The Conqueror and the Rose
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Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty.
"The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals.
That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes.
Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his.
"What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side.
"Roxana, my lord." She replied.
"Who is your father?"
"Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia."
"Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered.
"Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."
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In The Name Of Obsession
It started with a mask. And a man who never said a word. A man made of masks and contradictions-danger wrapped in devotion, chaos laced with silk and ink. Roxanne had spent years pretending she's fine- burying the grief, the panic, the pieces of herself that shattered the night her world fell apart. She wasn't supposed to crave him - the stranger who turned her fantasies into something dangerously real. The one who watched her from the shadows, who knew things he shouldn't. He broke into her world, uninvited but impossible to resist. He calls her his. She swears she's not. Yet every look, every touch, every whispered promise pulled her deeper into the storm of him. When secrets start to unravel and the danger closes in, she has to face the truth: what began as a hobby - a game - has turned into something much darker and far too tempting to escape. A dark romance about obsession, redemption, and the kind of love that leaves scars you never want to heal. TRIGGER WARNINGS Reader discretion is advised as this book contains: -Anxiety & panic attacks (on-page) -Bondage -Breath play -Childhood trauma -Domestic abuse (past, referenced) -Drinking -Fear play -Gang references -Grief -Hidden cameras -Homicide scene -Home invasion -Hostage -Invasion of privacy -Mask play -Medical content -Parental death -Profanity and explicit sexual content throughout -Rape (mentioned) -Smoking -Stalking behavior -Themes of control, manipulation, and blurred morality -Threesome (dream) -Violence
"You're mine now, wherever you run I will always find you and you can never hide dear". He says while leaning to my ear and breathing his hot breath on me giving me shivers while grabbing my neck hard to the point I can't breathe. "are you going to be a good girl for daddy or do I have to punish you again?" I try to get out of his grip but no avail I give up "yes sir" Rosa Martinez, a young and independent woman, had always been laser-focused on her career as her parents wanted..She can't leave to go anywhere that to away from them because they are over protective of evil and just about everything but what if the "evil" looks in her eyes and they both were hooked to have her. On a ridiculously scorching day, Rosa found herself trudging home from the art gallery where she left . As she dragged her feet along the pavement, she couldn't help but catch sight of a ridiculously good-looking stranger eyeing her from afar. Those the guys her parents say aren't no good but This dude had eyes as blue as the freaking ocean, hair so perfectly styled it could make a hairdresser weep, and a presence that screamed "I'm confident and I know it." Rosa felt an unexpected tug towards him, but she brushed it off like a pesky mosquito but for some reason when she did her heart hurt and keep trying to tug towards him But oh no, fate had other plans for our poor Rosa. As the days passed, she started noticing this same mysterious man lurking around her usual haunts. He seemed to be everywhere, like a creepy stalker who had taken a liking to her. He was there at every corner, every event she attended, and even outside her apartment building. His presence became an obsession that she couldn't ignore, sending shivers down her spine but just as he came he left in the darkness air. Poof! Gone! Just like that. But what the heck happens when Rosa suddenly woke up from a dream about him and found herself in the corner, face to face with him a hulking, muscular figure watching her like a hawk?
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