Jazz Hands

Olivia held out a glass of water, "Nothing to worry." She took it from her and nodded. She gulped the water hard from her throat. Liam would be furious. She was aware. His anger still scared her. They all left the room. Her heart began to thud thud in her ears. She didn't lift her head to watch him. She felt him. They left the room and did not say a word. He towered over her. She kept looking at her hands, looking at the circles over the tips of her fingers. "You'll take care of yourself or abortion," She heard him.

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒ Different. A word that people would use to describe her. Her hands, always scribbling in a notebook, or at the Ballet Studio dancing. Charlie's escape. Escape from the pain. The darkness. The void. She writes, or dances. To soften the edges of her life, that she desperately wants to forget. Until Leo. He too, holds a darkness within him. A void that angers him to his core, but no one knows why. He is looking for Charlie, but she is not looking for him. But what happens when two souls collide, that cannot seem to be fixed? An expressive artist, and a broken soul. Will their differences tear them apart, or bring them closer together? ☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒

Betrayed and bleeding out, heiress Kira Summers dies at the hands of her treacherous family. Across worlds, Alpha King Adrian Draven begs the moon goddess for redemption after losing his mate to his own fatal mistakes. The universe answers…with a vicious twist. Kira awakens in his mate's body: fierce, powerful, and utterly unforgiving. In a realm of wolves, witches, and pack politics, she trusts no one…least of all the Alpha who thinks he can tame her. He wanted his lost mate back. He got hellfire in heels instead. And this new Queen? She's ready to burn it all down.

"Wider, Millie. Yes, that's it." I lay weakly on the examination table, my hands unconsciously gripping the sheets. The voice behind me was low and restrained, but it made my ears burn. This examination position was too embarrassing. My buttocks were forced to arch high like some kind of submissive gesture. "Doctor, I can't open any wider..." I bit my lower lip, my voice trembling deliberately. I could see my reflection in the metal bars of the examination table. My messy hair stuck to my flushed cheeks as my eyes shone with a watery, dreamy glow.

“You are not human or one of us.” I broke the silence. “What are you?” I wanted to know. Her smell was very strange, lingering softly in the air. I couldn’t put my finger on it. It was like a sweet herb with a hint of something spicy. It pulled me in, triggering in me a hidden desire to know more about this girl. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat and balled her little gloved hands into fists. When the mysterious woman arrives at Grey Moon, an elusive werewolf pack hidden deep in the mountains, neither she nor the Alpha and his pack could have anticipated the adventures that fate had in store.

Sera I escaped a life plagued with death and destruction years ago. But it's come back to haunt me. Killian Ricci is no ordinary crime boss. He's the grim reaper. I belong to him. I don't know why he's keeping me locked up. All I know is he holds my life in his hands. And in the mafia world, his hands are bloody. They don't call him the Hand of Death for no reason. If I want to survive I have one option. Submit. Killian Mano Della Morte. That's what they call me. The Hand of Death.

After encountering problems at work, I lose myself in a virtual reality game. I randomly meet a male player in there and depend on my amorous interactions with him to escape reaity. We flirt with each other and have roleplay; he grunts and groans over the microphone. Everything changes when I accidentally reveal my true identity. The young man next door pins me underneath him and roams his hands over my body. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse. "You were great at flirting in the game, weren't you? Why can't you make those noises now?"

After going bankrupt, I was given away as a gift by my former nemesis, Colt Reyes. My former lover, Emerson Snyder, the one I had played with the most ruthlessly before, now traced his fingers along my face, his hands roaming every inch of my body. "You sure had a lot of lovers," he said. I provoked him defiantly, telling him he was the most despicable among all my lovers. He gave my face a light pat, his suggestive tone dripping with amusement. "That's okay. Now you only need to serve me."

"Why?! Why must I be married to a beast? a demon? An alien of all things??" The princess said as she started hauling things at her female servants. "Juliet, you must marry the Alien for the sake of every humans. We can't lose any more lives and to stop that, we need you to marry the Alien Prince." Her mother said as she moved closer to the princess and brushed her hands past her hairs. "You are so special to us Juliet but you must help us end this war. Come on, go get some sleep, the wedding's tonight." Book one of the Alien Series

Victoria Jefferson is a distracted, inexperienced, and clumsy nurse, who is transferred from her hometown to one of the most important hospitals in London. Her bad luck makes her fall into the hands of Dr. Dustin Mark. Dustin Mark is the most famous doctor in all of England, due to his great intellect, while his great attractiveness makes him one of the most sought-after bachelors in the city. The young doctor is an arrogant, intelligent, and unattainable man. Nurse Jefferson's clumsiness and destiny cause two very different worlds to come together and a sexual bond is born between Mark and Jefferson. Can arrogant and ruthless men ever love?