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 5
^THE NEXT DAY^NIGHT^
Lying shirtless with his face against the bed, he waited for the lady Ortega hired to massage him.
His eyes was shut close but he was in so much alert, he was in deep thought on whom the lady that kicked his face was.
How dare she? Who is she? No woman had ever refuse him before, but this one refused him and also kicked his face in addition.
What a dare!
He will surely do everything within his power to get her, No matter what!
The lady that will massage him entered his magnificent bedroom she nearly gasps at how beautiful and manly it was. This Zalexander really got the money like been rumored. It's an honor to be here this night.
Every girls dream became hers. With her pant and bra she slowly claimed on the back of Zalexander straddling him.
There was a beautiful tattoo of spider at the left side of his back.
She sneered, his back is so damn séxy and it's already making her wet. Imagine how the front view will be? She will just c*m without been touched.
She knew her only job here was to massage him but she will try her best to get him to f**k her. Men can't resist her touch not even Zalexander.
She applied the oil she came with on her palm.
"Do you really not want any other thing Sir?" She asked so seductively as her hands started massaging him.
Zalexander didn't respond or gave out any reactions when her hand touched him. He was just like a lifeless mannequin.
"Sir..."
"Do what you came here for and f**k off?" His cold masculine voice ranged in her ears Making her to gulp but she isn't giving up. She slowly leaned down and placed a kiss where his tattoo was.
Zalexander's closed eyes flashed open, he rolled her over. The girl grinned, her magic worked but what came after was a shock to her.
He immediately grabbed her neck his cold eyes glaring into hers.
"If you want your head still intact on your body, f**king disappear through that door" His cold voice hammered out on her face.
The girl slightly struggled, he released her as she immediately took to her heels. What a devil! He's really a devil.
Nonchalantly he walked towards his table picking up his cigarette he lit it up and started smoking and releasing the smoke on the air.
His mind was filled with the girl that kicked his face at the clubhouse.
Taking up his phone from the table. He walked towards his Couch and sat crossing his legs.
Nonchalantly he dialed Ortega's number.
"Let's hit the club, I still got unfinished business there"
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"You're fired Limo Lycan" The manager of the clubhouse announced to Limo Making her eyes to widen.
"Why?" She asked wondering what she did, Did that man she kicked his face last night report her or what? No she can't loss this job.
"Leave Limo" The manager ignored her question.
"After all the sales I made for you last night? Atleast give me half pay of my weekly payment" She stubbornly stretched her hands towards him.
"Leave or I will call the security to threw you out" The manger strictly threatened.
"You think I'm scared of your damn security? Do that and I will expose how you secretly smuggle illegal drugs here" She scoffed grinning at once.
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"Woah!!!" Limo rejoiced as she counted her bunch of money, the manger paid her extra money. Payment made for three months, begging her ontop of it. He was shocked how she knew but Limo the wise bitch Knows how to play her game.
She just said that out of blue and he was totally trapped. Obviously some clubhouse's snuggle drugs.
"I'm gonna make sumptuous meal toda..." She swallowed up the rest of her words noticing that someone was taling and following her. She immediately slidded her money into her bag taking to her heels. The person or persons ran after her.
Running into an isolated Street she felled down because a car nearly knocked her down.
She turned to continue running another car flashed light at her blocking her. She made to run through her right angle but an unknown fellow on a black hoodie blocked her, she took her left side same thing happened.
Before she can make another move, they rushed and grabbed her pulling her over to one of the cars.
"Who the f**k are you!"
"Let me go?"
" Have you bath for the past one week? Because you stink?"
"Let me go!!" She struggled insulting them in addition.
"Boss we got her" The guys that held her announced.
"Who the f**k is the boss!"
They all paused holding her tight, her furious eyes felled at the back of the car when it pulled open. A tall man on All black outfit alighted from it.
"Who are you? What do you want from me!!" She thundered trying so much hard to see the face of the man because he wore a black hoodie covering obstructing his face from her view.
Slowly and majestically the approached and stood before her, he was so much taller than her. She gazed up at him while breathing so heavily.
"Who the hell are y..." Before she can say more words a resounding slap from a hard and cold palm landed on face.
Electric shock from nowhere shock and took over her whole being. She shook her head. Is it an iron that just landed on her face or was that someone's hand?
With a blurry eyes, she strongly stood her ground"Who...who are you?" She asked.
The man without responding slowly removed his hoodie but her eyes was so much blurry for her to see his face very clear. She shook her head, closing and opening her eyes she gaze up at the man again.
Gasps escaped her throat when she get to see the person's face so much clear... opening her mouth to talk her cheek was greatly and roughly grabbed as the man towered over her leaning closer to her face.
"We finally met again miss Fire, tonight I'm gonna greatly quench your fire off this planet Earth. Just say your last prayer if you have any god to pray to" Zalexander's masculine and cold voice ranged in her ears.
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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.