Invaluable Hand Weakness

At Harrington High, the rich and ruthless rule. Olivia has spent years staying invisible, choosing silence over conflict. But when she stands up to the school’s most feared bully, Zachary Maverick, everything changes. Zach, cold-hearted heir to the Maverick empire, isn’t used to defiance. No one dares challenge him—until Olivia. Her unexpected courage sparks something dark and obsessive within him. Now, Olivia is trapped in a dangerous game. Zachary isn't just set on breaking her—he wants her. And what Zachary Maverick wants, he gets. As cruel intentions blur into twisted desire, Olivia must navigate a world of power, manipulation, and the unnerving attention of the boy who could either destroy her or claim her as his. But in a school where love and cruelty walk hand in hand, will Olivia escape Zachary’s obsession… or will she become addicted to his darkness?

For the nursery's Family Day, my husband, Gary Lane, said that he was busy at work and told our daughter, Emily Lane, and I not to participate in the event. I looked at Emily's disappointed face, my heart ached. Therefore, I decided to take Emily to the event myself. As soon as we arrived at the nursery, we saw Gary carrying a little boy in one hand and holding his childhood sweetheart, Shannon Harvey's hand in the other. They looked like a family of three and were very happy. That was until they saw me and Emily. Gary furrowed his brows a little and then let go of Shannon's hand. "Don't get me wrong, Jasmine. It's not easy for Shannon to raise a child as a single mother. It's the child's fifth birthday today. She wanted him to experience some fatherly love." I looked at him meaningfully, squatted down, and held Emily's hand. "Honey, say hello to Mr. Lane."

“No! Please, Santiago--” I whimpered, as his hand seized my wrist with an iron grip, yanking me forward, dragging me effortlessly toward the chair he had pulled into the center of the room the night before. The symbol of my humiliation. He stopped right in front of the chair, spinning me around, facing him. "You want me to be your monster, mi ángel?" His hand grabbed my throat, tilting my chin up until my eyes locked with his dark gaze. I flinched from the sudden movement. "Cause I’ll be your favorite monster — just say the word, cariño." Santiago’s face hovered only inches from mine. His lips so close, I could taste the sweetness of his breath — once making butterflies take flight in my stomach, now curdling my insides into a cold, suffocating fear. Slowly, his free hand rose toward my face. I held my breath. His touch was deceptively soft and gentle, caressing my cheek. His thumb lingered against my lips, tracing them slowly, his eyes fixed there as he spoke — his voice soft, yet heavy with menace. "Divorce is not an option, mi amor. We took a vow five years ago. Remember?" He finally lifted his gaze to meet mine, catching every flicker of fear before he delivered his last words like a verdict: "Till death do us part."

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised. This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, dark romantic elements, and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences(18+). Proceed with caution.] He placed a hand on my leg, and my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened. His hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside. A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation. Several heads turned toward me. “Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern. My face burned with embarrassment. “Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked. “I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

How can you fight for your love when it is not legal? How can you hold his hand in public and hug him to show how much you love him, when your relationship is secret? When your love ones is in a relationship with someone who is so close to you?

You are nothing to me but a lowly slave, you don't deserve to be my mate!" Jane suffered once again when her fated mate, the Alpha of the blue-moon Pack, pushed straight through the door and left. All the members of her pack had been brutally slaughtered by their enemies eight years ago, and she had been taken to a hostile pack to be used as a slave, humiliated, and beaten through her lonely formative years.But it was at this time that she was brought back to his pack by her mate, Alpha Gillian of the Blue-moon Pack. Here she truly has friends and feels that the future is full of hope. With their encouragement, she tries hard to become stronger, but what comes with it is not a life full of happiness. Her mate is disgusted with her slave status and weakness and rejects her. She is insulted over and over again, used as a spy, and put into the custody of a hostile pack. She is once again plunged into the depths of despair. It is not until she is on the verge of death for his mate that she discovers that she is a descendant of the moon..

She went to the palace as a guest… and ended up becoming Lycan King’s bride. Charlotte, a quiet girl from a middle-class family, never expected to be anywhere near royalty. But one wrong turn changed everything. Mistaken for the bride at the most important wedding of the year, she’s pushed down the aisle toward a man whom she doesn't love. Alpha Damien Blackwood, cold, powerful, and unreadable, claims her without a word. Not as his queen… but as something far more complicated. Trapped in the palace and caught between cruel whispers and judgmental glances, Charlotte becomes a ghost in a golden cage. The only thing more confusing than her new life is Damien himself. Raised by a ruthless king and taught that emotions are a weakness, Damien doesn’t know how to love, but he also can’t seem to let her go. With the palace full of secrets and a bond that feels one-sided, Charlotte must choose: run and protect her heart… or risk everything for a mate who was never meant to be hers.

“Marry me… or your family dies.” To save her father’s life, Rachel Owens signs the one contract no woman survives: becoming the wife of Damien Montrel, the city’s most feared mafia king. His rules are simple: Obey. Stay inside. Don’t ask questions. But behind the mansion’s locked doors, Rachel discovers a softer truth meant to stay hidden— Leo. A small boy who calls her “Mama,” and the only weakness Damien has ever had. Damien is ruthless to his enemies and merciless to traitors… yet for Rachel, his control begins to crack. Her kindness disarms him. Her silence wounds him. Her fear destroys him. Just as they begin to trust each other, a new enemy rises — The Raven, a shadow who knows Damien’s secrets, his past… and Rachel’s value. War is coming. In a world ruled by blood and vengeance, Rachel must decide: Is the real danger the man she married… or the one coming for them both?

“Do you want me to show you?” He asked. I nodded, too weak to answer. His strong arms lifted me off the ground and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt him drop me on my bed. His eyes had darkened with desire. I wanted him. I wanted him so bad. He dropped slow, teasing kisses on my neck, on my ears, nibbling on the lobe. I felt his hand creep under my shirt and I gasped. He wrapped the hand around my waist and pulled me closer. I moaned softly, digging my nails into his back. He suddenly withdrew from me. “Who's the whore now?” He asked and then proceeded to walk away, leaving me by myself on the bed **************************************** From being the unnoticed calculus nerd to having the full attention of the school's bad boy, the principal's son.