Adalman The Index Finger

"Do you enjoy your nightmare?" He interrogated, with a loud voice, while smirking disgustingly. I dare not answer him. I won't! because my life matters most to me. "Do you?" He inquired, and this time around his voice became hoarse and more frightening. He's a beast. A disgusting wolf who wants to take my blood for his evil purpose. He alarmingly twirls around me, and I know for sure that I'm doomed. His finger caressed my face, and I shiver in anguish. He's the beast that I can't run away from. He was delighted to see me suffer, and presently he's keen to attack. His fangs were now out, and he smirked widely. I close my eyes, not ready to see my death before me. But then! Someone suddenly appears inside the cave. The person growled loudly, with bloodshot-eye. "Let go of my Mate!" He demanded, with a possessive voice, which made the beast who had been lurking over me, shiver. *** Scarlett Hunter is just a weak human girl who sees supernatural creatures. She was abused by those she calls her parents. On the night when she was to be raped, she was saved by a strange creature who was known as a beast to others. Others fear him, but she fell in love with him, despite being aware that he isn't a human. He's an immortal Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack. 'What would happen to her when she finds out that loving those from the supernatural realms would lead to her sacrificing herself, for their gain?' 'Will Scarlett die while sacrificing herself? Would she sacrifice her? And what would emerge when she finds out that being selfish would lead to the death of her mate?'

He pulled back, his hands on either side of her face. “Look at me, sugar.” She opened her eyes. “I’m not a gentle man, Reena, but I can be. I’ll be gentle with you, I promise.” He ran the tip of his finger along her full lower lip, over the tiny scar that Simon’s violence had left there. “I’m not like – like him. I’d never hurt you. Not ever.” “I know.” “Let me take you to my bed and show you, babe. Let me love you.” **** Reena Mackay has been taken advantage of one time too many. This latest betrayal leaves her broke, betrayed, and possibly homeless. So when she’s offered a chance to split rent with Mitch Corrigan – a pro fighter desperate to escape a roach-infested hotel – she takes it. Survival leaves little room for caution. Mitch is dangerous by trade and forged by a brutal past. He expects to want women who look fearless. Instead, he’s blindsided by his attraction to Reena: soft-spoken, blue-eyed, and far stronger than she appears. He wants to protect her. Claim her. Keep her safe from a world that keeps hurting her. But Mitch knows fairy tales aren’t real... and women like Reena don’t choose men like him. He’s wrong. Reena understands violence better than he ever will, and her faith in people is hard-won courage. When a so-called Prince Charming shatters her trust, Mitch is the one who stands between her and the dark. The question is whether she’ll risk her heart one more time... and whether Mitch can be her forever, or at least her now.

Caution: This Books Has Mature Content! “Mama…” I called her by a different name, wanting to touch her, but she flinched and moved away like I was some kind of devil— Though I am. “I promise I will protect you, love you, cherish your whole being. I will never make you sad again. I will stand by you in anything you do. Can you believe me and allow me to be your guardian?” I ask with caution in my voice. She scoffed, “Guardian? Don't you think that word is too heavy for you?!” She looked up angrily and my breathing couldn't help but quicken, her eyes were swollen and red, her eyes looked at me with disgust and anger. She continues, through the mind link, “Why is everything so against me?! Why does everything hate me so much? Got rejected by my mate whom I love so much, My parents got locked up, and I don't even know if they are alive, got banished, I faced ambush and lost my voice!” Her thoughts were going haywire, she was getting more agitated which is bad. I didn't know she had faced all this. I will surely kill them all! I tried to hug her but she pushed me away, then stood up as she looked at me with anger, her finger pointing at me, with her body just covered with a piece of cloth I had worn for her after she fell asleep after the deed yesterday. “You saved me, I was so thankful, but—” She stopped and swallowed hard and looked at me bitterly as she shook her head. ******************** Read The Story Of The Mute Alina and The Northern Alpha, Kennedy.

The night before I was supposed to marry the heir to the Moretti family, I found a string of ninety-nine filthy texts on my fiancé Leo’s phone. A woman named Ava Collins, telling him she loved him. Shameless. Desperate. She was begging him to call off our wedding, threatening to kill herself if he went through with it. I didn’t waste a second. I shoved the phone in his face and demanded an explanation. The silence stretched for an eternity before he finally broke. “Her brother was Liam. My underboss. He took a bullet for me. My bullet. I promised him I’d look after her.” "Jennifer, we grew up together. You know it’s you. It’s always been you. I swear, I’ll handle it. I’ll cut her off." I searched his eyes, hunting for the lie. I swallowed the acid in my throat and chose to believe him. The wedding was on. This was bigger than us. It was a treaty signed in blood between two families. And God help me, I still loved him. But on our wedding day, as we stood at the altar, vows on our lips, Leo got the call. It was her. Ava. On a bridge, threatening to jump. Demanding he come. Now. The diamond ring, a breath away from my finger, clattered to the stone floor of the church. Not a word. Not a single explanation. He just left. Left me, our families, our future... left me standing alone at the altar. Through a blur of tears, I screamed after him, "Leo, if you walk out that door, we are done!" His only reply, tossed over his shoulder, “She needs me.” He never looked back. Carrying his child, I vanished from his world and never looked back.

“Do you want me to take it out?” I rubbed my finger against her p*ssy. “You’re drenched. I know you enjoy it. Just stop fighting it. Submit to your desire.” *** TARA   A family custom forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame.   Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition— a contract marriage.   So, what’s so different this time? The groom? Mad Shanewood— the achingly handsome, with waving red flags and an irrefutable passion.   But after a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I’m everything to him.   While the whole world is watching, our delicately fragile public image is at stake. And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?   ***   MAD   I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project. With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.   But Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She’s kind-hearted and sexy as hell, and something deep in her eyes makes me doubt if I’m worthy of her.    For me, it’s not just fixing my reputation— the entrancing deposed princess didn’t only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart.   Our goals may be aligned, but then there’s a disapproving father who is a King, constant threats around us, and a law that prevents us from getting married.   Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what’s been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?

Liliana Adare wasn't expecting to fall in love with the enemy. After a chance encounter, Liliana's last year at "The Academy," a prestigious boarding prep school, turns into an unexpected romance with the biggest bully in school, the handsome and cruel Atticus Preston, she isn't sure she should believe her good luck. Practically overnight she goes from being one of the most bullied and reviled students on campus to being everyone's new darling. Little does she know it is all a game. The richest kids in school like to make other suffer for their amusement, and so they began "The Bully Games," a secret competition where the winner gets to position of "group leader" and the opportunity to shape the game for the year to follow. What Lily doesn't realize is that her new boyfriend is also this year's architect. And their relationship is anything but chance. Let the games begin! ___________________________________ I let my finger fall as the person's face slowly comes into focus and my brain realizes what I have done. Standing behind me is not a random stranger, it is a very particular person, one I've been trying to get out of my mind since yesterday. Atticus Preston, the most handsome, conniving, self-centered jerk on campus is staring down at me, his large hazel eyes full of amusement. "I'm sorry, were you trying to say something." “I ah…so…I…” I sputter, not quite able to catch my breath or find my words, lost in the golden glow of his eyes. “Atticus, I'm…” “Speechless, perfect,” his smile increases as he leans in close to whisper in my ear. “I feel that way when I see you sometimes too.” My heart rate increases and my breath quickens. Is he flirting with me? ...

Every chapter gives you something new, secret affairs, risky relationships, and characters who crave hard and love harder. Think Mafia, Landlord, Alpha, every dirty fantasies you can think of. Professor and student. Neighbor crush. Master and submissive. If you’re 18+ and ready for filthy, wild, messy passion then this ride is for you. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 'Confess more while I absolve you.' His fingers plunged into her pussy, still slick from earlier, pumping roughly. Isabella gasped, gripping the kneeler. 'I... I rode his cock, bouncing until he spanked me. Oh God, your fingers... deeper.' Miguel added a third, stretching her, thumb on her clit. He leaned in, whispering, 'Did he make you cum as hard as I did?' She nodded, moaning. 'But not like this. Not in God's house.' He withdrew his fingers, slick with her arousal, and smeared them on his cock before pressing the head to her entrance. 'Kneel properly, face the screen.' She did, ass out toward him. He thrust in, burying himself to the hilt in one go. The booth shook slightly with the force. 'Continue your confession,' he ordered, pulling back and slamming in again. 'Javier... he fingered my ass while fucking me,' she panted, pushing back onto his cock. Miguel growled, jealous fire fueling his thrusts. He grabbed her hips, pounding harder, the wet sounds obscene in the sacred space. 'You're a slut for cock, aren't you? My slut.' His hand snaked around, rubbing her clit in fast circles. 'Yes, Father! Fuck your slut while I confess.' She reached back, spreading her cheeks, inviting him deeper. He spat on her asshole, working a finger in alongside his pistoning cock.

Lily Collins is what you could consider as a girl with a purpose. By purpose, I mean to avoid trouble and to stay away from a certain blue eyed boy, with the means to torment her. A boy she can't help have undying feelings for...Asher Grey has everything, girls,money, people kissing at his feet so what more could he ask for? Other than the girl he finds pleasure in bullying, a girl he's in love with. At some point he won't be able to hold in his feelings any longer, it'll start to peek out.______________________________"You look like you just got banged!" He teased as he glanced at my state."What, no I don't?" I said, well more like asked uncertainly as I passed my hand through my unruly hair. I felt the disheveled strands as my finger tugged at some knots.Niall chuckled "Your hair is a mess and your shirt is inside out." He pointed out. My hand automatically went to my shirt as I tugged it and looked around at the prying eyes of the other students."Oh shit!" I muttered once I realized that indeed it was inside out. Gosh this is embarrassing. I pulled down my skirt suddenly feeling self conscious and pulled my shirt higher as I saw a little bit of my boobs peeking out."You also have a lot of love bites." He pointed out again louder than needed, making me give him a lethal look. If looks could kill he would have been dead right now. Maybe I can arrange that."Shut up don't point it out!" I hissed. I'm gonna kill Asher.

An unserem siebten Hochzeitstag saß ich rittlings auf meinem Mafia-Ehemann Lucian und küsste ihn innig. Meine Finger tasteten in der Tasche meines teuren Seidenkleides nach dem Schwangerschaftstest, den ich dort versteckt hatte. Ich wollte ihm die Nachricht meiner unerwarteten Schwangerschaft erst am Ende des Abends mitteilen. Lucians rechte Hand, Marco, fragte mit einem anzüglichen Lächeln auf Italienisch: „Don, dein kleiner Kanarienvogel Sophia – wie schmeckt sie?“ Lucians spöttisches Lachen vibrierte in meiner Brust und ließ mir eiskalte Schauer den Rücken hinunterlaufen. Er antwortete ebenfalls auf Italienisch: „Wie ein unreifer Pfirsich. Frisch und zart.“ Seine Hand streichelte immer noch meine Taille, doch sein Blick war in die Ferne gerichtet. „Behaltet das unter uns. Wenn meine Donna das erfährt, bin ich ein toter Mann.“ Seine Männer grinsten wissend, hoben ihre Gläser und schworen Stillschweigen. Die Wärme in meinem Blut erstarrte Stück für Stück zu Eis. Was sie nicht wussten: Meine Großmutter stammte aus Sizilien, also verstand ich jedes Wort. Ich zwang mich zur Ruhe und bewahrte das perfekte Lächeln einer Donna, doch meine Hand, die das Champagnerglas hielt, zitterte. Anstatt eine Szene zu machen, öffnete ich mein Handy, fand die Einladung zu einem privaten internationalen Medizinforschungsprojekt von vor einigen Tagen und tippte auf „Annehmen“. In drei Tagen würde ich vollständig aus Lucians Welt verschwinden.

My husband has a dangerous condition - Jacob's syndrome, a rare genetic disorder where men carry an extra Y chromosome (XYY). But it's not just the genetics - he has an uncontrollable rage that turns him into a monster. It all started when I saved his life. After that, he became obsessed with me, relentlessly pursuing me for three years. He deliberately ran his car into my childhood sweetheart, leaving him permanently disabled. Then he threatened to kill my entire family unless I married him. For seven years after our marriage, his controlling behavior became pathological. He even had a tracking chip implanted in my body and completely controlled my freedom. Yet at the same time, he showered me with endless love and catered to my every wish. When my mother-in-law pointed her finger at me while speaking, he snapped it without hesitation. When my sister-in-law's child disturbed my afternoon nap, he threw them both out of the house and severed all family ties. I refused to have a child, terrified of what darkness might be passed down, so he invested his entire fortune into developing cutting-edge genetic screening technology, making it possible for me to conceive a healthy baby. But on the very day I discovered I was pregnant... My mother-in-law stormed into our home with a group of people, accusing me of having an affair and carrying another man's child. They beat me until I lost the baby. As I lay there barely clinging to life, my husband finally arrived. My mother-in-law thrust a doctored video in his face and said, "Troy! Your wife had an affair and got pregnant with another man's child. Look, here's the proof!"