Clasps Hands

“Give me your hands,” he ordered, coldly. I froze, watching him loosen his tie as he walked closer. Something about him felt… off. Mean. Distant. My throat went dry, but I gave him my hands anyway. He gripped my wrists—tight enough for my pulse to throb under his fingers. He wrapped the tie around them and pulled, dragging me up the bed like an animal on a leash. My back hit the headboard. Before I could react, he tied the other end of the tie to the frame. Then he reached for the veil on the nightstand. “What are you doing?” I asked, heart racing. He didn’t answer….just placed the veil over my head like I was a doll. “Making sure I don’t see your face and wish it was hers,” he said, unbuttoning his shirt. I blinked. “Hers?” He leaned in. His jaw clenched. “Your twin sister,” he said. “I wanted her. Not you.” His words felt like someone yanked the floor right under me. “I should be with her,” he added cruelly. “Loving her. Worshiping her. Not stuck with a knockoff pretending to be my wife.” I couldn’t breathe. My hands fought the tie, but it was useless. I was trapped, veiled and bound. Lucian didn’t want me. He wanted ‘her’ instead. —------------- Losing her clinic was devastating. Facing eviction was worse. But accepting a mysterious nursing job? That was desperation at its finest. What Scarlett Ashford didn’t expect was that her patient would be her terminally ill twin, the same sister she’d cut ties with. And Lucian Montgomery, her sister’s cold billionaire husband, offered her a proposition far beyond medical care. He wanted her to be his surrogate. Scarlett wonders—what twisted melodrama has she gotten herself into?

I put my t-shirt down, my hands shaking. I try to ignore them and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My hair color is dark brown and a vague hint of golden. My dad used to say that my eyes are ocean blue. A guy in my history cl once said that I had perfect s. Another guy said that I had a great body. They wanted to date me. And I dated few of them. I brush my fingers in my forehead. Then my dark, thick eyelashes. The side of my nose. My s. I run my hand at my neck, then across my collarbone. Am I beautiful? Honestly, I don't know. Maybe I'm not. "You were wrong, Angelina Valentine." A voice inside my head suddenly whispers. "Calm down, Angel," another voice whispers. It's the voice I loved. His voice is fading away. My hands start shake again, my breath rapidly quickening. I am losing control. I have to do something. "Goddammit!" I punch the mirror with my fist. It shatters into thousand pieces. My reflection has shattered into thousand pieces, too. The mirror now looks to me like an art. And my bloody knuckles. "I am sorry, Edwin. I can't promise you anymore, because you left me." I bite my to stop myself from crying. I won't cry. What's the point of crying? My sixth sense is suddenly alert. Somebody is watching me. I spin around. A guy is standing in front of the door, leaning against it. He wears a tight blue shirt, the sleeves folded. His black hair is ruffled and his hands are folded across his chest. The probable most amazing thing about him is his eyes. They are dark green. They are dangerous, beautiful and incredibly unreadable. And they are watching me.

Eric couldn't resist reaching out to touch Katrina's face. Her skin was warm and soft. She smelled like lilac soap and cinnamon, a delightful combination he had only encountered in her. He slid his thumbs slowly across her lips. They opened with a tiny gasp that made them all more tempting. "Kat... " He looked into her eyes and forgot what he had intended to say. God! She was too beautiful. Her eyes were filled with care, love and longing. Longing that sure matched his own. Very slowly, wanting to draw out every moment, Eric brought his lips to hers. He watched her eyes glaze, and heard her ragged moans when his mouth touched hers, then he kissed her passionately. He ran his lips down over the line of her throat. Heavenly warm skin met his lips. Eric inhaled the downy softness, bringing his hands up along her hips, at her waist and upward along her ribs to the front of her blouse, over her breasts. Katrina moaned softly in approval, cupping her hands in his as he undid the buttons on her blouse. Her breasts came spilling into his hands after he unhooked her bra. He filled his palm with her breasts. "God! I want you Kat" he said with a voice laced with deep passion. Katrina Argos aged twenty,set out to take her revenge on Eric Salmadiego, the guy who almost ruined her sister's life. Eric Salmadiego aged twenty four was a well known arrogant and popular billionaire. Not only was he arrogant, he was a full time playboy. To achieve her mission, Katrina moved into Eric's house as a live in maid. The both of them started on a rough note, but as time went by they fell in love with each other.

It's nighttime, and I'm on the toilet with my phone. I fire up Battleborn Arena, ready to grind a few ranked matches. But an unknown number flashes on-screen and cuts me off. Annoyed, I decline the call, and a WhatsApp message pops up immediately. "Run! Edgar just snapped. He's going to kill us all!" My hands tremble. Edgar Maguire… Isn't he already dead?

Sasha Brown has the tables turned on her after her father’s death. Left with a huge debt to repay, she finds herself in the hands of the ruthless CEO of Dragon Corporation, Valentino Rex, who tends to help settle her debt if and only if she becomes his. What will she do? Will she accept his request and become his, or will she keep her dignity and decline his tempting offer?

"Does riding a horse feel good for you, Lola?" My pal's daughter, Lola Ramirez, is currently kneeling on all fours on the floor in a skimpy school uniform with her ass bucked high in the air. Meanwhile, I mount her from behind with my hands tugging on her twintails while I thrust into her rapidly. Lola's father, on the other hand, is still playing poker in the room next to ours.

"You're so beautiful" she blushed, placing her hands on his face. "The most handsome", she said, still looking at him with the most beautiful hazel eyes. "Take your hands off me" He snapped, pulling away creating distance between them but she closed it...again. "Leave!" He warned for the last time as his last restraint slipped away, fangs elongating. Fear gripped her, she ran but couldn't make it past the door. Catching her swiftly, he slammed her hard on the wall. "Too late princess" he hissed, as his beast surfaced. Nicole is a beautiful regular vampire female, with eyes that keep you locked, leaving heads turning whenever she walks past. But for some weird reason she never fancies any male vampires that came her way until she met Lucas, the most powerful hybrid.. To Nicole, he is just an ordinary man, the most handsome she has ever seen but never did she know that Lucas is no man but a super hybrid vampire who survives only on the blood of vampires. Falling completely for his charm, will Nicole meet her end? Or is the predator about to fall in love with the prey??

“Ellie, my child, the world will need your strength to save it from a great evil but do not be afraid. You will be sent great warriors to protect you during your journey. Remember to trust yourself, trust your mates and to follow your heart. You have been chosen by the Moon Goddess; do not despair for she will always be with you.” The same dream haunts Ellie every night. She knows nothing of who her parents were, only being told they were killed in a rogue attack. Fate was kind to her when she ended up in the loving hands of the Locke family but what happens when Ellie starts to have strong feelings towards the triplet sons of the Locke family? In a surprise twist in Ellie's "run of the mill" life, the entire supernatural world lands in her hands as the "end of days" approaches from the Great Evil. Will she survive what the Moon Goddess plans for her? Can the Locke triplets' love for her fill the hole in her soul she has felt for most of her life and help her to finally believe in herself? Will she allow herself to love her mates freely or allow the dark forces at work to rip them apart?

At my best friend's wedding, a girl lunged forward and caught the bouquet—only for it to slip from her hands and land squarely in my arms. My best friend, Lauren Walker, beamed at me. "Madison, looks like you're the next bride." The guests exchanged knowing glances and turned toward my boyfriend of eight years—Mason Ryder, the CEO of the Ryder Group. But he calmly plucked the bouquet from my hands and casually passed it to the girl standing beside me—his secretary, Natalie Carter. "She caught it first." He ruffled my hair, his voice gentle. "Be good. Give it back to Natalie for now. We'll wait for the next time." The spotlight—and the guests' attention—shifted with the bouquet, settling on Natalie. I looked at her startled yet shy expression, then rested a hand on my stomach and forced a bitter smile. Mason didn't know there wouldn't be a next time. Our eight-year promise had already come to an end, and we still hadn't taken the step into marriage. And I had already promised my parents, who were royalty, that next week, I would leave and return to Montelvia to inherit the family legacy.

What was it like to be in love with two brothers? Two identical brothers? One calm, collected and has his life together; the other wild and attractive and just insane? We know what you’d say—that she should go for the one who oozed of sex, yeah? Well, that was exactly who Lolita went for. Despite being engaged to Jarrod, setting eyes on Hayden made her recollect all of her decisions. Did she really want to be prim and proper with Jarrod or have fun all night long with Hayden? I mean, his offer was pretty tempting—even you won’t be able to resist. He was going to give her orgasm and take her around the world so she would see just how beautiful it was. Jarrod didn’t think she was good enough to be outside—she was too much of a princess to get her hands dirty. Hayden was offering her a chance to get those hands dirty—in the mud and with him. It didn’t matter that it was sinful and wrong and completely unethical—one could only resist Hayden Dane for so long. The day she fell for him, she didn’t stop falling. And that was where Lolita’s problems began.