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Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy

Mafia

5.0

"Sir, I think you can let go now." He looks at me. Says nothing. Tightens his grip. And keeps walking towards the car. Did he just ignore me? Maybe he'll let go when we get to the car. As we get to the car, I step out of his arms, reaching to open the door, when I feel a sudden heat hovering over me. I turn swiftly ready to attack, but it was Sinveer. He's standing inches from me, his hands boxing me in against the car. His green eyes glowing under the moon light, boring into my soul. His face, covered in shadows revealing only his eyes. His hot, shallow breaths fanning my skin. "Sir?" I try to speak, but he steps closer, cutting the words in my throat. I swallow hard again, as I could feel the heat in my body builds fast. "LIACH." He calls out in a thick voice. The vibration of his voice reverberates through my body, settling in my stomach. "You look exquisite tonight." He continues. I tremble slightly, the hairs on my skin rising, goosebumps crawling down my body as he traces one finger along my jawline, down to my collarbone, then back onto the car close to my hips leaning to my level, his lips by my ears breathing on the vulnerable skin at the side of my neck. "And you smell nice too." He swallows hard as I swallow hard too. Then, in one sharp motion, he yanks the door open, his other hand on my waist, and pushes me against his body before sliding into the car slamming it shut. I stand there for a while, frozen in confusion. As I feel the cold air of the night breeze kissing my skin. I release a breath I never knew I was holding. Then his voice springs me back to reality. "Get in, Liach." "Yes, Sir."

Where Are My Emotions

Romance

5.0

Fatima finally looked up, her expression hardened. "I do not condole failure. A Child of Mine must be the first, or nothing else." How is it a failure, Fatima? Bernard voice was incredulous. A child coming out third in a competition that more than twenty students participated in, and you call it a failure?! He looked at his wife with a mix of frustration and disbelief, then gaze drift to the wall, as if he could see Maisie through the plaster and paint. How can she be so slow? Fatima hissed, her words laced with venom that made Bernard flinched. Incompetent, dull and ulterly useless! Her hands clenched in a tight fist. That is how she got her son killed, Bernard. The accusation hung in the air, thick and pressing, the use of his name a chilling indication of her volatile state. "No Fatima". "Don't you dare". Bernard raised his voice shouting at Fatima. His face drained of colour. The initial disbelief in his eyes morphed into a stark horror. His eyes widened, and his mouth fell slightly open, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. His usual passive demeanor vanished replaced by a stark pained rigidity. He leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Fatima, a desperate plea forming in his eyes. She didn't kill him, Fatima. It was a mistake, a terrible accident. She was just a child. You can't keep blaming her for that. His voice was low strained, each word a careful step on fragile ground. Fatima's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragging gasp. If she hadn't gone to carry him that day... Her voice broke, sobs escaping her lips... my child will still be alive. Fatima, No