Fingers Of The Mountain Oblivion

Daphney Krenshaw, a working class lady who never believes in love found herself existing in a world full of love. Her parents had her wrapped around their fingers, she was ready to be committed to anything but marriage was not on her list. Richmond Hill, a young and rich billionaire whose eyes caught all ladies found it difficult to love. He sees ladies as an object he could just play with when he felt like. As fate would have it,their first meeting was quite unusual as a spark was created . Daphney found herself engaged to the person she hated the most and is now forced to live with a rich and spoilt billionaire's son. He was different from all the dates her younger sister had set her up with. How would she cope with something she had never dreamt of having? How would Richmond end this engagement which meant business to him when he starts falling for the angel in his home?

Shaina Dela Cruz only wanted a decent job to help her struggling family in Cebu. Becoming the secretary of Lukas Vergara—the arrogant, perfectionist CEO—was never part of her plans. Their first encounter was a disaster, and her first day at work proved he was every bit the impossible boss she imagined. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Sharing the same office with him meant sharing the same air, the same silence, and—much to her dismay—the same intoxicating scent that made her pulse race against her will. Lukas was cold, demanding, and annoyingly unreadable… until one slip of her fingers on the keyboard revealed her thoughts in the most embarrassing way. For the first time, she saw him smile. Now, stuck between her pride and her growing attraction, Shaina must decide: is babysitting the boss worth the chaos in her heart? Or will this impossible man become the one mistake she’ll never regret?

“Turn around,” he whispered, and the brush of his fingers against my neck set my whole body on fire. *** I was royalty, a wolf born of two powerful rulers. But when I turned eighteen and still couldn’t shift, the pack called me cursed. Weak. Useless. Then came the rogue attack. Blood. Fire. Betrayal. I ran, thinking I was escaping death, only to find out the truth was far worse. Because I’m not just a wolf. I’m something else. Something ancient. Something the moon itself fears. And when he found me, my mate, the one with eyes like wildfire and a voice that could command storms, my secret burned to the surface. Now I’m caught between the bond I can’t fight and the power I can’t control. And if I’m not careful… I might destroy the very world that rejected me.

Maddox Dasher is the cruellest and the aggressive businessmen in Las Vegas, Nevada. Half of the nightclubs and casinos are under his name. He is the alpha of a famous pack named Czar. Nobody in the world knows that a famous bachelor like him can be so much more. "Pidge...sounds like more of a Pidgeon." his low voice made her weak on her knees.But it was an insult for her...instead of keeping her mouth shut she cried out, "Maddox sounds more like an asshole."This made him chuckle heartily."You listen to me, Pidge. And you listen to me good...you are not leaving this place...not when I'm around...not even when I'm not around.""Get this thing straight into the tiny mind of yours," he inhaled sharply...her scent always triggered his inner beast.She felt his hot breath on her neck, she clenched her thighs tight when his fingers gently brushed her exposed thighs.

"I'm very sure I'm allowed to fuck who so ever I want to fuck" I yelled at him, unaware of how close we were"No Cara, you only get to fuck me, I own you and this sweet pussy of yours" he said, sliding his fingers into my pussy.All this started because of that stupid threesome I agreed to.Sewa has been alone for most of her life, not because she couldn't have friends, no, she just enjoyed her own company and she loved peace and quiet. It lasted for a while until she came across the greatest disturbance Antonio Rivera, an Italian womanizer who took to liking her and her body.She can't seem to get him out of her mind after their first meeting and likewise.The man started to grow a strong sexual desire towards her until it became something more, something he dreaded.

"Is this what you want?" he murmurs, gaze gliding down to where his fingers linger dangerously on my upper thigh. Resting his hand on the surface beside me, he leans down above me. "You just have to say it, and it's yours." *** On her eighteenth birthday, Aven starts to notice strange things. She feels watched, and one day, when facing death, she is saved by a stranger. For years she wonders who he is or who he was. When facing death again, he comes back. Aven doesn't realise how special she is, or how many people will go at great lengths to protect her, and to use her hidden gifts for their own gain. Although no one wants her more than a powerful Immortal. However, his desire for her may prove to be deadly, and as her mate, his vow to protect her will prove to put their entire world at risk.

Mia Rodgers was a pampered young girl who had a seemingly perfect life, but when tragedy strikes and her parents are brutally murdered. Mia's world crumbles around her. The pack, quick to point fingers, frames her for the crime and she finds herself at the mercy of her own people. Abandoned by her friends and rejected by her mate, Luke, Mia is forced into servitude. But when she escapes and crosses paths with a charismatic vampire and a fierce werewolf, a new chapter in her life begins. Together, they form an unlikely alliance and set out to uncover the truth behind her parents' deaths. As Mia delves deeper into the mystery, she uncovers a web of deceit and betrayal that stretches far beyond her pack. With vengeance in her heart and the weight of the world on her shoulders, Mia must fight tooth and nail to bring justice to those who wronged her family. But will her thirst for revenge consume her, or will she emerge victorious and reclaim her rightful place in the pack?

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."

Just two days before our engagement, my fiance, Theodore Scott, kneels to adjust the hem of my dress, his fingers suddenly brushing lightly against my ankle. "Isabella, I've never seen you wear heels. You have such beautiful feet." I adjust the waistline of my gown in the mirror and answer casually, "I'm not used to them. My legs hurt when I walk in heels." "Just try them. High heels would look perfect with your mermaid dress." His palm glides up along my leg, stopping at the back of my knee. He murmurs, "Red-bottom stilettos—each step would sway so gracefully, and the way they'd peek out when you walk… You'd look breathtaking in them." I look up and catch his focused, burning gaze in the mirror. "Since when do you know about these things?"

The moment the acid hit my skin, I heard my own flesh sizzle. In the last moments before my consciousness faded, my trembling fingers managed to dial my brother, the new Don of the Steele family. To my relief, Farrow finally answered. The sounds of expensive jazz and clinking glasses bled through the receiver. His voice was cold as ice. "What is it this time, Grace?" "Farrow... help me..." He cut me off before I could finish. "Listen, Betty's book launch is tomorrow night. If you dare cause a scene or embarrass the Family, I'll disown you. I'll ship you off to a convent in Sicily." The line went dead. A moment later, a second splash of acid hit my face, and the searing agony consumed me. My eyes were gone, leaving nothing but hollow, bloody sockets. You don't need to exile me, Farrow. I'm already gone. Forever.