Hands Intertwined

"This is not right," he said as he touched the side of her waist. brushing her lips against his, she whispered, " I know," "but I can't help it, professor," She said as her hands brushed against the zipper of his pants. "you are going to take me like a good girl," He said creating a little bit of distance between them. "yes sir,"

I once dared to wish for a better life for myself. Now I'm just a fragile toy in the wolf's hands, with only a name and a blank slate for memories. He said that I had earned the right to live, but I knew that he needed something from me: something that I do not remember, but which gives me the right to write down my wolf laws.

At her own wedding, Isabella Stromfang's life comes crashing down when her beloved, Logan Ravensong accuses her for an act she didn't commit and reveals that their marriage was only for the benefits of both clans. Heartbroken and disgraced, Isabella flees and ends up in the hands of the most powerful Lycan, Ethan. With his help, she seeks revenge against Logan and lover Elena.

“How sore are you?” His unexpected presence made me jump in fright. “Your Majesty?” I spun around to see him sitting on the bed I had been staring at earlier. “Come here.” He didn’t repeat the question. Did I mishear? “Your Grace, if you’ll just let me finish cleaning up this area—” I rushed out, suddenly confused and nervous about why he’d want me to come closer. “How about you abandon that and come sit, Cassia. Now.” His tone was firm yet soft. I almost gasped when he raised his eyebrows and patted his left thigh. I gulped hard and took tentative steps toward him…. In a world where medieval and modern collide, werewolves, vampires, and hybrids rule while humans live in fear, their lives not fully belonging to themselves. Cassia is one of the unfortunate souls sold by her aunt to the hybrid palace, a place desperately in need of new servants. Living under the roof of the infamous Hybrid King, who harbors a deep-seated hatred for humans—especially due to their role in the brutal attack that harmed his mother—her fate becomes dangerously intertwined with his. As she navigates the treacherous palace with survival on her mind, she becomes entangled with the King, who fights against an undeniable attraction to the very human he despises.

Raised in seclusion by humble caretakers, Caleb's life takes a tragic turn when he witnesses the murder of his adoptive father and, years later, the execution of his mother. Left with the responsibility of caring for his sister Alena, they live out a simple existence away from the prying eyes of the village. The tranquility is shattered when Alena is kidnapped, awakening Caleb's dormant powers that were hidden away by his witch mother. Teaming up with a mysterious ally, Julien, they embark on a perilous mission to rescue Alena. As they journey together, Julien seizes the opportunity to reveal Caleb's true lineage – he is the son of King Kalen Voss, also known as King Warborne. Armed with this newfound knowledge, Caleb joins forces with his Julien to fulfill a prophecy that promises to reunite the fractured people and eradicate the malevolence plaguing the land. Their quest leads them to the majestic city of Aurelia, where Caleb is initiated into the dragon army, discovering the secrets of controlling and enhancing his latent powers while keeping his royal bloodline concealed. As Caleb and Julien work in the shadows to overthrow the crown, Caleb finds unexpected love in Celeste, the king's daughter. Their passionate relationship activates a powerful mated bond, propelling them towards a destiny intertwined with the resurgence of a true dragon-king. With Celeste by his side, Caleb embraces his destiny to become the next ruler, standing on the precipice of uniting the people and vanquishing the looming evil that threatens the realm.

For five years of their contractual marriage, Serena couldn’t even catch a glimpse of her husband Alexander Vanderbilt who fled the country right after he signed the papers. She couldn’t even see him when his assistant came with divorce papers. Unbelievably, their first encounter unfolded as one night of intoxicated intimacy, with both failing to recognize one another. The next morning, she realized what had happened but when her husband still did not recognize her, she did not bother to inform him. Serena believed their paths would never cross again, only to discover that this was the commencement of their intertwined destinies. The next time Serena met with Xander, she used her middle name 'Ava' and her mother's maiden name 'Alvarez'. Recalling the virgin that had shared his bed the previous night, he almost mistook her as a prostitute until he saw her designs for his new house which, according to rumor, he bought for him and his soon-to-be bride and also his first love, Victoria. How ironic. Fate dictated otherwise and true love indeed saves the day as the more they interract, the more Xander started to feel something for Serena while Serena herself remain cool and composed, which only made him even more curious! If only he knows that she is still his wife...

My husband had just ducked into the bathroom when his phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen and saw it was his brother calling. A frown creased my brow, but I answered anyway. "George, why haven't you sent the $10,000 to Mom and Dad this month?" Ross Serrano said. "Mom just asked me about it." I hung up without a word, but a rush of fury surged through me. My husband stood at the bathroom door, his hands still dripping wet. I forced a bitter smile. "You make $8,000 a month, right? $3,000 goes to the mortgage, $2,000 to me, and you pocket $1,000 for yourself. You told me you sent $2,000 to your parents, so how did that magically turn into $10,000?" His lips quivered, his face draining of color. My heart sank, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. We'd been married for five years, and I'd never once laid eyes on his bank card. What other secrets was he keeping from me?

"You need to be on top Nikki, or I will go ape on you, with your pleads."  Sexy, so damn sexy. My hands were all over his tattooed body. His hands were grabbing my thigh, squeezing it, indulging my foreplay to his groin. "Damn it, babe, take off my boxers, I need you."  ***** She was admitted by her abusive husband for being suicidal. She was once a strong and independent woman until she married her high school love who started tearing her confidence apart, mentally abusing her. He was cornering her mind to suicidal thoughts while he screwed other women in their own home, scaring her mind for life. Until one day she met Brent, his rugged behavior and bad boy looks should have made her stay away from him. All the sexual encounters didn't help her to stay clear of him as she needs to protect her heart. Will Brenton help her pick up her pieces? Will she ever be okay again? 

...." Should I stop?" his deep husky voice asked sending shivers down my spine. His hands , leaving trails if goosebumps all around me. My breath hatching...I couldn't say anything...I couldn't do anything, only to be overwhelmed by this pleasure. He chuckled and whispered," I told you, you're all mine, and mine only..."

Slowly his hands glide up from my hips, up my back to the base of my hairline tilting my head down so that our foreheads touch. His eyes are closed and his breath is just as ragged at mine. “What on earth was that?” I ask “The best damn kiss of my life. Worth waiting almost 3 years to kiss you like that” My cheeks flush red at the comment. We have kissed a handful of times over the years. Usually instigated in a moment of weakness by Dimetrius but never anything like that. That kiss was dripping with desire from both sides. It definitely wasn’t one sided, I could feel what that kiss did to him through the hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh through his pants. I figured, why not throw it all at the wind and take a chance. I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly run my hands down the front of his chest, his eyes don’t leave mine as he sits dangerously still. I bring my hands back up his body again as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I adjust myself on his lap, so that now im sitting directly on top of his hard length and lean down to kiss him stopping just short with a smirk on my face. “Amelia” he says my name almost like a warning. That if I push him too far he is scared that he wont be able to stop. Once those flood gates are open, will either of us be strong enough to close them. I’m risking everything in this moment. I’m risking any future with Abran, and I’m risking my friendship with my best friend I am currently straddling. Fuck it