Gifted Hands

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

"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.

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

Luna, princess of Lunaris, has her perfect life shattered into pieces when a great tragedy strikes her out of the blue-prompting the Royal Council of Lunaris to force an ultimatum upon her. She either proves her worth by attending and graduating from Starlight University--the Starry Galaxy's top prestigious educational institution for royals, nobles, and talented/gifted individuals--or revokes her status as princess and heir to the throne of Lunaris. Faced with a tough decision, Luna decides to attend Starlight University. While attending Starlight University, despite the hardships Luna faces from some of her peers, she sets off on a road of self-discovery, overcomes her fears, stumbles into romantic encounters, and forges true friendships. While at the same time, she must fight against an army of evil, led by a supreme being forged from chaos and destruction, who wishes to pummel the entire Starry Galaxy into the darkness. -"I'm not a hero or a saint. I'm just a person trying to change myself for the better." a quote by Luna

On Valentine's Day, my husband Ethan Scott’s assistant, Taylor Winston, gifted me 360 used condoms. She leaned close to my ear and whispered that this was Ethan’s favorite brand. Then, in front of everyone, she teased, "Valentine's Day calls for some explosive fun. I hope you don't mind, Claire." Disgust churned in my stomach, and I couldn’t hold back—I vomited on the spot. Embarrassed that I had humiliated him, Ethan snapped, "It was just a joke. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" Three months pregnant, I was so enraged that a patch of red stained my pants. I begged him to take me to the hospital. But Taylor chimed in, "It's just her physiological reaction." Furious, Ethan heartlessly locked me in the car. He spent three carefree days with Taylor before finally remembering me. But when he saw me again, the usually composed CEO of Scott Enterprise completely lost his mind.

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...

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

Alaana, daughter of the strongest Alpha King of the Green Moon Pack, has been searching for her mate for years. At 20, with no mate in sight, her father arranges a marriage with Rylan, the Beta's son-a man loyal to the pack and her childhood best friend. With a sense of duty, Alaana prepares to sacrifice her dreams of a fated bond for the good of her people. But everything changes on her wedding day when she shares a gaze with her fated mate-a mystical Omega servant hidden in the sea of faces. The bond is instant, undeniable, and forbidden. Alaana is now torn between her heart and her responsibilities. Her choices will either mean an opposition to her father, pack, and centuries of traditions or giving up the person born to be hers. Will Alaana follow her heart, risking the stability of her pack? Or will she embrace her duty and walk away from love gifted by fate? As the strongest bond clashes with the heaviest burden, Alaana has to decide what kind of Luna she is to be.

I was the real daughter—unloved, unwanted, and cast aside. The design draft I poured my heart into was stolen by my second brother and gifted to the fake daughter. Then he accused me of being a plagiarist. My father, the richest man in the city, had me blacklisted from the entire industry. The fake daughter pretended to apologize, then pushed me off a cliff. When I woke up, nearly all my bones had been shattered. I called my fiancé, the captain of the rescue team, but he was cradling the fake daughter's sprained ankle. He scoffed, "Oh, you had an accident too? Want me to save you? Why don't you just die already?" My body grew colder under the crushing pain. My eldest brother, the forensic pathologist, cut open my rotting corpse while grumbling that he was late for the fake daughter's birthday. Yet when they finally saw me again, they all cried, begging for my forgiveness.