she can see it.
"I'm gonna burst your bubble miss fire ...watch me destroy your sexy legs tonight because you aren't leaving this room with the two intact I guess" Hearing him mumbled out these words one by one...She chuckled roughly...
He dropped hard gaze down at her very opened cleavage without wavering it off...this very stare angered her so madly, Before he can know what was happening...
She immediately knocked off his hands giving him a very hard kneed on his groin... Zalexander gave out a loud groan falling to his knees as he gaze up so murderously at her smirking and wet face.
"Guess you're the one who isn't gon' leave this room with your two legs intact or let me say balls..."
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She's fIRE and He's ICE. Their first encounter wasn't funny nor pleasant because he only wanted to have her on his bed, addressing her like a harlot.
Been so hot and beautiful she got attracted towards him but she doesn't wanna give him a chance to have her because of his bold rude approach. But Mr ICE doesn't wanna give up to the extent a contract Romance got involved so that he will be able to taste her.
Will he succeed? Will ICE and FIRE ever match?
Icy Kiss And Burning Touch Chapter 1
He started taking long fast strides towards her, his hard cold ocean eyes not leaving hers, Limo grinned as she snapped her finger.
Zalexander's feet stepped on something that carried him up landing him on the ground.
"Hahahaha!" Limo laughed out loud, her cute bananas peels just did wonders now.
"My trap actually worked, sorry it turned out to be you that fell the victim of it" She pouted so cutely blinking at once as she stood up.
"You bitch!!" Zalexander was angered, he stood up and made to charge towards her but Another banana peel brought him down.
"Hahahaha!" Limo laughed out loud again. She rushed towards him before he will stand.
"This is for laying your filthy hands on me and locking me up here for that ugly makeup to insult me with bananas"Saying this she kicked his groin.
"Ahhh!!!" Zalexander groaned in so much pains his eyes red as he glared at Limo who was just grinning at him.
"If...if...if I get my hands on you...I will...I will kill you!!!" He roared.
"Let's see you try, goodbye handsome arrogant... what's your name?" She asked as she took some bunch of keys from his Joggers pocket.
"Fuck you!" Zalexander cursed her.
"Hope you survive" She blew kisses on the air for him escaping through the window.
DAYS AGO...
Inside the city of Las Vegas, around 4 pm in a small apartment, a young couple are Having the loudest arguments and mouth fight until one crossed it's boundaries receiving it hot from the other opponent.
"Repeat what you just said Jericho" Limo turned away from the mirror that she was checking herself out facing him in full.
Jericho palmed his forehead as he stared disgustingly at her "You're a hole Limo..." He repeated his previous words to his girlfriend who was almost dressed half naked to work in a club house where Harlots reside which already made her one.
What angered him the most is that she didn't even tell him about this before accepting the job offer.
Limo evil chuckling recalled his memory back to the happening. He stared onto her face, her beautiful v shaped face had turned cold, also her brown Shiny eyes.
"What did you just call me?" She asked.
"That you're..." Before he can repeat what he had said to her she landed a hot slap on his right cheek.
"What the fuck!" His eyes widened.
"Shut it you fucking In gret!" She landed another one at his left cheek. Jericho charged towards her raising his hand to hit her but he stopped half way remembering all she had done for him.
"Try it Jericho, try it... after all I have done for you this is the way you pay me back? I feed you Jericho, I clothe you, I shattered you. I do all kinds of job to pay our bills what do you do? All you does is to fucking drink and party around with your friends" She lost it ranting on his face, she raised her hand to hit his face again but he took strides backwards immediately for the safety of his handsome face so that she won't destroy it.
"I appreciate all of it Limo, I'm your childhood Friend that turned into your boyfriend. I was with you when nobody was there so I deserve what you're doing for me. You should even do more you bitch" Jericho fired.
Limo shut her eyes close suppressing her anger, she bite so hard on her lips she had already applied red shiny lip gloss.
"And now you want me to watch you fuck around at a club. Fucking those rich mother fuckers!" He continued.
Limo laughed out loud "I can see your problem, your problem here is for me to give you my pussy to fuck which I will never do. I did rather f**k those rich mother f**kers with lots of cash than allow you f**k me!!" She shouted on top of her voice, she walked towards the bed, her high heel making clicking sound.
Jericho stared at her, since they started dating she hadn't allow him f**k nor touch her.
"Then watch your pu**sy rotten bitçh!" He stumped away leaving the scene.
"F**k off broke a*s thing. Find a life and never return back to me!!" She rushed outside shouting at him with her eyes on his retreating back.
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Icy Kiss And Burning Touch of Contents
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8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
8.9
I was tossed into a dark alley like rotting garbage, bleeding and grieving the child I had just lost.
When I was finally brought back to my fiancé Angelo's penthouse, instead of comfort, I was met with absolute disgust.
His family declared me "unclean" after the kidnapping. Angelo coldly announced he was burying the scandal by marrying my sweet, innocent cousin, Carissa.
When we were alone, Carissa stood over my bed, her voice dripping with venomous delight.
"My father arranged the kidnapping. And now, Angelo and I can finally be together."
Before I could react, she forced a silver letter opener into my hand, deliberately stabbed her own shoulder, and let out a bloodcurdling scream.
Angelo stormed in, struck me across the face, and gathered a sobbing Carissa into his arms, looking at me with absolute revulsion.
The family matriarch appeared at the door, her cold eyes sweeping over the scene before she gave a chilling order to the maids.
"Clean this up."
They pinned me down and brutally drove the blade directly into my chest.
I choked on my own blood, staring at the man who had promised me the world as he turned his back, calling my murder a "mercy."
As my heart beat its final agonizing rhythm, I made a silent vow to the shadows that if there was a next life, I would have my vendetta.
When I opened my eyes again, there was no blood, only the soft silk of my nightgown.
I had returned to the day before my eighteenth birthday.
This time, I wouldn't play the desperate victim. I was going to ally with the Devil of Chicago and burn them all to the ground.
8.8
The only thing more dangerous than the game is the man guarding the crease.
Lyon Navarro has spent his entire career tearing down the San Diego Stormbreakers. As the city's most ruthless journalist, he's made an art form out of exposing the Alphas' volatile tempers and their scandalous lives off the rink. He's the man they love to hate-until a desperate management team offers him the biggest paycheck of his life to fix their image.
The assignment? Tame the six most notorious werewolves in the league.
But Lyon isn't just dealing with professional athletes; he's stepping into a den of apex predators who have been waiting for him to cross their territory. And they have no intention of playing nice.
Rafael Stone, the team's intense, iron-willed captain, has made one thing clear: if Lyon wants to manage the pack, he's going to have to survive them. But between the locker room tension, the high-stakes pressure of the season, and the way the pack's gazes feel like a physical brand on his skin, Lyon realizes he's no longer just reporting the story-he's the one being hunted.
In a world of adrenaline, cold ice, and raw, lupine desire, Lyon is about to discover that the line between enemy and lover is thinner than a skate blade.
Six Alphas. One PR strategist. And a season that's about to get very, very hot.
Beyond the Ice is a high-stakes, slow-burn MM hockey werewolf romance. Expect intense power dynamics, sizzling tension, and a pack that doesn't just want to win the cup-they want to claim their man.
7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.
9.7
Clarissa rushed into a crowded nightclub for one simple reason: to save her wildly drunk best friend.
But her ruthless billionaire husband, Giovanny, was watching from the VIP room. After effortlessly ruining a man just for grabbing her wrist, Giovanny punished Clarissa for breaching their public image contract with an impossible curfew.
When she inevitably arrived back at his penthouse late, he didn't just yell. He forced her to her knees by his bathtub to wash his back, making her watch an explicit, humiliating video as punishment.
A sudden family medical emergency dragged them to his parents' estate. Still in her soaked, transparent dress and his misbuttoned shirt, Giovanny's mother caught them. She joyfully assumed they had been passionately intimate.
Instead of clearing her name, Giovanny pulled Clarissa close and lied to his mother's face.
"We are working very hard on the family's future, Mother."
He locked her in the guest suite, tossed a sheer silk nightgown on the bed, and literally shattered the tablet holding their "no-contact" prenuptial agreement. He then slapped a file against the window—he had secretly bought all her father's toxic debt.
Clarissa was terrified. They were supposed to be business allies bound by a strict contract. Why was he suddenly acting like a predator determined to own her body and soul?
"Give me an heir, or your father goes to federal prison," he whispered.
Stripped of all choices, Clarissa picked up the white silk. She would surrender tonight to save her family, but as his shadow swallowed her, she made a silent vow to survive this monster, and one day, tear his empire to the ground.
9.1
With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator.
He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction.
Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey.
As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help.
Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind.
The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover.
When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped.
"The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you."
Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul.
