Salad Fingers Sayings

Blurb: "No, please stop! You can't do this," I cried out, breathlessly. He chuckled with a mischievous glint. "Can't do what exactly?" His fingers continued tracing my nipples, arousing me beyond control. "I own you, and I can do as I please with you, wherever and whenever I choose. This body will heed my call," he remarked darkly while he played my body like a string, and he was completely right. The heat radiating from his body and mine was intoxicating, and despite my protests, my body betrayed me. The traitor! Reena, a human who found herself in a mystical world of supernaturals, with no memory of her past or how she got there. She was made a slave and subjected to ridicule and torment by others because of her perceived weakness. However, on one fateful night, her encounter with the lycan king, sealed her fate as his slave. Not knowing the king had a dangerous plan for her, Yet, despite her initial fear, she found herself developing deep feelings for him. Now discovering her real identity threatens to tear the supernatural world apart. With danger lurking at every corner and enemies ready to tear her apart. Will she relent or pursue a future that might jeopardize both her hard-won freedom and her bond with her mate.

My fated mate left the pack, heartbroken, after I rejected him. Seven years later, he returned with his new mate-to-be. By then, the pack doctor had given me my final diagnosis. "Extreme wolf spirit decay." It was irreversible. My wolf would be gone within months. My life was at its end. My fated mate, Alpha Roric, now the most powerful Alpha in North America, smirked when he saw me. I was pale and thin, leaning on my sister for support. "Ayla. Seven years, and you're too weak to even stand straight? When you rejected me, didn't you say that beta was a better match? Where is he now?" His voice dripped with hate. I just tugged on the sleeves of my coat, hiding the way my fingers trembled. A tell-tale sign of my power slipping away. "It's just a cold." Roric's gaze swept over me like ice. "In that case, you should come to my Mating Ceremony with Cressida. I'll save you the best seat." I just smiled. "I can't. I'll be going somewhere far away soon. I'm sorry." Then, pulling my sister with me, I turned and melted into the shadows.

Alicia’s wedding once made headlines across all of New Yorke. The man who put the ring on her finger was Matteo Vitale, the youngest Don of the Vitale family. She was not a socialite heiress. She was a lawyer who had won countless cases for powerful families. She was also five years older than her husband. When Matteo was thirty and at the peak of his career, Alicia was already thirty-five. Back then, Matteo told her that age would never be a problem between them. As long as she wanted him, he would never let her go for the rest of his life. But in the fifth year of their marriage, a young woman burst into her office and dropped a divorce agreement on her desk. “I heard you’re the best divorce lawyer on New Yorke’s East Side. There isn’t a divorce case you can’t win, right? “I want to hire you to help my boyfriend get a divorce from his wife. “My boyfriend says his wife is thirty-five now. She smells old. Every time he touches her, he feels sick.” She opened the divorce agreement with practiced ease. She looked first at the names, as she always did. [Husband: Matteo Vitale [Wife: Alicia Leon] Her fingers paused for a brief moment. She was Alicia Leon!

"Mama, is Uncle our Daddy?" Finn asked with a pout. Zora bent down so she was face to face with her son. She ran her fingers through his hair with a strained smile. "Then who is Papa? Which of them is our Daddy, Mama?" The little boy probed. "Uncle, Finn," Tears pooled in the woman's eyes. How was she to tell them? Just how was she to tell her kids who their Dad really was? "Papa is not Freya and your Daddy. Uncle is your Daddy," "But uncle made you cry, Mama. I don't want Uncle to be my new Papa," The boy replied and ran off. *** Four years later, Zora Walter was now a well known model with two kids and her boyfriend. She had to return to New York City because one of her children had cancer and she was referred to a hospital in NYC. What she didn't expect was to meet him, the father of her children again and what happens when the buried desires threaten to come alive again? Would Zora be able to handle being with Elliot especially now that she was in a serious relationship with Derek? How will Elliot react after realizing he has two beautiful kids? Would he leave his golden wife for his ex girlfriend and kids? Or would they decide to bury whatever they had and leave it that way?

-LUCIFER- I thrum my fingers on the armrest of my golden throne impatiently. It has been three months since the demon seer Greta had come to me claiming that I, the King of Hell, have a mate. In all my thousands of years, I had never expected to come across her. Hell, I didn’t expect that my Father would have even gifted me with a mate, after everything I had done to be kicked from Heaven. To my dismay, Greta hadn’t been very helpful with information regarding my mate and her whereabouts. So that same day I paid the Fates a visit. Two of the three old crones are quite fond of me and usually assist me whenever I require it. “Ah, Lucifer, this is a pleasant surprise.” Clotho comments as she works with the thread of destiny in her hands. “Yes, it’s been too long since your last visit.” Lachesis says as she turns towards me, her eyes roaming over my body appreciatively. Even if I wasn’t here about my mate, I would never touch her. Her and her sisters are literally shriveled up old ladies with grey hair and wrinkled skin...even the Devil has standards.

"Now you're going to get in there, act like nothing happened and be the good girl you've always been, after all, it will only be your loss not mine" His breathing was rough against my my neck and it sent shivers that started from the tip of my fingers down to the curl of my toes. One mistake and he it could be the end of me and so I knew better than to make it known that I was being threatened by a criminal. How did I get here?. ***************************************************************** Charity Everton loses her job as one of the top reporters in the best Broadcast company and moves to a remote town in hopes to start all over. Her life turns upside down when she gets caught up in the Criminal antics of her hot and gorgeous nextdoor neighbor. And then the battles begin. Between fighting herself, what she believes, her job and falling in deep for the most wanted criminal in all of Riverdale. It doesn’t take long before Charity realizes that new places doesn't necessarily mean new beginnings. ****** NOTE!!! This is my first complete book as a writer and since I completed it, I have developed my writing skills and currently working on editing this to make it better so if you come across any of my new books, do not be too quick to judge?pretty please?

Will is a boy trapped in a goblin world. Blood, all he saw was blood. Will was paralyzed in fear, he couldn't even scream. This was the first time he had seen so much blood in his life. He heard a splat next to him and saw a small wrinkly thing land next to him. This time will screamed, the thing got up on its knees and immediately started gnawing on whatever soft surface they had landed on. Will was horrified and tried getting away while screaming, but his body was still weak, so all he could do was crawl. He started screaming even louder when he saw his own arms clawing at the surface, they were also green. He had a pair of short stubby arms with three claw like fingers coming out at the end. He stopped all his activity and just sat down in a daze. More and more green things were thrown in the area around him, and like the first one they all started eating whatever it was they were on. Will focused on his surroundings this time, taking in all the information he could. He had realized that no matter what was happening, he needed to understand the situation he was in, and since it seemed he wasn't in any immediate danger, he had decided to calm down and focus.

  "There is no escape for you. I have waited a long time for you,mate. I will not let you go this time." I gasped and placed my palm over my heart, doubling over. I felt it. Strong and unbreakable, a cord that connected our bodies, minds and souls to each other's. It reached out, connecting me to him, over time, over space, over realms. I felt his power fuse with mine and cuddle around my ice, making me warm. Fire to my ice. Ice to his fire. I didn't need to see him to know it was him. My dragon growled again with mixed emotions coursing through her. I joined in with a snarl and lifted my head, anger of a woman and beast merging into something cataclysmic.      I thrummed my fingers in the air and I raised my head. Our eyes met and I resisted the urge to double over at the sensation in my chest. With Fae vision, he looked even more gorgeous than any being should be. So sensual. So dark. So powerful. My mate. I searched his turquoise depths for answers, hoping I was wrong, but they said it all. He was my mate. And he'd hurt me. I'll kill him.

When I was three months pregnant, a pack of Rogues ambushed me. In the last moments before my consciousness began to fade, I begged for rescue through my mind-link to my Alpha mate, Adrian. But he never answered. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, only to be informed that the Saint-Tier Healer had been forcefully taken South by Adrian to treat Evelyn, his first love, after she lost her mate. When I woke to the pain of losing my pup, my fingers shook as I checked social media, then I saw Evelyn's post: [I knew that no matter how far away I am or how much time has passed, Adrian would always come for me. He even brought a Saint-Tier Healer to ease the pain in my heart.] In the photo, Adrian's dark eyes, which were usually cold and distant, were focused on the woman beside him with tenderness. While I was fighting for my life and losing our cub, my Alpha was protecting another pregnant wolf. I chuckled at myself bitterly. It felt as if the bond mark on my chest was withering away. I then dialed a number without hesitation. "Dr. Clark, I accept the position at the Northern Ancient Wolf Research Institute. Yes, the sooner the better. I won't be holding a farewell ceremony."

At midnight, I accidentally stumble upon the boss' daughter, Julianne Carter, pleasuring herself in the dimly-lit adult store. Her eyes are blindfolded, and her legs are spread on a special chair, where they are propped up on the arms. At the moment, she's cruising through the waves of pleasure uncontrollably. But when the chair malfunctions, Julianne is unable to free herself from the restraints no matter how hard she tries. That's when she starts calling for help. "Please… Please help me…" But I crouch down instead, allowing my fingers to glide across her thighs, past her calves, and back to her inner thighs. "Don't move. This chair's mechanisms are very complex. I need to study them thoroughly and slowly." "P-Please… hurry up…" I watch as Julianne's expression shifts from embarrassment to yearning. She finally stops struggling against the restraints when she breaks down from all the overwhelming sensations. "Give it to me… Please give everything to me…" Just as I'm about to yield, I hear the sounds of the boss, George Carter, opening the door coming from the outside. So, I quickly wheel Julianne into a nearby storeroom. That's where I see hyper-realistic molds that look exactly like Julianne.