Icy Kiss And Burning Touch
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?
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Chapter 10
^TWO MONTHS LATER^
After her encounter with the phycopath man, she's been on a hidden explore but she wont hide herself forever, she f**king needs money. To get the money she needs to work in a more appropriate company that can accept her with her highschool certificate.
If she decides to work in a clubhouse, a bar or a store her chaser will definitely find her. So she decided to work in more appropriate and discreet place.
But one thing for sure is that she wore a human face mask, that gave her a look of another person, a fake ID, after finding out that the place she had planned to work at doesn't ask much of the person's life.
A cab dropped her off at the biggest company she had ever seen, her new aspiring Working place.
"Have a nice day miss" The cab man politely said to her when she handed over her pay to him.
"Thank you" She flashed a smile at him. Facing the biggest building she had ever seen a wide smile appeared on her face.
"Woah, this is the new you.. new Limo, new life...No New Maria Courtney" She shined her teeth, that's her new name.
She wore a very cooperate nice blue long sleeve gown, her long black silk hair felled so freely on her shoulder.
Walking so elegantly into the company she made heads turn to look at her even with her non realistic face.
"Good morning ma" She greeted the receptionist so politely.
"Good morning dear, welcome to House Keepers Agency" The receptionist politely returned her greetings.
"I'm Maria Courtney, here for the recruitment of new interns" She said.
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Zalexander stood before his window looking at the beautiful city of Las Vegas through his view. He took a swig from his cigarette when Kat made an entrance.
"Good morning sir" she greeted blushing so heavily, Zalexander had been f**king her since her first time with him but yet he hasn't opened up anything to her...he only f**k and ask her to leave not even a kiss but she's okay with that.
"Zale..."
"Report and leave" Zalexander's cold voice interrupted her before she can speak any further.
She blinked sighing out a little, she slowly stretched her skirt down. Obviously she pulled it up to get his attention but the man didn't even spare her a glance.
"The new aspiring interns are here" She announced.
"How many are they?" He asked.
"Five sir"
"Arrange and bring them in for interviews" He commanded.
"Okay sir" Saying this she walked away.
Ortega made an entrance.
"Zale,seems you don't wanna return back to Russia again? It's been two months" He said. Zalexander lowered his gaze to look at his burning cigarette.
"I still got unfinished business here" He responded nonchalantly.
"Is it about Miss Fir...I mean Miss Limo Lycan?" Ortega asked but Zalexander Never gave out any response.
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"Have been waiting here for almost two hours now" Limo sighed out she's already fed up with the whole thing.
"You're complaining? What of us that have been here for the past one hour before you arrived" The girl sitting beside her lamented, actually they are five in total.
"If this isn't gonna work, they should just report to us than to keep us waiting here forever...that's why I hate all these cooperate works" Limo ignored the girl as she kept laying her complains to herself.
"Here she comes" One of the girls sighed out on relieve.
"Hello everyone" A lady approached them, they all stood to their feet.
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9.4
As a "wolfless" Omega at the absolute bottom of the pack hierarchy, my only goal was to build a safe, normal life with my fiancé, Dan.
That illusion shattered the day I came home early from work. I found Dan completely naked, tangled in my bedsheets with my cousin, Laura.
The suffocating stench of their betrayal polluted my home. Dan frantically tried to blame Laura, while she shrieked that they had been sleeping together for months. My sanctuary was destroyed. With no family to turn to, I fled into the night. Heartbroken and desperate for oblivion, I ended up in the office of my terrifying boss, Alpha Kane Cain. Fueled by whiskey and grief, I recklessly surrendered to him, signing a note consenting to whatever he wanted just to make the pain stop.
But the next morning, the blinding pleasure was replaced by pure terror. Kane hadn't pulled out. In our brutal world, an unmarked, wolfless Omega carrying an Alpha's child would be cast out and hunted. I panicked, begging him to let me leave, convinced I was just another disposable mistake.
Instead of letting me go, the ruthless Alpha's eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal possessiveness. He pulled out the note I had signed in my drunken haze.
"You gave me this power, little wolf," he growled, ordering his men to move my belongings to his estate. "Don't pretend you can take it back now."
8.6
I spent three years being the perfect wife to tech mogul Cash Ferguson, a forensic accountant playing the role of a low-risk asset to stabilize his public image. My world shattered when I saw a live CNBC broadcast from Sundance showing Cash tenderly hoisting a two-year-old boy onto his hip—a secret son born to a socialite mistress while he was supposedly at a business roadshow.
When I confronted him with divorce papers, Cash didn't apologize; he laughed, calling me a "liability" and weaponizing my mother’s history of mental illness to claim I was genetically unfit to carry his heir. He didn't just reject the split; he locked the penthouse elevator and froze every one of my accounts, reclassifying me from a wife to a piece of disputed company property.
"You came from nothing, Isidora," he sneered, tossing a credit card at me like a leash. "Stop being dramatic. I can afford a pet, but don't think you can survive a day in the real world without my name."
The betrayal turned lethal when I discovered Cash had tracked down my mother’s stolen emerald brooch—my only connection to my past—and bought it as a gift for his mistress. He was using my trauma and my heritage to decorate the woman who had replaced me in his secret life.
I realized then that Cash had made a fatal accounting error: he forgot that I was the one who built his shadow accounts and knew exactly where the fraud was buried. He wanted to treat our marriage like a hostile takeover, so I decided to give him a market correction he would never forget.
I escaped down forty flights of stairs with nothing but a burner laptop and a plan to burn his empire to the ground. If he wanted to play dirty, I’d show him what happens when a forensic accountant initiates a liquidation protocol. I’m not just leaving; I’m going to make him crawl.
9.5
Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell.
The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent.
It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash.
The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again?
"For the honor of the family, you leave today."
Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.
8.7
For three years, I played the perfect, submissive housewife to billionaire Julian Harrison.
But right after an intimate night together, he coldly threw a divorce agreement onto the bed.
"Scarlett landed an hour ago. I need my single status restored to welcome her back."
That same night, I ended up in the emergency room and discovered I was pregnant with twins.
When Julian found out, he didn't show a shred of joy. Instead, he stormed into my hospital room, threw a blank check directly at my face, and ordered me to get rid of them.
He accused me of using the babies as a sick game to trap his assets.
Then, his ruthless lawyer kicked me out of our penthouse, confiscating the jewelry he gifted me and tossing my worn-out notebook onto the floor like garbage.
Standing in the freezing rain, my heart completely died.
I had swallowed my pride, managed his life, and cooked his meals to his exact standards for three years, only to be thrown away the second his first love returned.
But he didn't know that the notebook his lawyer discarded contained the secret formulas of Aura Beauty, a billion-dollar empire I built in the shadows.
I tore his check into pieces, blocked his number, and left in a Maybach sent by my associate.
Logging into my global CEO database, I looked at his company's fragile stock chart with a predatory smile.
The docile Mrs. Harrison died in the rain. It was time to crush his empire.
9.4
I was a New York photographer, but I woke up under the brutal sun of the African savanna.
Worse, I wasn't human. I was trapped in the body of a male cheetah, with two starving cubs clinging to my fur, telepathically calling me "Mom."
But I am a real man!
To keep my adopted sons alive, I had to fight hyenas and dodge rogue lions. But the real nightmare was my bizarre survival mechanism. Under extreme threat, I would uncontrollably shift back into my human form—stark, undeniably naked. I was forced to sprint across the plains with my bare skin exposed, carrying two cubs while escaping furious lionesses. I became a freak, the most confusing and humiliating legend of the animal kingdom.
Covered in bloody scratches and mud, I was pushed to the brink of despair. Why was I thrown into this beast's body? Why did my only defense mechanism involve profound social death?
Just when I barely survived a cliff dive to escape the lions, my path was blocked by two massive, highly intelligent prime male cheetahs.
But the alpha, Bradley, didn't want to kill me for my territory.
His intense gaze raked over my naked, bleeding human body with a dark, possessive hunger.
"You are full of surprises."
He purred smoothly, teaching me to magically summon a fur skirt before demanding I join his coalition.
"Oh, you'll come to me. I guarantee it."
Looking into his predatory eyes, I realized I was no longer just surviving the wild; I was the prey of a completely different kind of beast.
7.8
She lost everything that day;
Her three years of marriage,
Her best friend's trust,
And her two weeks old baby.
...
"I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer.
'Divorce?' My world tilted.
"Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign."
"No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then.
...
The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything.
She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion.
On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled.
Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation.
She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world.
They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO?
Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.