Backwards Hands

"I never chose the life I had back then. Never asked for it But now all that I have, I have earned. Maybe not by the right means but they are mine all the same. " His rough hands caressed my tear stained cheeks with such gentleness that it could easily fool me. It almost did. I wanted to scoot away but the ropes tying my hands to the bedpost, tugged at my skin harshly. There was no escape."But even if I get everything in the world, there will always be one thing missing."He didn't have to complete the sentence for me to know the answer.****The darkness from her past had returned hand in hand with the taunting present. Rose was caged in the hands of the devil and he was not ready to let go anytime sooner.****Sequel to the submission series. (Submit #2)Slow updates.Triggers and smut present.I do not own the background picture of this book's cover.Book cover made by me.

Jemi held the lump in her throat trying to form a moan..was she beautiful the candle light bathed her in golden glory giving her the lure of Aphrodite. slowly Emma walked up to her, her fingers resting on Jemi's face. "you're cold aren't you?" the words couldn't come out, so she nodded. Jemi could swear she saw her smile. Emma's hands went down to her shirt, like a sorceress each time she touched the buttons, it flew open. swiftly she slipped to shirt down her hands, her pointy breast now on display, Emma placed her hands on them, squeezing and tugging with her fingers as she kissed her, teasing, testing her limit. Kissing her back Jemi wondered if this was one of those dreams she always had. with her hands resting on Jemi's taut belly, Emma's provoking lips went down to her neck. Jemi gasped "you kiss me there I'm losing control" she whispered hoping it sounded like a warning. seems like Emma wasn't heeding the warning or she was just plain deaf. nibbling, she bit it softly then sucked on it again. And all hell broke loose.

The fate of the world rests in the hands of four dysfunctional teenagers and a bunch of oddball adults. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

My wife is the daughter of a top jewelry tycoon. She accused me of pushing her mother down the stairs to steal the family fortune and had me thrown in prison. While I was locked up, her people disfigured my face and crushed my hands—the same hands that once played the piano. After my release, I run from her like a madman. Just like she said I would, I give up and start mooching off a wealthy woman. But then, she clings to me and begs me not to leave.

after escaping her terrible and abusive boyfriend, Anora falls into the hands of a Mafia Leader and from there, unexpected things starts to happen

"I want you... Wolf," She whispers sweetly, taking my bottom between her teeth and she lightly sucks on it with a moan leaving her lips. She releases my lip, her hands move to the buckle of my slacks and she loosens it. I clamp my eyes shut, leaning my head against the doorframe with a silent plea hanging on the tip of my tongue that I don't lose contro,l and take her like a savaged beast. --- LOVING wolf was like a chaotic thunderstorm engulfing me. He was beautiful, unpredictable, and brutally ruthless. Someone like me doesn't belong in his world. Used as a pawn, I find myself falling into the wrong hands time and time again. BUT I always end back up in the hands that make my body burn with fever, my heart pound with desire, and my blood boil, with contempt. He is my Wolf, and I am his Red to our screwed-up fairytale love story.

Dorian’s eyes darkened with something dangerous as he watched her reaction. “You think you can stand on your own?” he whispered, his voice low and thick with intent. “ If you think is possible then, Prove it, little hybrid.” Before she could respond, his lips descended on hers. The kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as though he was trying to dominate her through sheer force. But what surprised Irwin more was her own response. Her body acted on its own, her lips moving against his, her hands gripping his arms as if she couldn’t bear to let go. Dorian groaned softly as his hands roamed down her body, pulling her closer. His touch was rough, possessive, and yet it ignited something deep within her that she had never felt before. Irwin gasped as he kissed her harder, his hands sliding under her clothes, brushing against her skin.

"You'll take so much time to realize how much blessed you are. To be love by someone, whole heartedly and to be love by someone too, unconditionally." Faye Alistry Hermano is a famous writer from wattpad. She have published books and gained a lot of readers and followers because of her great stories. She's great in writing... that's what her readers tell her but still, something is wrong. She knew it. Something is strange when she is writing each of her story. It feels like her hands are only the one who are capable of writing the story she is creating... and that all make sense on the sixth story her hands created which entitled Different World But Same In Feelings. Her hands created someone who will be her downfall and that is Leiton Ash Javier. It's hard to believe but even she knew what was wrong with her hands. She hide it and made it as her secret.

Barely escaping a forced marriage and death, Madeline Devitt, an alpha heiress, falls on the hands of human traffickers and is auctioned in underground society. Lucius Voss, alpha of one of the elite packs, buys her freedom to use her for his own benefits. He's the most pompous, overbearing, and narcissistic man she ever met, but she knows only him can help her achieve her goals. She wants to avenge her family's death and claim what's rightfully hers. Even if it means going through hell in the hands of the wicked alpha...

A girl who wouldn’t be missed finds herself in the hands of a ruthless kidnapper. How will she escape? Does she want to?