Jenny Rica

She was young and innocent.
He was married and happy.
When Catherine was on her way to take her late grandmother’s place in the Morrows’ Mansion, she had no intention of running into Dr. Rafael Morrow. She hadn't intended to pass out in the middle of nowhere, only to be found by him and have her emotions stirred up. She had no intention of conspiring with his wife and taking her place for one night - a night that would change her life forever.
She was only meant to bear his child, not fall in love with him.
He was never meant to find out.
When Catherine stumbled into his life, Dr Rafael Morrow wasn't ready to open the door to a forbidden affair, but life sometimes happens at the wrong time for all the right reasons.

Angela's chest heaved as she chased the ethereal figure through the twisting paths of the orchard, her footsteps pounding against the hard earth. The full moon cast an eerie glow over the scene, casting long shadows that danced and writhed like dark specters. She had come here seeking vengeance for her sister's death, but now she was being tormented by the very spirit that haunted her dreams.
The fog that swirled around her feet was thick and suffocating, muffling her footsteps and leaving her disoriented. A single lamppost flickered in the distance, casting a sickly yellow light that illuminated the steps leading up to the mansion. But Angela was oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes fixed on the white figure that beckoned her on.
"Show yourself!" she cried out, her voice echoing through the empty night. "I know you're not a ghost! Who are you?"
Her heart hammered in her chest as she approached the forbidden veranda behind Leonardo's studio. There, in the shadows, stood the woman in white. Her features were obscured by the swirling mist, but Angela could feel the weight of her gaze upon her.
"Tell me who you are!" Angela demanded, her voice trembling with fear and anger. Angela's pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat.
The figure remained silent, her ghostly presence exuding an unsettling aura. "You seek vengeance," she said, her voice like the rustle of leaves on a chill autumn night. "But be careful what you wish for, my dear. Sometimes the truth is far more terrifying than any ghost."

The stranger kissed her so fiercely she almost couldn't breathe, and he caressed her back, causing her to tilt her head back in unexpected bliss.
"Who are you?" Rakiza moaned between his kisses. Everyone had their first experience, but this man gave her the best.
"I am your guardian," he groaned as he stroked his lips on her neck. And his kisses had the ability to draw out all the demons within her.
Rakiza had never been touched by the opposite sex before, but this man was so swift to entice her that she moaned to seek more from him. His other hand was playing with her hair, and the other was masterfully fondling her bosom, as if capturing all of her attention and feeding her sexual need.
It was an odd kiss, but it was pleasurable, and it was her first euphoria with a man, Theodulf, a werewolf.
They thought they were alone, but Nikolas the vampire was watching them in agony, waiting for the sun to sink behind the earth, allowing him to use all his strength to steal the girl he had marked as his own.

"No!!!” I screamed as the stranger pushed me against the wall. “Oh no! Please come to a stop! This was a mistake!" But the more I attempted to get out of his grasp, the tighter it became. I had no idea why he was so angry with me; his eyes were burning with fire.
He growled behind my ears, "I warned you. No one can escape my realm, not even the most precious woman like you." He began kissing me hard, punishing me by ripping off my clothes. "Lily, did you hear me right?"
"I am not Lily!! I'm Rose!” Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed my name, trembling.
Yes. Rose was the only name I knew; my frail identity was established in the isolation of the orphanage. Childhood was a jumble of hurt and abandonment, so I clung to memories of William, my light of love and hope. But now, faced with the wrath of a stranger who mistook me for another, survival in this harsh world appeared more difficult than ever.

Tyron was my dream come true, a knight in shining armor who had somehow become real. He protected me with fierce determination, as if I were a fragile thing that could shatter at the slightest touch. Deep in my heart, I loved him—more than words could ever say.
But the city around us was in chaos.
We were running, his hand gripping mine tightly as we dodged enemy fire. Bullets flew past us, each one a threat, and in a split second, everything could end. I felt my heart pounding wildly as I called out, “I love you, Tyron!”
He pushed me quickly into cover, returning fire at the approaching enemies before he turned and shouted, “You can’t love me!”
My chest tightened. “But why?!” I demanded, confusion rising within me.
"Because...” His voice broke, and he glanced away, pain etched on his face. “Because I can’t love you!”
He pulled me forward, finding a new place to hide. I was flustered, embarrassed, yet I couldn't let it go. “Are you... are you married?” The question slipped out, ridiculous as it was in the middle of a battle.
“I’ve never been married.” He looked back at me, his gaze as unyielding as ever.
“Then why—why can’t you—”
Before I could finish, he pressed his lips to mine, silencing my words in a kiss that was both desperate and tender. When he pulled back, his voice softened—a sad whisper. "This... this is all I can give you—a kiss.”
In that moment, I knew he would risk his life for me but never his heart. And as he pulled me from our hiding spot, leading me back through the chaos, I understood that love was the one thing he would never allow himself to give.