Get A Grip Novels & Stories

Lydia didn't turn back; she wanted to get away from him, but Jayden must have covered the space between them in seconds because he grabbed her by the elbow and spun her trembling body around to face him. "Let me go! Let me go!" She struggled, trying to pull her arm away, but he didn't let go; instead, he tightened his grip around her arm, making her wince out in pain. "You think it'll be that easy to get away from me?" He growled at her his amber eyes vindictive as they stared into her soul, "I am the personification of all your nightmares, my dear wife, and this is just the beginning." xoxoxoxo Lydia Mars' testimony had put Jayden White in prison two years ago even though he was innocent and now he is out, seeking revenge and blood for the wrong done to him. His revenge starts with her.

Elena tried to get out of his grip but he was too heavy for her. “I am married.” She screamed. “You are not, not anymore.” He spoke as he bit her neck to the extent that she felt as if he will snatch out her flesh. “Please, let me go.” “That husband of yours lost you on a bet. I am the winner, and you belong to me. Just me.” She knew what Aslan was saying was right. John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet.

WARNING: 18+ Contains explicit sex scenes. ***** Blood. Lust. Bodies... Sex. Pain. Love. They were never meant to exist separately. All Aiden wanted was to get his niece back alive. Instead, he walked straight into the grip of a man who ruled him– body, mind, and every fragile nerve in between. Power became obsession. Obsession became desire. And desire became something far more dangerous. When Aiden is given the chance to go back and change everything, he discovers the cruelest truth of all: the man who ruined him, the man he craves… may be the very man he once swore to destroy. ***** If you crave dark romance, forbidden attraction, and a dangerous Dom/Sub dynamic woven into a twisted love story, ‘THE DEVIL’S GAME’ was written for you.

"Where are you going, Mrs?" Zaviyaar pulled her to himself after seeing her going away from him. She fell straight on his lap. "I was going to change the dress." She said in a low voice as she felt his warm breathing airing on her neck. "It's not needed." He said meaningfully to her and put his lips on her neck. Anaaya stopped breathing as she felt his grip getting tight. This man is living in her every breath. Zaviyaar tightened his grip on her waist and slowly his lips travelled up from her neck to her face. Anaaya's heart was pounding fast as she felt his warm lips and his beard rubbing against her skin. "You have become my soul, Anaaya Zaviyaar." He said lovingly, kissing Anaaya's cheeks. Anaaya abruptly held him tightly by his shoulders. "For the happening of this moment, I waited every moment." She leaned near his ear and taking a heavy breath, she told him in a soft voice. Abruptly, Zaviyaar's grip has tightened around her waist.

To protect my boyfriend, Nico, the illegitimate son of our allies, the Moretti family, from their internal power struggles, I agreed to leave New York with him. But on the eve of my adoptive father, the Don of the Falcone family, signing our transfer orders, he backed out. Through the hidden door of the cigar lounge, I heard his right-hand man tease him: "So you really kept up that act for three months just to get rid of the princess?" "But she's your childhood sweetheart. You really have the heart to some miserable fishing village in the Baltics all by herself?" Nico's voice was nonchalant. "It's just an outpost across the pond. How far can it be?" "Scarlett is too controlling. If I don't get her out of the picture, how am I supposed to get any breathing room? Besides, I need to put Chloe at ease." I stood behind that hidden door for a long time that night, my grip on the doorknob tightening until my knuckles were white, before I finally let go. I turned and walked away, pulling out my tablet to change my flight plan. I changed the destination from the official plan of that desolate Baltic outpost to a seat at the High Table in Sicily, which is the absolute center of old-world Mafia power. Everyone seemed to have forgotten. I am the princess of the Falcone family. And he is nothing but filth from the gutter. We were never a match.

What were the odds that I'd just fucked my boss and been too buzzed, too horny to clock it? Impossible. Catastrophic. My life was like a ticking bomb of fuckups already; this would only make it explode. "Get a grip, Shayle," I whispered, shaking my head hard. It can't be. -------------- What would you do if you found out you only had four months left to live? In the case of Shayle Vale, she was the definition of a plain Jane; quiet, overlooked, and freshly dumped by a boyfriend who called her ‘boring’. But when the doctor drops her death sentence, she decides ‘boring’ dies today. She made a list; Quit her job, Lose her virginity to her hot next-door neighbor, get a tattoo and Do what the fuck she wants. But life doesn’t play fair. Her shitty boss refused to accept her resignation, her neighbor was allegedly still a virgin, and nothing on her list was going according to plan. Now Shayle’s plain, safe little life is spiraling into messy office wars, late-night temptations, secrets she never saw coming and a toxic love triangle. Will she tick off her last wishes, or will fate throw her off the list completely and into the arms of two sinfully attractive men instead?

His grip on her neck tightened as he rammed into her, the sound of her moans filling up his office. “Say it,” He whispered. “Say you belong to me,” The words tremble on her tongue, half plea, half surrender. “I… belong to you.” Her body trembled, caught between wanting to run and wanting to fall deeper into whatever this was. Serafina had just one job to do. Infiltrate his mafia. Obtain information. And kill him. And she would do anything it takes to get the job done, even if it means submitting to a demon. Dimitri Volkov is ruthless, untouchable and looked like pure, undiluted sin. He was not the kind of man you love. He was the kind of man that ruins you and makes you enjoy it. And now Dimitri doesn’t just want her body, her wants her heart, mind and soul. And once the mafia king decides you are his, he never lets you go.

My father sold me out, I hate my family and hatred is slowly taking over my life. I was forced into a marriage that I didn't want with a billionaire. My pride couldn't bear his arrogance and cold-heartedness demeanor so I ran away wishing to not get caught. -"I might not want to be a part of this marriage but why don't you?" he asked in a husky voice. -"Why can you not want it but I can't, that is why I despise you, Shawn." I spat out. He grabbed my hand pulling me to his chest as he aimed for my lips, I wanted to back away but his firm grip wouldn't let me. He tried to invade my mouth but I didn't grant him entry so he bit my lip which caused me to yelp and that was his chance to deepen the kiss as he held my waist pinning me to his body.

"You beast leave me." She said, trying to get out of his tight grip and she again felt Ethan's lips on her. She was thrashing her hands in his embrace. Ethan squeezed her butt and her eyes widened more in shock. After some time, Ethan let go of her swollen lips and Jennifer raised her hand again to slap him but his next words stopped her. "The more you slap me, the more I will kiss you." He exclaimed with a satisfied smirk, enjoying her cute anger and she looked down blushing hard. ~~~~~ Jennifer Andrews, a simple and beautiful girl has a life full of dreams. Her biggest dream was to study in her dream city, New York. What she didn't know was that the dream will make her drown in an ocean of emotions! Once she dived into it, there is no going back! ~~~~~ Tune in to know, how a person pulls her into his sick games while another one shows her light through darkness!

In order to avenge Lily Bauer, an orphan staying with the Frostfang pack, Ethan Hawkins doesn't show up at the agreed time on the day of our betrothal party. He only sends his Beta to my door with a message. "Last time, you injured Lily with wolfsbane pollen, humiliating her at the pack gathering. Today is just a lesson. Apologize to Lily and send over the necklace she likes, and then we'll get betrothed." Overnight, I become the laughingstock of the entire pack. My brother, Ryan Fuller, says, "Lily just lost her parents. Let her vent her anger. Ethan is meant to be your mate anyway. Delaying your betrothal by a few days is no big deal." Really? It isn't a big deal? The Frostfang pack's ancestral token isn't something just anyone can covet. I turn around and grip the wolf-shaped crest offered by the Blackwood pack. "I accept the Blackwood pack's proposal for a mate alliance."