Hand Holding Sword

Contains Mature Language! •••PROLOGUE••• She was light He was dark She was Sweet He was Stubborn She was innocent Flower He was Thorn In Flower She was full of Positivity He was all about Darkness And HE WAS DOMINANT SHE WAS SUBMISSIVE ______________________ "I said don't come near me!" She said while slipping back in fear on the deserted road in the dead of night holding her lehenga. "I will!! You can't stop me!" He was slowly moving closer to her in a menacing tone. "What do you want? Why don't you leave me?" "I want you, Only You!" Saying this he grabbed the girl's arms with a jerk and pressed her body to his hard body. She was looking at him with fear and tears in her eyes. "Please don't do it!" She pleaded softly. "Sweetheart! I have not done anything yet! And if I do, you will not be able to do anything" Saying that in one stroke, that person hanged that girl on his shoulder like a sack. She yearned to get rid of him but to no avail. The man almost slammed the girl on the bonnet of his car parked in the middle of the empty road and held her wrist with one hand and held her above his head. He put his entire weight on her and came close to her face and caressing her soft lips with the thumb of his other hand, said "Beautiful faces looks even more beautiful in agony of anger.... like you" And as soon as he said this, he pressed his hard lips on the soft lips like petals of that girl, due to which the girl sobbed. ___________________ Want to know further? So Start reading it. It have mature elements so read it at your own Risk.

In a world consumed by war and revenge, he was the only one she could see. But with a sword that thirsted for blood, and a mask that hid her true identity, could they ever be together? As every enemy fell to her feet, and he fought to keep her safe, their fate became more entwined than ever. But when the truth is revealed, will their love survive the danger that follows? Don't miss this thrilling tale of Mask Princess in Revenge.

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

When the future Alpha and Beta of the Winter pack fight to hide and deny their inappropriate feelings for one another from everyone including themselves and each other, until secrets, truths and a mysterious magical heritage are revealed. Leading them down a branching, rocky path into the unknown and beyond in search of their happily-ever-after. Will the guilt, grief and pain along the way be too much for the young couple and shatter their world as they know it, or will they rise above it all to conquer and simply survive, or will their many foes and obstacles be too much for them and get in the way. **************** "If I have to dance with one more eligible bachelorette, I'm gonna ... " He stops mid rant as the band starts playing a cover of satellite by Nickelback, and I close my eye swaying to the opening notes. "Chilli?" Suddenly, Elias is back up on his feet, holding out his hand. "Hu?" Bewildered as I look up at him, "May I have this dance?" I look at Erin, who pulls a silly face and shrugs. "Umm," hesitant to his offer. "Come on, I know you like this song. Let's show them how it's done. Plus, it'll be nice not to have my feet stepped on at least once tonight. " he winks at me with a cheeky grin. His not wrong, I do love this song, and part of our training was learning all forms of ballroom dances. Taking a deep breath, I take his hand and let him lead me to the middle of the dance floor. I put my hand on his shoulder as his goes to my waist, which sent a spark through my nerves. Hu, weird, must be the rum and coke. We young wolves aren't allowed to drink much.

All Andrea wanted to do on her birthday was have fun and forget all her problems, including the fact that she just broke up with her ex boyfriend of a few weeks. She did not expect getting drunk and showing her wild side to Chase, the biggest Mafia boss she has only heard of. Thinking she already escaped, she is surprised to see him in school again. Finding out he's a great womanizer and a Mafia boss. Chase cannot leave her alone, ever since he had a taste of her, he could not stop thinking about her. He wanted her all to himself and he used his power to his advantage especially finding out his rival is in love with her. He is crazy about her body, possessive and scary. How will Andrea survive being stuck between two young Mafia bosses who hate each other and her family who is planning her death on the other hand? .................. "You are my woman and you should do whatever I want. I don't share my things with anyone! You need to understand that or we are going to keep having issues!" He fired back. I sighed deeply, "There you go with being controlling again. I am not your property!" . "I'm....sorry." I managed to say, my hand is bruising and he wouldn't stop holding it like that. "I won't warn you again. Now..." He sat down on a chair facing me, "I want you to strip." "Why..." He stood up and moved closer to me, "Never mind, I will do it myself. You can't stop me."

" stay two metres away from me anytime you are here, you are just my son's nurse so don't act like the caretaker of this whole house" Malcolm growled angrily as Aurora gulped and moved two paces away from him in fear holding onto the little boy's tiny hands. Malcolm Hart, the thirty-five year old business tycoon and the owner of chains of companies scattered around the world. He is the father of Liam,his seven year old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has little time to live, despite having so much money it was hard to get his son treated. Aside being his son's father, he is also different from other men as he doesn't mingle or interact with the world around him unless for business and his ruthlessness was on another level. Things becomes different when Liam is admitted in the hospital because of a sudden seizure due to his illness and he gets attached with his nurse who he later calls his best friend, the two become so attached that Liam ended up asking her to become his nanny since his papa was hardly ever around. As Nurse Aurora step into the Hart mansion, things were not as she thought because on one hand is the son who adores her like his own mother and on the other hand is his papa who didn't even like seeing her because to him, she was just like the other girls. The story of a father and son, caught in the middle of a beautiful love with their in-house Nurse. Will the love for an innocent dying child make two people fall in love or drift them apart?

My CEO wife insists on taking a young, fresh intern under her wing. She wants to train him personally. She says to me, "Don't overthink this. I just value his potential." She's always been stern and stoic, but she starts dressing in pink and pulling her hair back in high ponytails. On our third wedding anniversary, she and the intern even willfully disappear for 48 hours. When others are searching for her like mad, she shares photos of her riding a carousel and holding cotton candy. She captions them, "I found the purest of joys in the most joyful of places—all because of you!" Our company loses a huge project because of this, and I lose my wife. I slip a divorce agreement between the pages of the intern's application to become a permanent staff member. My wife signs it without even looking and says, "Knowing what Elliot can do, he's more than capable of carrying out the role of a vice president." I calmly hand her my resignation. "You're right. That's why I'll make way for him."

Sylvia started her training as a nameless orphan incapable of lying and wanted for crimes she did not commit at the age of 15 - and became one of the most notorious assassins the realm had ever seen. Loyal to the highest bidder, there were no lengths she would not go to in order to fulfill a contract and no mark she could not kill... until this one. Captain Tane's mission in life was to stamp out evil or die trying. The mysterious leaders of the enemy he struggled to fight were, in his mind, the only people more evil than assassins and it was common knowledge that they had hired one to come after him. The last thing he expected was for her to trick her way into masquerading as his apprentice. Now they are in a battle of wits for their lives and their reputations.

A stunning married woman came to me, asking to share an apartment. She could not afford the rent, so she offered to pay with her body instead. I thought I had conquered her both body and soul, but it turned out she had other intentions. What I had believed was a moment of passion turned out to be a dangerous trap, as this woman was a black widow. She snuggled up to me, laughing softly. "Don't you know that lust is a double-edged sword?'"

From the time I was ten until I turned eighteen, my parents made me write 299 IOUs. Every time I needed money, I had to borrow it and pay it back as an adult. Then I got into a car accident. I needed money for surgery but was still short by 3,000. With no other options, I went to my parents for help. But they just gave me cold smiles. “Clara, you’re eighteen now. We have no obligation to give you money anymore. If you need it, write another IOU.” While holding back tears, I wrote my 300th IOU. After my surgery, I saw my adopted sister’s social media post. In the pictures, she was celebrating her 18th birthday on a cruise. She was the center of attention, like a princess. My parents had given her a luxury apartment in the city and a Maserati as birthday gifts. Even my childhood friend was looking at her with love in his eyes. She said they were the ones she loved and thanked them for giving her the best of everything. I looked down at the crumpled IOU in my hand and suddenly laughed. Once I paid off my debt, I would no longer need such a family.