Scarlet Hand Body

“You belong to me now and you going to be my surrogate,” The air shifted. His hand slid from the wall to my throat, not choking, just holding, just reminding me who had all the power. My pulse leapt against his palm, betraying me. His thumb stroked lazily along the hollow of my neck, and I hated the way my body leaned into it, hungry for more.

Abigail is trying to survive in a world full of dangers — a world where men would do anything to possess a woman, and where demonic creatures constantly lurk in the shadows, ready to seize whatever they desire. After a year of relentless hiding, secret shelters, and disguises, she has finally been found — and this is where her story truly begins: a story in which every choice, every heartbeat, tests the limits of survival, freedom, and the deepest desires of the heart. Abigail’s body and heart are at stake as she faces dangers that threaten not only her life but also her soul. The question remains: who will claim her body, who will win her heart, and who will control her fate in this world where power, desire, and betrayal always walk hand in hand.

Sales lady by day, stripper at night, that is Heartcille Reina A.K.A Scarlet Heart, who is going to face a difficult decision in her life. Who is she going to choose? Her boyfriend who is currently comatosed which life is on one's last legs or her hottie boss CEO billionaire who made her life more exciting and pleasurable?

On the day of the mating ceremony, a crazed witch bursts in and points straight at me, shrieking, "Six years later, your Alpha will betray you!" Troy Hudson, my soon-to-be mate, turns livid. He swats the purple-glowing crystal ball from her hand, shattering it on the floor. "Nonsense! Estelle is my fated mate! I'll only ever love her in this lifetime!" After that, he becomes even more devoted to me. At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times. And Rue? She's wearing that same pair of panties. On the back of the photo, written in ink as red as blood, is a line of pure provocation. "The Alpha's heart may belong to you, but his body belongs to me." Agony ripped through my chest, yet not a single tear fell. Instead, I rest my hand on my belly and quietly send word to the Witch Association. "I accept your invitation. Please help me vanish."

"Scarlet you don't know how much I miss you, I'm almost crazy thinking about you every night, I'm going crazy because I'm not next to you. I can't bear to go to you." "I can no longer restrain myself from claiming you."

"Let me go," I snapped, even though my voice wasn’t as sharp as I wanted it to be. “No,” he growled, lips grazing the shell of my ear, his breath warm and wicked as his hand slid down, fingers pressing just above my thigh, and trailed all the way to my wet fold. “You want to hate this, don’t you?” he whispered, mouth trailing hot kisses along my neck as his hand shifted my underwear, “But your body’s begging, baby.” I gasped, lips parting, and before I could spit out a comeback, he crushed his mouth to mine. The kiss was rough, full of hunger, and I whimpered into his mouth before I could stop myself. My body pressed into his, desperate for more. But he suddenly pulled both his lips and hand back, “Say the word and I’ll stop.” I stared at him. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My lips were swollen. My thighs, God, I was throbbing. I want, I need. He pressed a knee between my legs and my and I mewed. Yes, me. I mewed like some needy, pathetic bitch in heat. For him. "That’s what I thought," he growled, and the next second he pinned both my wrists above my head and kissed me like he was trying to ruin me all over again. **** Liora once has a powerful name, a future paved in gold, until Tristan Cole walked in and tore everything apart. Now, years later, Liora is forced into a marriage contract with the very man who destroyed her life, all to save her dying brother. But Tristan wants something more dangerous. Her heart. Her body, all of her. Will love be her ultimate undoing? Or will she crawl out of wreckage and gain control?

[TRIGGER WARNING: Reader's Discretion Is Advised. This book contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, dark romantic elements, and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences(18+). Proceed with caution.] He placed a hand on my leg, and my breath caught. His hand slowly began stroking my thigh, sending a strange wave of sensation through my body. My fingers tightened against my dress as my pulse quickened. His hand moved slowly higher, sliding deeper into my thigh. My body stiffened as his fingers brushed against my panties. My heart pounded loudly in my chest. Is Master doing what I think he’s going to do? I thought, panic slowly rising inside me. He leaned slightly closer to me, his shoulder brushing mine. “Try not to moan,” he whispered, my breath hitched. I tried my best to stay still, forcing myself to keep my expression calm as the men around the table continued their conversation. But under the table, his fingers kept teasing the fabric of my panties. My breathing grew uneven, then his fingers suddenly slipped inside. A small cough escaped my lips as my body jerked slightly from the sudden sensation. Several heads turned toward me. “Are you okay, Mrs. Enzo?” one of them asked with concern. My face burned with embarrassment. “Is something wrong? Did you choke on the food?” another man asked. “I think she choked on the food,” Enzo said calmly as he looked at me, his eyes held a warning.

“You are nothing but a slave I bought for hundred bronze coins, you are a murderer! You are a weak omega! Should I go on! Should I keep listing why I rejected you? Alpha Devon roared in anger. Scarlet White had killed someone on the first night she shifted into her wolf. Her foster parents wants nothing to do with her, now hated by the whole pack, she was beaten, starved and locked in a dungeon awaiting the final verdict of the pack. The day of judgment came and she ends up being sold to Alpha Devon. He ordered the guards to lock her in a dungeon. But on her eighteenth birthday, she finds out Alpha Devon is her mate and he rejects her instantly. Her heart was shattered at the pain of rejection. Fate seemed to take pity on her and a second mate comes into the picture. He wants her but Alpha Devon isn’t willing to let go of the mate he rejected. What happens to Scarlet as she is caught up in this perilous love triangle?

Dalawang buwan ng mamatay ako, napagtanto ng mga magulang ko na nakalimutan nila akong iuwi mula sa lakad nila. Naiinis na sumimangot at sumigaw ang ama ko. “Dapat siyang maglakad mag-isa mismo. Kailangan ba niya talaga itong palakihin?” Ang kapatid ko, na mayabang, ay binuksan ang chat namin at nagpadala ng emoji, kasama ng message. [Mamatay ka na dyan. Sa ganitong paraan. Kami ni Scarlet ang maghahati sa pamana ni Lola.] Wala siyang natanggap na sagot. Habang malamig ang ekspresyon, nagsalita ang nanay ko, “Sabihin mo sa kanya na kapag nagpakita siya sa kaarawan ng lola niya sa tamang oras, hahayaan ko na ang pagtulak niya kay Scarlet sa tubig.” Hindi sila naniniwala na hindi ako nakaalis ng gubat. Matapos maghukay ng malalim, nakita nila sawakas ang mga buto ko.

“Ahh…” A helpless sound escaped me when the stranger’s hand cupped one of my breasts, his mouth trailing down my neck to my ear. “Fuck… your tits feel amazing,” he groaned. “Tell me, has anyone else touched you like this before?” Why was he even asking that? Didn't he know questions like that only made my body feel even hotter—worse? “Has anyone else ever played with these?” he asked again, squeezing harder. His hand was already under my uniform—God, had he slipped it in without me even noticing? The heat of his palm against my skin made my knees weak. “N-No one… y-you’re the first,” I said before I could stop myself.