Matthew Perry Finger

[WARNING STRONG MATURED CONTENTS] Beside me, I sensed his movement as he turned towards me, his eyes searching for mine. I purposely avoided meeting his gaze, instead focusing on calming my racing breath. But try as I might, my breath still trembled, betraying my inner turmoil. Despite my rapid blinking, a single tear escaped, making its way down my cheek. I heard the covers rustle as he shifted closer to me. His finger gently brushed against my face, capturing the tear. "I'm sorry, Hailey," his voice resonated in the dimly lit room, both deep and gentle. His touch was followed by a soft stroke through my brunette hair and a tender kiss on the crook of my neck. "I know this isn't what you wanted," he murmured, regret evident in his voice. "It doesn't matter," I replied quietly, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling. His apology felt like a stab to the heart, but I couldn't hold him responsible. Our circumstances were far beyond our control.Swallowing hard, I tried to push down the ache in my chest. "It was unavoidable, it isn't your fault," I muttered, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I allowed my cheek to rest against his strong chest, finding some solace in his comforting presence. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat brought a sliver of comfort to my shattered emotions. "I wish I could have given you more time to get to know me before all of this," he confessed, a touch of bitterness seeping into his words. "But those old Elders insisted on sealing our union immediately."

“I'm so sorry, Leo,” I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. Tears of guilt and self-blame streamed down my cheeks as I stood before him, eyes cast downward. Despite the fact that I was his prisoner and he was my warden, I couldn't bear the thought of anything bad happening to him. I told him, “It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you go-” “Damn it, Alessandra. I don't want your apology,” Leonardo snapped, lifting my chin with a firm finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. His voice was hard as steel as he continued, “I want you to write a fucking essay about how much you think about me. How you crave my touch. I want to hear you say you love me, because I swear it in this life, mia principessa, there won't be anyone else but me.” ----------------------------------------------------- When Alessandra Scavelli is forced into marrying Leonardo De Castello, her childhood sweetheart turned feared mafia kingpin, her world is thrown into chaos. Leonardo, still madly in love with her, sees this as a chance to reclaim their lost romance. Alessandra, however, is torn by a secret mission handed to her by her family: infiltrate Leonardo's syndicate and bring it down from within. As she delves into Leonardo's dangerous world, Alessandra finds herself conflicted between her family’s demands and the undeniable pull of her own heart. The once clear lines between loyalty and love blur, and she must navigate a treacherous path where betrayal lurks at every corner. Will Alessandra follow through with her family's plan, or will she surrender to the passion that threatens to consume her?

As soon as I opened the door, my eyes saw the sight I wish I hadn’t seen. "What is going on here?” I asked through a shaky tone, tears burning my eyes and thankfully, blurring my vision. "Conrad!” the tears in my eyes spilled down when Selene got off him and laid beside him, completely bare. There was no shame or guilt on Conrad’s face even when I have seen him in bed with Selene. "Why? You were the one who told me that I am your mate, you told me th---at you---,” my throat went dry as I tried to finish speaking my heart. "That I love you?” he raised his brow, gently caressing her bare shoulder and running his finger down her chest, “I lied, okay?” the way his lips formed a smirk, I felt a used toy that he tossed aside once he was done with me. "Wh---y. I betrayed my coven for you an---d you betrayed me for her?” my voice broke, my eyes watching the girl pressing her lips against his neck and getting closer to him. "Cordelia! Close the door when you leave,” the tiredness in his voice when talking to me broke me piece by piece. -------------- Magic is forbidden in their world, but to get her blessed powers Cordelia has to perform a ritual for her ancestors’ blessings to come true. Left behind by her coven, she is prisoned and sentenced to death, but is saved by Alpha Prince at the price of her freedom. She is forever bound and chained to Alpha Prince Conrad. Betrayed by her coven and loved ones, will Cordelia be able to fight and survive? .

Jesse is a 25-year-old guy and he is a romance writer. He has a deceiving look of a teenager so everyone he encountered mistakenly judges him as a young boy. But... There is something in Jesse that is not really right, even though he writes about a romance he cannot appreciate love. He has no idea what love is, he is just referring to a movie or other people's experiences. One day his friend Matthew helped him to find where to publish his works. But when they found one, it turn out to be a disastrous phenomenon for Jesse because his Editor is his 1st ever love, the man behind all his problems about love. But does Jesse can still stand it and feel nothing? Or remember those feelings again?

“There’s something else, and I’m curious to know what it is.” His face inched closer to my neck, and he inhaled deeply. My grip on my purse tightened, my heart pounding against my chest as I fought the urge to whimper and curl into his chest. “There’s something about you that entrances me, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.” “If this is an attempt to coax me into accepting your proposal, you’re wasting your time. I will not marry you.” ~ ‘Alphas are heartless and egoistic creatures. They view us, omegas, as mere playthings for their twisted desires. You must never, under any circumstances, associate yourself with an alpha. It’s better to be dead than to cross paths with one.’ Those words were Arielle’s guiding principle in a ruthless world where Alphas dominated, Betas served, and Omegas—despite their intimate connection with the Alphas—were treated as nothing more than objects of desire. But when Alpha Raphael materializes out of thin air and offers her a substantial sum of money to be his contractual bride, Arielle is torn between holding onto her beliefs and sacrificing them to save her ailing mother. Arielle is left with no choice but to marry him, and although she is determined to harbor animosity towards her new spouse, there’s something about him that draws her in. However, when demonic creatures hellbent on destruction threaten her new life, will Arielle put her resentment towards Raphael aside and assist him? And what dark secret does her mother keep hidden that ensures the death of all her loved ones with each passing day?

Ripples of want clenched around his finger and my eyes snapped closed, forgetting I was cursed and shouldn't want this— “Already dripping from how much you milked from me. Fuck…” I choked on a groan. ——— A Cursed Heir. A Dangerous Alpha. After a brutal assassination leaves her orphaned at eight, Willa is heir to lead the Moonveil Pack. Only a child then, her uncle took over the Alpha role. A role he was greedy to leave when the young woman came off age. But the goddess seemed to fail her even more when her first love mysteriously bled to death while they made love for the first time. This dark event sparked rumors that any male who slept with her was cursed to die. Branded cursed, the traumatized Willa lost her wolf and was savagely exiled by her own uncle, who hunted her in other to keep the Alpha title. Willa strayed into a pack, but was captured and accused of a crime she knew nothing about and now found herself at the mercy of Nox, the ruthless Alpha of the Starfall Pack. A predator she couldn't avoid needing to regain all she had lost – her wolf, her title, her freedom.

Celestine is a feisty daughter of Fernando Oakmont, the tycoon of one of the richest countries in the world who went bankrupt because of gambling. Almost everything they had vanished in a snap of a finger because of her father's addiction. Everything got even worse when her father stole something own by mafias. Celestine lets herself be taken by the mafia boss who introduced himself as Vincent Mogilevich to protect her father. Will her father save her? Or will she leave with no choice but to stay with the mafias for the rest of her life?

She wanted to save her purity for the man she loved for five years but mistakenly gave it to the wrong person, and even became pregnant with his child. The engagement was called off, and she disappeared for five years. When Flora returned, she had decided on a fresh start. But unexpectedly, she encountered that man again—Matthew Charles, the father of her two children and now her boss. Even more surprising, Matthew turned out to be the best friend of Patrick Jones—her former fiancé, who had been searching for her for the past five years. When the three of them met, it felt like everything was just beginning...

The dark matter had come to claim her soul. "Don't go. Do as he says," grandmother said. Suzanne blinked and looked into her grandmother's face. "Grandmama?” Grandmother's eyes were no longer glazed, and she had spoken with such clarity when usually, her speech was slurred. At that very moment, Suzanne had no doubt that her grandmother’s mind was crystal clear. Grandmother held onto Suzanne's hand and gently pried open her palm, revealing the black mark. Grandmother's eyes narrowed as she traced her bony finger on Suzanne's palm before staring back at Suzanne. "This," she pointed at Suzanne's palm, "This is the mark of the beast.”

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."