Left Hand And Right Hand

"I like that girl. And she is the girl I will marry."Nicholas said to his elder brother Andrew, as he eyed Eliza from top to bottom with a smile on his face. "No chance." With just two words, Andrew immediately smashed all his hopes. "But why?" Nicholas asked with confusion and suspicion evident on his face. "Because she doesn't like men".Andrew replied with a smirk on his face. Nicholas felt like his heart shattered into pieces, however he tried to calm down himself and asked," That means she likes women, right?" Andrew laughed and immediately denied his suspicion," No, she just hates man. I don't think she has involvement with women. And before you ask me the reason, I clearly want to tell you that I have no clue about that as well." Nicholas felt relieved and looked in the direction of the sky as he placed his right hand on his heart and said," Then you see how I will make her mine.

Aslan Kennedy was born an Alpha, but his body does not function as it should. He calls himself broken. Then Aslan's life changed when one night he accidentally crashed into a car parked at a gas station because he was being chased by his enemy. He thought the accident would be settled with money, but it turns out that the owner of the car is an asshole. A man a few years older than Aslan demands accountability. But even after the compensation was paid, the man continued to annoy Aslan. He kept showing up wherever Aslan was. As the intensity of their encounters increased, Aslan became used to the man's presence. But on the other hand, Aslan wondered if their closeness was the right thing? Was the man simply interested in him, or was there some other purpose?

His lips brushed my palm and every time his hot breath hit my skin, it set my nerves on fire. “What the—” I whispered, breathless. And then, with deliberate slowness, Sevastian slipped my ring finger into his mouth. My eyes widened in disbelief, my heart hammering against my chest. His teeth scraped my skin before sinking into the flesh, just enough to make me twitch from the sharp pain. I gasped, both from the sting and the bite I got from him. My entire body tensed as he bit down harder, marking me not with ink or metal, but with flesh and teeth. When he finally released my hand, my skin throbbed, the faint mark of his bite was visible against my finger. I cradled my hand, staring in disbelief at the mark he left behind. “This,” Sevastian murmured, his voice low and sharp. “Is my mark and ring.” His tone carried an edge, dangerous yet confident, as if the words were meant to bind me. “The symbol that you are no longer Celestina Valeztina-Savelli.” His lips ghosted over my skin, and my chest tightened as he whispered the next words. “...but Celestina Valeztina-Ortega.” His next words were a soft snarl, dripping with ruthless certainty. “My property, my wife.” He added, while locking his gaze on me. There was no hesitation in his eyes, no flicker of remorse, only that same ruthless determination that chilled me to my core. I tried to pull my hand back, but he didn’t let go. "You’re insane," I whispered, my voice barely audible, trembling despite my best efforts not to show it. “Yes, I’m insane,” he replied with a hint of mischief in his voice, “And I can drive you crazy…” He paused, letting the tension hang in the air.

I set fire to my painting in front of the entire academy. Thunderous applause erupts from the crowd as everyone thinks it's some kind of performance art. Unlike them, Willow Laurent is distraught. She rushes up and grabs my hand, questioning in a shrill voice, "Cassidy Seymour, have you gone mad? This is your only chance to prove yourself!" I shake her hand off me coldly. My only chance? No… What she means is that it's her chance. In my past life, I created this masterpiece with all my heart and soul. But she stole it from me and submitted it as her entry first. Whether it was the composition, the colors, or even my original dot-stippling technique… She replicated every detail flawlessly. Then, she won the National Young Artists Gold Award, signed with a top gallery, and became a rising star. And what about me? I was condemned as a shameless plagiarist. Insults and curses gradually drowned me. "You shouldn't be an artist!" "Plagiarists are scum! They should just die!" Her fans stormed into my studio, smashed my art supplies, and broke my right hand. As I saw no end to the hell that I was living in, I jumped down from the top floor of my studio. When I open my eyes again, I'm back to the very day she first accuses me of plagiarism.

"Touch me until I cum so hard that I forget my own name," I gasped, my lips brushing his, trembling beneath the weight of his stare. "You will forget more than that, wife," he rasped, gripping my throat with one hand and sliding the other down my body, "I will make you cum until you forget how to fight your feelings for me." * Elena Thrown into a marriage with the city’s most dangerous mafia king, I had one mission, to seduce him, overwhelm him and make him end it. So, I moaned louder, touched deeper, played the part of a woman consumed by lust, all in hopes he would be repulsed. But Dominic Moretti doesn’t fall for games. He plays them better. Colder, rougher and unrelenting. Every fake moan becomes real. Every forced kiss turns savage. And every time I think that I have the upper hand, he flips me over and makes me forget I ever wanted to get out of this marriage. He doesn’t believe in love. I don’t believe in staying. But when lust ignites war and pleasure starts to hurt in all the right ways, it’s no longer about breaking the marriage, it’s about surviving it. One of us will break. One of us will beg. But we will be both drenched in each other's lust before it’s all over.

Gia Rowan was diagnosed with a terminal illness in the second year after the death of her husband. She prepared to donate everything she had built to charity, but the will of her late husband shattered her world. Her late husband had left everything he owned to his twenty-eight-year-old illegitimate son, including half of her company. She and her husband remained childless for thirty years. The mother mentioned in his will was not her, but it was Cecelia Warren instead. Betrayal struck her, and in the haze of despair, she lost consciousness. She opened her eyes again to find herself back in the third year of her marriage. With the truth in hand, she had a new chance to choose differently.

Five years and a divorce paper in my hand before I realized that I invested my time, effort and devotion to the wrong man. Trapped in a corner with nothing left to my name, I was willing to bargain with my ex-husband for my daughter’s sake. But then, a savior, my husband’s new boss came to rescue me from the financial quagmire I was in. He helped me recover what I lost: my dignity, pride and most importantly, he gave me hope. I thought he was the perfect man. But the illusion shattered when his motives came to bite me in the face. He was in this for revenge, and his target was me.

Elias cleared his throat and rolled his eyes. “Thank you,” he said. I tilted my head. “No. Not like that.” His brows rose. “Then how…?” Being so close to him, his scent enveloping my senses messed with my brain. My eyes dragged down his naked chest, to his abs and stopped at the V line in his lower abdomen. Just this one time, I was letting my emotions and desires control me. Just this once, I didn't want to care about the consequences. I reached out slowly, took his hand in mine, and guided it up my chest, dragging it down the line of my torso, over warm skin, every inch of contact making his breath hitch. His hand trembled as it followed my guide and I could feel electricity tingling at every inch he touched. I guided his hand lower and lower, his eyes widened when I stopped with his hand on my rock hard cock. With his hand still in mine, I squeezed on my cock and groaned in pleasure. I leaned in, my voice a low whisper against his ear, “Like this.” ************************************* Elias Thorne, a secret Omega who has trained to be a Perfect Alpha, was sent to Mortlach Alpha Academy to solidify his position as the next Alpha of Silverhaven During his time in the school, he only had two orders to follow; stay away from the heirs of the Crescent Pack and make Selena Drake your mate to forge an alliance with her Pack But a simple order became the hardest task for him when Rowan Vale, the Alpha's second son of Crescent Pack was assigned as Elias’s roommate, whose mere presence woke up the part of him that he tries to suppress.

"I can't be with you," he states, and I look up at him in outrage. "This isn't right." I take a step closer to him, pressing my body on his and feeling him responding with desire. "Look me in the eye and tell me that it feels wrong." He doesn't move. But he doesn't turn away either when I lift my hand to his chest, letting my hand trail down. "Don't," he warns, but I can only hear lust in his voice. "Dont' start a game that you can't finish." I don't listen. I let my touch speak for itself, to let it translate all the need I feel in my body right now. I go lower, much lower, until he finally snaps and grabs my face, devouring my lips and pressing me up against the wall. "You asked for this, and now I have to claim you." *** Astrid Marshall has always been infatuated with her best friend's dad, former Alpha Klaus Slate. At first she thought it's just a childish crush, but she later finds out that they're connected in ways that she can't comprehend. They're fated mates. He's the man of her desires, but she's his temptation, the woman he's forbidden to have.

How Moreau was surprised to find him there on her mother's wedding day as the bridegroom. Someone she knew: had just engaged in a one-night stand with her in a luxury hotel. She quite regretted the fact of arriving late at Barbara's wedding-just fixated, having been unable to deny herself one thing. Her stepfather. A handsome, sturdy man-with a striking masculinity, it was Abihirt who on the one hand always left Moreau with unexpected feelings. She didn't know if she could resist, but the man was inexorably determined. Moreau was sure the invitation to become a mistress was the most prominent part of Abihirt's wish list, and the man would slowly get it.