Everytime We Touch

“ Fuck the rules, Diana!” He snapped. “ Everyone knows the prophecy about you. You will never have a mate. That is your destiny. Besides, isn't that one of the reason we got together?” My heart sank when he mentioned the prophecy and I couldn't help the sting in my eyes and the pang I felt in my heart.“ We’ve been together for months now, and you were not convinced that it is appropriate for me to touch you and do things to your body?” He sneered and took an intimidating step forward, bridging the gap between us. At this point, I could feel his breath on my face, my heart palpitating in my chest. Something just doesn’t seem right.I feel my body temperature rising, heat emitting from my body, and sweat breaking out of my skin.“ I know you want me, Diana.” He coerced and tilted my chin upward with his gaze boring into my eyes.“ It’s all over you,”

BLURB ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** You can’t force me to go with you,” I sneered. “I will carry you myself, Vanessa, if you insist on acting like a kid.” “I‘ll yell out for help, someone will hear.” “And sentence your loved ones to death? I think not,” he squinted. “What was their name again, Alena… Eugene" “Kai, don’t you dare touch my loved ones!” I said in gritted teeth as I walked closer to him, warning him, “Or else I will— He scoffed, and he grabbed my hand. “You will what? Huh?” Tears began to fall freely from my eyes. “Kia, don’t touch the ones I love!” I said in between tears. “We made a deal,” he said, grabbing my hands as I struggled to be free from his grip. “There is no going back. If you ever run away again, I won’t even give you a preview, you will attend the funeral of your loved ones.” his voice was dangerously low. Hot tears fell from my eyes. “I won’t touch you, so that you can suffer for your mistake,” he smirked. “You and I know, the pain is worse than death,” he said in a whisper. I closed my eyes and let tears cascade down my cheeks. I now understood what I had done. Understood that I had made a deal with the monster who was once my lover. I was foolish to think he had changed.

My mother-in-law, Barbara Morris, insisted that a load-bearing wall was blocking our home's good energy. She even hired someone to tear it down for a panoramic floor-to-ceiling window. The contractor, Peter Stone, kept refusing. "Ma'am, we really can't do this. If we take this wall down, the whole building will collapse." In my past life, I fought desperately to stop them, even getting on my knees and begging them not to touch this wall that held the entire building together. My husband, Tom Williams, thought I was embarrassing him. He slapped me so hard that my left ear went deaf, and he forced them to demolish the wall anyway. That night, the entire building suffered a catastrophic structural failure. I was trapped under the rubble for seven days and nights with ruptured internal organs. Right before I died, I heard Tom shouting at the rescue team. "Save my mom first! That other woman has insurance. If she dies, we'll get the payout and buy a new place!" At that moment, the resentment inside me hardened. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment when the construction crew had just arrived. Looking at that thick load-bearing wall and Tom's hand about to rise up and strike me, I smiled and handed him the eighty-pound sledgehammer nearby. I said, "Mom's absolutely right. Once we knock down this wall, our place will turn into a luxurious river-view apartment. Anyone who tries to stop us is a complete idiot."

Community Service. Two words I should be thankful for, but I’m not. I resent the hours it’s away from building my business. When they push the little girl into the room, her crazy curls barely held back by the barrette in her hair, and studious glasses on her face, I can tell she’s scared. Something inside of me breaks, and I want this girl to feel wanted again. What I’m unprepared for is meeting her mom. The second our hands touch, there are fireworks, bright lights, and a picture of the future I could one day have. The future I’ve never allowed myself to wish for. Community service becomes more than a chore. In the months that follow, I realize they’re just like me: they’ve been abandoned, left behind by the world, forgotten by those who should love them. Thanks to the one last hope in both our lives - we found the light in the darkness we’d been searching for.Trick is created by Laramie Briscoe, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

I walked into that pack with one goal, catch a killer. Not fall for the one man I swore I’d never see again. Grayson. Alpha. Arrogant. Dangerous. The same man who hated me for years… and now looks at me like I belong to him. The second our eyes meet, something inside me ignites. The mate bond. A cruel, twisted joke from the universe. Because he’s a werewolf, I’m human, and this kind of bond is forbidden. But when he’s close, logic burns away. His scent seeps under my skin. His touch makes it impossible to breathe. And the way he growls my name… it’s a sin I crave more than air. We’re supposed to be enemies. Instead, we’re tangled in a fire that could ruin us both. The pack is dying. A killer lurks in the shadows. And the Alpha I hate might be the only one who can save me… or destroy me completely. I came to stop a monster. I didn’t expect to fall for one.

His voice purred in my ear, while his touch trailed up my neck, causing goosebumps all over my skin and giving my body a surprised jerk. “What we share is not love. It's madness and an addiction that'll ruin us. In life or death, you're forever mine.” At Iris' first taste of freedom, she wants more. Being a mateless virgin at twenty-one was taboo in her world. She fakes her age, joins a competition, and just like the other contestants, hopes to win Unknown to her, Adonis's soul is surrounded by a dangerous fire, one that could either ignite her passion or consume her. Will her quest for freedom and love lead to her salvation or her undoing? Read on to find out.

Wesley Carter Cordova is a handsome, rich and a happy go lucky man. He is the owner of Cordova luxury shopping mall located at Quezon City, Philippines. Wesley is a certified womanizer. At the age of thirty two, it never crossed his mind to settle down and get married, because he's contented that he would see different faces of women everytime he opened his eyes in the morning. Unfortunately, destiny played with him. Dahil ang huling babaeng nakasiping niya ang siya pa 'lang magsisilbing instrumento tungo sa kanyang pagbabago. Ngunit paano kung dumating sa puntong singilin na siya ng kapalaran? Paano pa nga ba siya makapagbibigay ng sapat na kabayaran kung bandang huli'y maiiwan lang naman siyang sawi at luhaan?

Ana: as a 17 year old ,I wished for a normal ,peaceful life but apparently that cannot be possible .On my 18th birthday I found out that I come from a line of 'silver blooded vampires'. Turns out i'm as fucked up as it gets . And my feelings for him acts as a cherry on top. Andrew: My vampire powers seem to work on everyone but not her and I am eager to find the reason behind it. But everytime I am near her ,there is some kind of gravitational pull and I feel like my life is connected to hers by a thread and my first instinct is to protect her at all costs. If I get close to her ,there will be only two possible outcomes . Either I am gonna be her death or she will be mine. UNFORTUNATELY, I have sucked her into the mess and danger myself.

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

"Mommy, we found a daddy!" My twins have brought three powerful men for me to choose a husband. The most powerful and handsome man in the world is standing before me, saying, "I gave you my virginity, won't you take responsibility?" "Darling, I was wrong, please come back to me," my ex-husband who once sold my innocence for his own gain and abandoned me for my sister is on his knees begging me for me to get back with him. Even the in-laws and adopted family, who once despised and tormented me are now at my feet, begging for forgiveness. "Baby, we finally found you," the mysterious family I never expected, who've been waiting for me their whole lives. Meanwhile, my new in-laws are ready to fight the world for me, "She’s not just our daughter-in-law, she's our daughter." And my brothers-in-law, standing with their brother, fiercely ready to even burn the world for me, "If anyone dares to touch our sister-in-law, they won't even leave ashes behind."