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.

Slowly, he kneeled down beside me and gently brushed a finger across my cheek. He leaned in closer, and before I could react, his lips met mine in a soft, hesitant kiss. His touch was light at first, exploring, then it deepened, his lips moving down to my neck. The kisses started gentle, but suddenly they turned more intense. I felt a sharp bite—a mix of pleasure and pain that made me gasp.
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.

Ela era jovem e inocente.
Ele era casado e feliz.
Quando Catherine estava a caminho de assumir o lugar de sua falecida avó na Mansão dos Morrow, ela não tinha a intenção de encontrar o Dr. Rafael Morrow. Ela não pretendia desmaiar no meio do nada, apenas para ser encontrada por ele e ter suas emoções abaladas. Ela não tinha a intenção de conspirar com a esposa dele e tomar o lugar dela por uma noite - uma noite que mudaria sua vida para sempre.
Ela só deveria carregar o filho dele, não se apaixonar por ele.
Ele nunca deveria descobrir.
Quando Catherine tropeçou na vida dele, o Dr. Rafael Morrow não estava pronto para abrir a porta para um caso proibido, mas a vida às vezes acontece na hora errada pelos motivos certos.

Sie war jung und unschuldig.
Er war verheiratet und glücklich.
Als Catherine auf dem Weg war, den Platz ihrer verstorbenen Großmutter im Anwesen der Morrows einzunehmen, hatte sie nicht die Absicht, Dr. Rafael Morrow zu begegnen. Sie hatte nicht vor, mitten im Nirgendwo ohnmächtig zu werden, nur um von ihm gefunden zu werden und ihre Gefühle durcheinanderzubringen. Sie hatte nicht die Absicht, mit seiner Frau zu konspirieren und für eine Nacht ihren Platz einzunehmen - eine Nacht, die ihr Leben für immer verändern würde.
Sie sollte nur sein Kind austragen, sich aber nicht in ihn verlieben.
Er sollte es niemals herausfinden.
Als Catherine in sein Leben stolperte, war Dr. Rafael Morrow nicht bereit, die Tür zu einer verbotenen Affäre zu öffnen, aber manchmal passiert das Leben zur falschen Zeit aus den richtigen Gründen.

De vreemdeling kuste haar zo hevig dat ze bijna niet kon ademen, en hij streelde haar rug, waardoor ze haar hoofd in onverwachte verrukking naar achteren kantelde.
"Wie ben je?" kreunde Rakiza tussen zijn kussen door. Iedereen had zijn eerste ervaring, maar deze man gaf haar de beste.
"Ik ben je beschermer," gromde hij terwijl hij zijn lippen over haar nek liet glijden. En zijn kussen hadden de kracht om alle demonen in haar naar boven te halen.
Rakiza was nog nooit door een man aangeraakt, maar deze man verleidde haar zo snel dat ze kreunde om meer van hem te krijgen. Zijn ene hand speelde met haar haar, terwijl de andere meesterlijk haar boezem betastte, alsof hij al haar aandacht gevangen hield en haar seksuele verlangen voedde.
Het was een vreemde kus, maar het was plezierig, en het was haar eerste euforie met een man, Theodulf, een weerwolf.
Ze dachten dat ze alleen waren, maar Nikolas de vampier keek hen in pijn aan, wachtend tot de zon achter de horizon zou verdwijnen, zodat hij al zijn kracht kon gebruiken om het meisje te stelen dat hij als de zijne had gemarkeerd.

Nieznajomy pocałował ją tak namiętnie, że prawie nie mogła oddychać, a jego dłonie pieściły jej plecy, sprawiając, że odchyliła głowę w tył w niespodziewanej rozkoszy.
"Kim jesteś?" jęknęła Rakiza między jego pocałunkami. Każdy miał swoje pierwsze doświadczenie, ale ten mężczyzna dał jej najlepsze.
"Jestem twoim opiekunem," wyszeptał, gdy jego usta wędrowały po jej szyi. A jego pocałunki miały zdolność wyciągania z niej wszystkich demonów.
Rakiza nigdy wcześniej nie była dotykana przez mężczyznę, ale ten człowiek tak szybko ją uwiódł, że jęknęła, pragnąc więcej. Jedna jego ręka bawiła się jej włosami, a druga mistrzowsko pieściła jej piersi, jakby pochłaniając całą jej uwagę i zaspokajając jej seksualne potrzeby.
To był dziwny pocałunek, ale przyjemny, i była to jej pierwsza euforia z mężczyzną, Theodulfem, wilkołakiem.
Myśleli, że są sami, ale Nikolas, wampir, obserwował ich w agonii, czekając, aż słońce zniknie za horyzontem, pozwalając mu użyć całej swojej siły, by ukraść dziewczynę, którą oznaczył jako swoją.

Den fremmede kysset henne så heftig at hun nesten ikke kunne puste, og han strøk henne over ryggen, noe som fikk henne til å bøye hodet bakover i uventet lykksalighet.
"Hvem er du?" stønnet Rakiza mellom kyssene hans. Alle hadde sin første opplevelse, men denne mannen ga henne den beste.
"Jeg er din vokter," stønnet han mens han strøk leppene sine mot halsen hennes. Og kyssene hans hadde evnen til å trekke ut alle demonene i henne.
Rakiza hadde aldri blitt berørt av det motsatte kjønn før, men denne mannen var så rask til å lokke henne at hun stønnet for å søke mer fra ham. Den ene hånden hans lekte med håret hennes, og den andre kjærtegnet mesterlig brystet hennes, som om han fanget all hennes oppmerksomhet og matet hennes seksuelle behov.
Det var et merkelig kyss, men det var behagelig, og det var hennes første eufori med en mann, Theodulf, en varulv.
De trodde de var alene, men Nikolas vampyren så på dem i smerte, og ventet på at solen skulle synke bak jorden, slik at han kunne bruke all sin styrke til å stjele jenta han hadde merket som sin egen.

Främlingen kysste henne så häftigt att hon nästan inte kunde andas, och han smekte hennes rygg, vilket fick henne att luta huvudet bakåt i oväntad lycka.
"Vem är du?" stönade Rakiza mellan hans kyssar. Alla hade sin första upplevelse, men den här mannen gav henne den bästa.
"Jag är din väktare," stönade han medan han strök sina läppar mot hennes hals. Och hans kyssar hade förmågan att dra ut alla demoner inom henne.
Rakiza hade aldrig blivit rörd av det motsatta könet förut, men den här mannen var så snabb att locka henne att hon stönade för att söka mer från honom. Hans ena hand lekte med hennes hår, och den andra smekte mästerligt hennes barm, som om han fångade all hennes uppmärksamhet och matade hennes sexuella behov.
Det var en märklig kyss, men den var njutbar, och det var hennes första eufori med en man, Theodulf, en varulv.
De trodde att de var ensamma, men Nikolas vampyren tittade på dem i plåga, väntande på att solen skulle sjunka bakom jorden, så att han kunde använda all sin styrka för att stjäla flickan han hade märkt som sin egen.

قبّلها الغريب بشدة لدرجة أنها بالكاد استطاعت التنفس، وكان يداعب ظهرها، مما جعلها تميل رأسها إلى الخلف في نشوة غير متوقعة.
"من أنت؟" تأوهت راكيزا بين قبلاته. كان لكل شخص تجربته الأولى، لكن هذا الرجل منحها الأفضل.
"أنا حاميكِ"، تأوه وهو يمرر شفتيه على عنقها. وكانت قبلاته قادرة على إخراج كل الشياطين بداخلها.
لم يسبق أن لمست راكيزا من قبل من قبل الجنس الآخر، لكن هذا الرجل كان سريعًا في إغوائها لدرجة أنها تأوهت لتطلب المزيد منه. كانت يده الأخرى تلعب بشعرها، والأخرى تداعب صدرها بمهارة، وكأنه يستحوذ على كل انتباهها ويغذي حاجتها الجنسية.
كانت قبلة غريبة، لكنها كانت ممتعة، وكانت أول نشوة لها مع رجل، ثيودولف، المستذئب.
كانوا يعتقدون أنهم وحدهم، لكن نيكولاس مصاص الدماء كان يراقبهم بألم، منتظرًا غروب الشمس خلف الأرض، مما سيمكنه من استخدام كل قوته لسرقة الفتاة التي وسمها كملكه.

Den fremmede kyssede hende så heftigt, at hun næsten ikke kunne trække vejret, og han kærtegnede hendes ryg, hvilket fik hende til at læne hovedet tilbage i uventet lykke.
"Hvem er du?" stønnede Rakiza mellem hans kys. Alle havde deres første oplevelse, men denne mand gav hende den bedste.
"Jeg er din vogter," brummede han, mens han strøg sine læber mod hendes hals. Og hans kys havde evnen til at trække alle dæmonerne ud af hende.
Rakiza var aldrig blevet rørt af det modsatte køn før, men denne mand var så hurtig til at friste hende, at hun stønnede for at søge mere fra ham. Hans ene hånd legede med hendes hår, mens den anden mesterligt kærtegnede hendes barm, som om han fangede al hendes opmærksomhed og nærede hendes seksuelle behov.
Det var et mærkeligt kys, men det var behageligt, og det var hendes første eufori med en mand, Theodulf, en varulv.
De troede, de var alene, men Nikolas, vampyren, så på dem i smerte, mens han ventede på, at solen skulle synke bag jorden, så han kunne bruge al sin styrke til at stjæle pigen, han havde mærket som sin egen.