Bryan had an almost perfect life. Popular in school, good grades, good friends, co-captain of the football team and Mel, the best girlfriend. He lived a very rich and famous lifestyle, with his younger sister, Amanda and his parents. His father was the mayor of their city and well respected everywhere. But that was before. Now that he met Damian his mind is in chaos. He was confused. When exactly had his weird attraction begun? Maybe it was the night of his birthday when he found out his best friend Natalie was dating him. Maybe it was the night Bryan had seen him beaten and bloodied to a pulp by his own father, slouched on a bench in the pouring rain. Maybe it had from day one. One thing Bryan was positive of and that is that he isn't gay.
Billionaire romantic-suspense Royal romance writing contest Nebula was mostly afraid of the dark. Mostly. But not the dark. It's what came with the darkness. She always felt his threatening presence though he never revealed himself. And why did her teenage dreams consist of an angel killing her? And then, one night when she met the most captivating brown eyes she had ever seen. What the devil? Jon her boyfriend was the only one that could keep her nightmares at bay...he was her everything...her rock...her knight in shining armor...or so she thought until she met Tae. She just couldn't deny the attraction between them or the way he made her feel- like he knew her better than she knew herself. And who is Gabriel and why does the name keep ringing in her head?
I stare into her brown eyes, those same eyes that always captivated me in the past, but now I am disgusted. With myself. These eyes were not Uma’s but her daughter’s and I had no right to admire them. The young girl’s eyes are wide and she is petrified. Since her stay with us for the past week, Maya is afraid to even leave her room. My family is something to be scared off- and being under the same roof as us- sheer terror. Not to mention, I did kdinap her. God, Uma must be spinning in her grave. I did promise to take care of Maya and the boy, and this may seem to be the opposite. But I will not harm the girl- nor do I think when Uma said to protect them, she meant ‘force my daughter to marry you’, either. “That’s my deal, ‘Maya, take it or leave it,” my tone almost stoic. She swallows and I feel no sick sense of joy when she leans back onto the back of the couch of the tiny restaurant booth just as her mother had. Only dread. The girl in innocent but she will pay the price for her father. Reluctantly, she slowly nods her head in agreement to our marriage- not that I needed her willingness, I just asked out of politeness. I am a bit disappointed in Maya that she would become a whroe for her father. The man that made her mother’s life on earth, hell.
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