"I'm sorry jawad" I stammered feeling his warm breath fanning my face, and his dark eyes boring into mine, with hate evident on his face.He pinned me against the wall once again, looking straight into my eyes. A warm tears made it way down my chin, which I had no strength in stopping them."It's too late to say sorry my dearest wife" he whispered holding me roughly by the waist. At that moment I know I'm in deep trouble._____He is selfish and only think about hi

His chest glistened with water droplets dribbling down the glowing bronze skin. Resting, his strong muscular back against the rocks on the lake side, head lulled backwards, onyx eyes closed in utter salvation."Azarios" I stiffened, my eyes snapping to his in utter surprise as I heard the name leaving his plump lips.His identity, the name which echoed throughout the dynasty making every living soul shudder.KillerCommanderBeastHe was the commander of Gladiators.Azarios, the Gladiator of

In order to save her father and brother, she put aside her dignity and begged the mistress; the mistress acted and directed a good play, which made her completely become the most disgusting woman for men! "I don't believe a word you said!" "You are the mistress!" "Xue'er is right, you are wrong!"... In the end, she gave up and wanted to escape, but all the possibilities of escape were abruptly broken! Jiang Heng, you gave me a desolate half of my life; for the rest of my life, please let me go...

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat o

The bright blue sky, the gentle breeze, the wonderful twitting of birds, light shining into my eyes.Just another morning from dreaming about the Prince my mom had always told me about. His blonde hair, his dazzling eyes just like a shining mirage. His masculine hands firmly holding his father's sword, as his lips called for me. But sometimes, i dream about someone else. Someone entirely different. He looks more handsome and alot more dreamy.