Intertwining Fingers

Alex, a billionaire and soon to be CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. His extremely good-looks and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty. He is ruthless when it comes to business and women. Bella, Alex's childhood best friend, is also soon to be CEO of the top company in the world. Head to head to Alex’s family’s company. She feels like she will never be able to find love. She had it once but it slipped through her fingers and it was not her fault. She has always been busy with work to an extent that she forgets about her own personal life. Both of them has always been close ever since they were kids, making them inseparable. As they grew older, things began to change yet best friends are forever ... no matter the circumstances. But it is not the same. Will Alex be able to fix what was broken? Will Bella be able to tame his playboy ways? What happens when a drunken night ends up changing their lives forever?

Parting his lips, Jordan placed the burning cigarette on his mouth and stood up from his seat before walking towards his shelves containing all his important documents related business, but soon there a light tug on his arm stopped his actions. It was her, he knew it cause no one other than her had the audacity to enter and exit his cabin without his permission. His wife, Hattiea. Or maybe the woman pretending to be his wife? Jordan's dark eyes landed on the culprit immediately with darkness but as soon as he found her behind him close to him... He got lost for a moment or so... The proximity rose slight tension between them. Raising her fingers up, Hattiea pulled the burning cigarette out from his mouth which was still resting on his lips. Her delicate fingers brushed his chin and lips softly. Following by the smoke, he released his minty breath in slight awe, her breath taking face was so close to his face. They both never came so close to one another actually. Even though it had been quite of time getting married with one another, they minded their boundaries well. As it was not any marriage of love for them but a marriage full of compromises. Hattiea's eyes soon travelled up from his lips back to his eyes, which were still staring at her ditching their shame. "It's dangerous for your health." Hattiea exclaimed hinting his smoking habit, while looking right into his eyes. Her hazel eyes were blank yet they held millions of emotions. "So are you!" Jordan's smoky breath caressed her face. The deepness of his voice solely made Hattiea's heart race million times faster. It was true... she was dangerous for him. Way too dangerous to handle.

Everyone in the pack knows Marcus has loved me for a decade—that I'm his destined mate. He's devastatingly handsome and brilliant, the youngest and most gifted pack healer we've ever had, with she-wolves practically throwing themselves at his feet. Yet this alpha prince has eyes only for me. But when I was nearly assaulted by a rapist, Marcus signed a settlement agreement on my behalf and issued a psychiatric diagnosis, condemning me to a mental institution. Inside the institution, I was attacked by the truly insane—they tore at my hair with clawed fingers and kicked my stomach until I couldn't breathe. Meanwhile, he held the rapist's sister Victoria close and told me: "Emma, I'll take care of you. I'll compensate you when you get out, but Victoria has severe depression. She can't handle her brother getting in trouble." Even more ridiculous—when I begged him to let me see my suicidal sister one last time, he was honeymooning with that woman in Iceland, hanging up on my eighty-nine calls. The day my sister died, I coughed up blood in that mental hospital. Three years later, he came to get me, saying he still wanted to bring me home as his mate. Looking at his careful demeanor, I suddenly laughed. Marcus, do you know? No matter how high the mental hospital walls are, they can't stop someone who's crawled back from hell for revenge. What you owe me, what you owe my sister—I'll collect it all with interest, using what you care about most.

“Give me one reason, Liv.” He stalked toward me, cornering me against the edge of the desk. “One good reason why I shouldn’t bend you over this desk and fuck you senseless.” My breath caught. “This is wrong, Damon. So wrong.” I pressed my palms flat against his chest, trying to create space. “You’re my brother-in-law…” “Not yet, love,” he whispered, fingers curling around my waist possessively. “You’re still engaged to him, but the man you’ll be getting married to…” Two fingers slipped into my heat, making me gasp. “…is me.” I should’ve walked away. I should’ve resisted. But I couldn't forget what it felt like to be his. * Olivia have the perfect life. The perfect fiancé. Marcus is everything she thought she wanted—sweet, charming, dependable. Safe. She thought she have it all figured out... Until the night of her engagement party, when she comes face-to-face with Damon—her ex. The man who had broken, damaged and left her for ruin, three years ago. The man she’s about to call brother-in-law. Now, old wounds rip open. Feelings she thought she buried, clawed their way back to the surface. And the man she once loved? He isn’t asking this time. Damon wants her back. And he’ll burn every bridge, including the one with his own brother—to make her his again. NOTE TO READERS: This is a dark, emotional, and scorching hot love story. It features a possessive anti-hero, messy family drama, emotional trauma, and morally gray decisions. If you’re looking for a soft romance with flowers and sunshine, this might not be it. But if you crave forbidden passion, flawed characters, and a love story that burns through betrayal and pains… Welcome to Olivia and Damon’s world.

A moan of pure pleasure escapes my mouth and he nips my lower lip, sending shock waves through my body. Pushing me onto my back, he continues to devour me - nipping at the skin along my neck and running his hand over the fabric covering my breasts. Heat builds up between my legs as I feel him harden against my thigh. I bite my lower lip and instinctively raise my hips against him. He moans and takes my face in his large hands. "Look at me. If we continue any further I'm not going to be able to stop myself. If we mate I will mark you and you'll be mine forever." He says slowly, the words penetrating the fog clouding my brain. "Is this what you want?" My body screams yes, but my mind forces me to be rational. "Not yet, eventually but not yet." I admit, running my hands through his hair. He sighs, disappointment evident before he rests his head on my chest. "I don't want you to get hurt by our matebond." I eventually say. "What do you mean?" He asks. I lift his hand and place it on my thigh, letting his fingers brush against the scars. "Kane told me that when you're mated, you feel everything your mate feels… I don't want that. I don't want you to feel if I die. " *** Natalia has spent the last ten years living in isolation, scarred from witnessing the massacre of her parents, she believes that the mate bond and love are a weakness she never wants to experience - even when confronted with her very own mate. Unfortunately for her, Liam, Alpha of the Dark Moon Pack has no plan on letting her go. Will succumbing to him save her, or will it be her ultimate doom?

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

Alpha Liam had no plans in getting a new Luna after his beloved wife was murdered. It was an act of unfaithfulness to his deceased wife. But as the Alpha of the Darkmoon Guardian Pack, he needs to have an heir to continue his legacy. He was against the idea of having a new Luna, but the Lycan King had ordered the Council to choose a bride for Liam. The Council of Claws chose Ember to be the new Luna of the pack. He didn't choose her. Ember was determined to win his heart. He's determined to remain faithful to his dead Luna. But things changed when Liam saw how dedicated Ember was to the pack. She's sweet yet so powerful. She's gentle but so strong. She was the epitome of a perfect Luna, and Liam started to see her in a better light. Liam was ready to finally accept Ember as his wife, especially now that she had his child. But fate had other plans for them. What happened if a woman will claim that she's the real mate of the Alpha? Veronica had Liam wrapped around her fingers the moment they saw each other. Who will Liam choose? Will he choose Ember who had his heir? Or will he choose the woman who claimed to be his lost mate? Lies. Dark secrets. Betrayal. What if Liam had chosen the wrong one? Will there be a chance to claim back his Luna and his child? What if it's too late already? Can Liam take the pain of losing another Luna in his life?

" What.. what are you doing..I am supposed to give birth to your child only..." Silvia whimpered lowly, pleasure building on the pit of her stomach. " hush, Kitten! It's mandatory to stay happy during pregnancy...I am just doing my duties..", he whispered back with a sinister smile, pushing his fingers inside her wetness slowly. Being the daughter of the werewolf hunter, Silvia Stuart had to choose a secretive life after her father's death. Away from the werewolf shadows, Silvia, the eighteen year old beauty wanted nothing but a decent life. Everything was going well until one night Alpha Seth King broke into her life as a nightmare. Killed by her hunter father, Seth wanted nothing but to avenge his mate's death. In the spare of her life, Seth offered her a deal to be his surrogate. A journey started from destined enemies, could they find their path or some unexpected secrets were bound to destroy them together?

"Leo, please stop, not so fast!" I panted hard, my fingers clenching the edge of the table as he overwhelmed me with the intensity of his thrusts. "If you beg for pleasure, you should be able to handle it when I give you some." He growled against my ear, tracing the side of my neck with his tongue, sending a jolt of pleasure. The sensation kept building so quickly that it made my vision turn black. It was pure rapture. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~**~*~ Penny Williams, an orphan working for her uncle, spends her days tending horses on the palace grounds until one day, she is blackmailed into a dangerous mission. She must seduce the Duke of Mountbatten, the dangerously magnetic Leander Vance Bauer. But what happens when the seducer becomes the seduced? One brush of the Duke's ruthless charm shatters her resolve, leaving her trembling and craving more of his touch. Nights burn hotter than her lies, and every stolen moment pushes her closer to a pleasure that could ruin her. With her vengeful ex lurking in the shadows, Penny must choose: betray the Duke or surrender to the forbidden heat that might destroy them both.

On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured. In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead. That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice." He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else." Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and hate. Even when the painful memories overwhelm me and I lash out in panic, he just presses a kiss to my palm, his pain lingering in the touch. How could I not be completely lost to him? However, three years later, I overhear Lucas speaking with his assassin outside the council chamber. "That silver-laced corrosive potion I had you prepare—was the dosage correct?" The assassin hesitates before replying, "Alpha, if you care about Evelyn so much, why would you—" "Isabella wants Oliver, so I'll help her by removing the obstacle—Evelyn." He runs his thumb over the herbal sachet I made him and murmurs, "It's just… I've grown strangely reluctant to let Evelyn go. She's my pawn, after all." I wipe away my tears. If I'm nothing more than an obstacle to him, I'll save him the trouble and walk away on my own.