Ashley And Nails Creepypasta

Selene remembers nothing, not her name, not her family, and certainly not why she wakes up with dirt under her nails and the phantom sensation of running on four legs. Hidden in the quiet village of Blackthorn, she lives a ghost of a life, until a man with winter-gray eyes and a presence like a thunderstorm walks into her tavern. Dian is an Alpha in name only. Since the tragic death of his mate and pup thirteen years ago, his inner wolf has been silent, buried under a mountain of grief and ice. He expected to live out his days in the shadows, until a single look at the "human" barmaid awakens a primal, unstoppable command: Mine. But Selene is no ordinary human. She is Moon-touched, a rare and ancient being whose blood carries the power to command the very wolves that worship her. As an ancient enemy, the Spirit Killers emerges from the dark to claim her power, Dian must choose between the safety of his cold isolation and the fire of a fated bond that could destroy his pack. From the quiet streets of Blackthorn to the savage politics of the pack lands, Moon Touched is a 250-chapter saga of healing, legacy, and a love that spans generations. It is a story of a woman finding her voice, a man finding his heart, and a family built from the ashes of a war that refused to end

Her back slammed into the wall, Dante’s hand pinning hers high above her head, his mouth hovering close enough to steal her breath. His voice was a husky growl, low and lethal. “You think you can defy me, Bianca?” She smirked, arching into him, her nails dragging across his chest. “Defy you? I own the game, Dante.” Their lips crashed...violent, hungry, desperate. His grip was bruising, her body pressed against his with ruthless possession. Every kiss tasted of war. Every touch was a betrayal. Every moan, a fight for dominance neither was willing to lose. Bianca Moretti isn’t just a woman; she’s the She Mafia. Beautiful. Deadly. Untouchable. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia King, should be her greatest enemy… yet he’s also the one man who matches her cruelty and consumes her with forbidden desire. But lust is the most dangerous weapon in a world where loyalty is scarce. And enemies wait in the shadows; Betty Mordecai, venomous and relentless, and Andriena, the lover who turned traitor, ready to tear Bianca apart piece by piece. Now Bianca and Dante must decide: join forces to rule or destroy each other in the crossfire. Because in the Mafia, love isn’t romance. It’s war. It’s obsession. And it always comes with blood.

"Naughty girl, I know you want more." Santa slaps my rosy cheeks as he thrust into my dripping pussy, his balls hitting the lips of my clit. [Warning: This is a dark taboo novel containing BDSM, gay, gangbang, lesbian, forbidden age gap, step siblings and Erotica stories that leaves you dripping wet and bitting your nails with immense pleasure.] ******* You didn't stumble onto this book by an accident. You came looking for something darker, the kind of craving that wakes up after midnight, when innocence feels like a lie and desire feels like a truth. You pretend to be innocent but I know what you crave behind closed doors, the fantasies that make you dripping wet wanting a cock to thrust into your dripping pussy continuously. Dark Tales of Midnight isn't about fairytales or soft love confession, this book contains all your deepest darkest desires, the sexual experience you always wanted. Every page inside this book leaves you wanting more, so if you keep reading don't pretend you didn't know. You wanted this and here, wanting is only the beginning. Dedicated to all the good girls who love being anything but innocent after the dark.

**This book contains a trigger warning. Mention about rape and torture in this book. Please read with caution** "Our marriage is nothing but a deal," he said looking at the girl, her green eyes met his cold silver eye, and both of them glared at each other. "For any rules you break, I will claim any part of your body," his gaze grew dangerously darker at his word. ************* Ashley Harlow was at the top of the world, living the perfect and luxurious lifestyle as the legitimate daughter of the well-known Daniel Harlow. But sadly, a one-night stand put an end to that and brought her life upside down and that of her family's name to the ground. To restore his family's reputation, she was forced into marrying Damien Albrecht, a young, ruthless, obnoxious, brutal billionaire and the head of a mafia gang in exchange for her father's company.

There isn't any cure for migraines. But my billionaire wife, Ashley Weston, has not had a single migraine for years thanks to my daily massage with both hands. On the day I get into a car accident, I beg a passerby to call her to save me. She replies impatiently, "So you're resorting to such shameless tricks just because I won't answer your calls?" Through the phone comes the mocking laughter of her childhood friend, Jordan Hanson. My right hand is permanently fractured, and my left hand suffers from muscle weakness after the accident. A lawyer helps me draft a divorce agreement. With much difficulty, I sign it and send it to Ashley. On the day her head throbs with unbearable pain, she looks at my drooping hands and remains silent for a long time.

Marshall Locke, the assistant working for my wife, Amelia Stone, leaves out three zeroes on a contract. It leads to ten million dollars in losses for the company. The factory that has collaborated with us on the project goes bankrupt, and its owner jumps off a building as a result of the situation. All Marshall does is shed a few tears, and Amelia immediately pins all the blame on me. She claims I single-handedly managed the entire project. I get sued in court, which leaves me ten million dollars in debt. When the deceased's family posts about me online, the entire internet curses me out, saying that I should die too. My entire industry blacklists me. The career I've painstakingly built up for myself is destroyed just like that. But when I confront Amelia about this, she simply looks at her freshly manicured nails and says airily, "Marshall is young and inexperienced. You've been in the business for so many years now. It's not like this has caused any damage to you." Recalling the way she and Marshall had been wrapped up in a passionate kiss before I came in, I pull out the divorce agreement I prepared in advance and toss it at her. "Sign it."

"You want this right" I hear him say as he trailed his fingers along my thighs setting my body ablaze with his advances. The feel of his cold fingertips along with his long nails left a ticklish feeling as he trailed along my sensitive skin. I couldn't help but let out a loud moan as I felt him place his hands at the meeting of our thighs. His every touch was fire and I was willing to burn in that fire. -- Alyssa - He was a Beast. Vicious. Cold. Cruel. Scary. Dominant. Possessive. There wasn't a single bad word that hadn't been used to describe him. My parents had arranged for him to have been mated to my sister. If she hadn't run away that is. And I ended up being his mate. I was only doing it for the pack. Not for my parents, not for myself, not even for Jenny. Just for the pack. But I hadn't expected that things would turn out the way they eventually did. Rurac - I didn't think I had it in me to fall so madly.That's exactly what had happened with her. I had thought it was just an attraction. Something that would pass with time. But then feelings had gotten involved and before I knew it I'd been completely gone.

Growing up, you may have heard stories about magical creatures and other unknown beings that the grownups would tell kids to make them behave and listen better. These stories didn't start out as 'Once Upon a Time' instead would be told as a warning to not go to a place or be out past a certain time or else something would come and take them away. Most of the stories were passed on by the elders over the many generations. There is this one specific story you are about to hear, or I should say read is about a young woman by the name of Ashley who grew up hearing all kinds of these stories. She would come to find out that a certain story that she has heard many times wasn't just some made up fairy tale. Once she turns18, her will change forever.

Her life had been a living hell ever since she had known him. It wasn't every day one gets to know the almighty as human. He was brutal. She was crazy. He was the Country's most handsome womanizer, she was a firecracker. Ashley Crook had never thought her life would be pathetic untill she had no option but to ask help from the very same guy she detested her whole life. She hated him with all her life and there was no certain way, she'd let the monster be the father of her child. But perceiving the antibiotics and antiseptic that wafted in the air she was determined to change her life for good. Poverty was something she was not willing to work with. She hated being poor but she hated the condition he had given her. There was no way, she'd be a surrogate!

On the night before Match Day, it's 2:17 am when I find myself staring at the screenshot on my phone. For a long while, my heart refuses to calm down at all. Ethan Blake: "Let's have a bet, guys. If Leah doesn't get a spot at Redwood General Hospital tomorrow, this will mark the end of our relationship. The starting bet is two thousand dollars. Is anyone following up on this bet?" Already, more than a dozen people have responded to the message with various emojis. Someone even comments, "Count me in!" I feel my nails digging into my palms. "The end of our relationship", he says. To think that Ethan actually used this phrase. We've been dating for four years. This is the very same man who once told me that he wanted to marry me. Is it this easy for him to end a relationship? I take a deep breath and force myself to calm down. There are still other medical interns in the staff room with me. I mustn't lose my composure around them. I know that Ethan is waiting for me to react how I did in the previous times. I'd either spam his phone with missed calls, beg him to delete the message while crying, or apologize to him in an extremely humble manner. But now… Now, I'm really done with this relationship.