Pointing Fingers

Who would have known that the awakening of a powerful goddess would be through the provocations of a young wolf? The girl was shocked and hesitated to ask, "W..why are you suddenly like...this?" "What do you mean Arya?" Amaris asked as his pretty fingers played with her locks while still keeping her trapped between his arms. "You are so..." "Different?" He completed the sentence for her to which she nodded in the affirmative. Sighing, his arms fell from the wall and wrapped around her waist to drag her close. As he gazed into the eyes that he fell in love with from day one, he lowered his head to peck her on those very chatty lips causing a gasp to escape. "I've always been like this. You were just too silly to see it." he said as he beheld her beauty. "I'm a possessive wolf Arya and I really don't like seeing you with goldie locks. Are we clear?" He asked, not giving her a chance to respond as he took her breath away in a hot searing kiss. Follow Arya as her simple life turns into the complete opposite following the appearance of the big bad wolf Amaris.

"...there will be no other men, I'm a very possessive stalker..." he breathed his words heavily while biting my ear. "Luka...please..." I moaned my words and thrust my hips as his fingers pleased me, taking me higher with each stroke. "Say it...say that you will be mine..." My mind was clouded by lust, but somehow I knew that I was already his. that I wanted no one else since he kissed me. "...yours, I will be yours, I am yours..." my hand caressed his hair and he was back to kissing my lips. ***** Olga, you're his daughter,you're the heiress,you're coming back to him. That was the nail to my coffin. That was my fate. That was my doom. Luka,she's the boss's daughter,she's way above your league,she's never going to fall for you. That was the ugly truth. That was the reality. That was the fact. She's a player He's a nerd How will the two struggle? How will their love flourish? How will their relationship grow? Olga: I'm not sure with the title though... I'm perfectly nice and loving. Luka: Why do you need to state the V thing author? As if being a geek is not enough?

TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content ahead. Katalina This wasn't the plan. Getting married was the least of my priorities but here I am, dressed in white and taking marriage vows. What's even shocking is the man I am marrying; My mother's fiance, a man old enough to be my father. Huracio Katalina is the object of my fantasies. Something about her innocence stirs the darkest of desires inside me. She is like a pure rose and I am the devil. A devil covered with blood to the last tip of my fingers but that doesn't stop me from lusting after her.There's nothing I want but to taint her till she is corrupted by my essence. I know I shouldn't want her. I shouldn't crave her since she is my fiance's daughter. When her mother runs away from our wedding, I see an opportunity. An opportunity to live my fantasies and as the devil I am, I take it. Now, she is MINE! *** When Katalina finally finds out that Huracio is the Don of a Mafia gang, the same gang responsible for the death of her father, what will happen?

She was moving closer in a suggestive manner, and it was obvious she was flirting. She asked, "What are you doing?" I replied, "Making you uncomfortable." It was clear that I was succeeding. I took a step back and asked, "What's happening? I just told you I hate you." "Yes, you did," she said, her fingers reaching out and grabbing my shirt, stopping me from backing away. "And that you want me, like I said when I arrived, even though you pretended you didn't hear me." "I'm confused," I responded. "It's simple," she replied, as she began unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips approached my ear and I could feel them on my skin as she whispered, "There are two things I want from a man. The first one is to be worshipped like a goddess." I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and let her get to work on my belt as I went to work on her shorts. Pink panties. Bright pink. As pink as the thing inside them. "And the second one?" *** Read the filthy story between a teacher and his mischievous students as they attempt to entice him.

"As much as I hate to do this after everything you did to me," Jason said, trailing the tip of his fingers down my thigh, "I'll kiss you and worship you in all the right places again. I will make you cum so hard you'll eventually forget your name." ********** Isabella's world came crashing down when she discovers the arranged marriage her father had lost his life getting rid of for her was going to still happen. Not after she sought revenge by going out with his twin brother when she caught her betrothed cheating on her. Catching feelings for Jason was never the plan, but when push came to shove, Isabella disappeared when she discovered she was pregnant. Now she has to get into a contract marriage with Jason, her betrothed twin brother to run away from her responsibilities. And like all contract marriages, the attraction she denied for so long came back to the surface, threatening to choke her. Now Isabella has to choose. Allow herself to fall freely for Jason and live a life with the daughter she thought she lost or run away from it all again.

"It started as a prank. So...how did I end up on my knees for my neighbor in his office?" Zoe Justice (20) is finally free—no dorm rules, no nosy RAs, no lukewarm cafeteria mac and cheese. With her grandparents’ inheritance and a playlist full of bangers, she’s ready to celebrate her first night as a bona fide homeowner. New digs, new vibes, and definitely a party worthy of the milestone. She expected a few noise complaints and maybe a fussy neighbor or two. But she didn’t expect the cops to roll up before 9 p.m. and shut down the whole thing like it was some kind of crime scene. Apparently, someone across the street didn’t appreciate her welcome-home energy. And when Zoe spotted him—the smug, too-serious man on the porch, standing there like he owned the cul-de-sac—she knew exactly where the betrayal came from. So naturally, she let her middle fingers and death glare do the talking. Veterinarian or not, Mr. Peace-and-Quiet was officially on her list. And she? She wasn’t going down without a little payback. But what happens when the prank war turns into a love affair neither of them saw coming?

I promise I didn’t do anything that day”. He cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes.      “I want to believe you but I can’t”. I place my hands on his. I close my eyes and let the tears fall.    I feel a soft kiss on my cheeks trailing down to my neck. His hands move up my back as he claims my lips in his. My tears flow freely. He pushes me to the wall gently and claim my lips again. I let my hands do what they have been itching to do and run my fingers through his soft hair.   ******************************************   When Isabel Díaz finds out about her boyfriend and soon-to-be baby daddy’s betrayal on Christmas Eve, she packs up and leaves.     Two years later, she is unexpectedly transferred back to America. She later discovers that this is Jaxon Slade’s doing. Moving back there right before Christmas feels like déjà vu.     Will the health of their child bring them together and allow him to redeem himself or will it drift them further apart?

“Hayden, don’t.” I said. My legs wouldn’t stop trembling as he started to come forward. I shook my head as my tears started to roll down my cheeks and the way he looked at me sent chills down my spine. “Please.” He put his palm on the wall as he moved closer to me and caged me in his strong arms, leaving me no space to escape. “Serena!” he spoke, bringing his lips close to my ear. Everything of his was intimidating including his hoarse voice. After all, he was the devil himself. "Hayden…” I couldn’t take proper breaths as his fingers started to stroke my cheek. He clenched his jaw as he brought his finger close to my lips and his eyes darkened. The next thing he said scared me to the core. “I don’t understand if I should kiss you or KILL YOU.” ______ Serena's life was never exciting, and she never wanted it to be exciting. However, things don't go same when she meets a handsome stranger, who is filled with lies and secrets and his world is filled with guns and knives.

"The deal was to become the fake mother of your twins, live with them and act like their sweet, perfect bossom only. Follow the contract and fucking let go of me" she glared, her hazel eyes wavering as she lay trapped under the devil, on his king-sized bed. "Say that again" his dulcet voice ran deep into her veins, his hand trapping her wrist above the headboard. "Let. Go. Of. Me!" She spat but her breaths hitched when the man slipped his fingers in between her sinfully-soaked thighs. "Aren't you such a bad little liar, dolcissima?" --- Violette La Rosa wasted five years of her life loving a man who saw her as nothing but his financial fountain. On the day of her wedding with him, she found out a secret which shattered her. Stung by the fatal venom of betrayal, Violette resorted to stabbing Dominic on the alter. Jail was inevitable, but in the wild turnaround, she got an offer from the most devilish mafia living—Massimo Visconti,, boss of the Cosa Nostra. Desperate Violette grabbed the offer with her two hands, but can she get used to living with the devil and his spawns?

Everyone in the Rossi family knows that their Don, Giovanni Rossi, loves me, Rebecca Costa, more than anyone else. Ever since we got together, he has stopped attending any social events that involve other women. We promised to marry once he returns from negotiating a dangerous arms deal in Aelfana. He was supposed to come back a week before the wedding, but instead, he returned on the eve of the wedding with Rosa Bianchi, his stepsister, in his arms. Rosa was unconscious, and traces of intimacy were visible on her skin. Giovanni kneeled before me, his expression remorseful. "Rebecca… I was drugged. I never meant to betray you. When Rosa threw herself at me, I thought she was you." And I believed him. At least, I did until I overheard a conversation in the changing room backstage at our wedding. One of his men asks, in disbelief, "Did you really mistake her for Rebecca?" "I did for the first night. But for the rest of the week… well, a man ought to have his bit of freedom before getting married." My fingers clench around my phone. In my inbox sits an unopened message—a marriage invitation from Angelo Calavaro, the most enigmatic Don in southern Ilya's underworld. I know what I have to do.