Sharp Tongue Meaning

When strifed brotherhood begets bloodshed, a tale of two brothers loving the same woman and fighting for the same title has never been more intense. (Excerpt) Emily cleared her throat. "You should go." Andrew didn't listen. He should, but he couldn’t. His senses swooned. Without meaning to, he moved closer and tucked her hair behind her ear. Her breath hitched at touch of his skin on hers and Emily gulped slowly. "Thank you." He whispered, enjoying the velvety feel of her skin as he brushed the back of his finger down her cheek. "I'm afraid that might not do. You owe me your life." She breathed on borrowed confidence. The look in Andrew's eyes blazed darkly with intensity. He leaned closer. "Yes, I agree, and I intend to pay you back." "When and how?" She asked, losing a step, trying to control her beating heart at their close proximity. He followed her, hovering like a predator over his catch. This time, she was the catch and Emily didn't mind. "Now." He closed the gap between them. "With this." Andrew grabbed her face and crashed his lips down on hers ~~~ Taking up the Bright Moon pack's Alpha title is what he has always dreaded. Andrew Levisay craves a normal life, but he's between a rock and a hard-place after being faced with a choice that would change his life for worse. Saving himself and his lineage of wolves by sacrificing the woman he loves or saving this woman and allowing a tyrant to have his way? What will Andrew decide as the clock is ticking?

A redhead lady was found in the woods lying unconscious and naked. As she woke up in the forest surrounded by beautiful men with pairs of sharp fangs and spectacular abilities. Only to find out that she remembered nothing but her name and that her life is cursed. Will she be able to recover her lost memories? Perhaps, maybe she will end up dying without knowing about her past?

Synopsis. After losing seven girlfriends to death and disaster, repeatedly, Stefan lost the meaning of love and relationships only to receive the news that he had been betrothed ever since he was young. Even after several refusals, he was forced to marry Mabel, to save her family's company from bankruptcy. Stefan swore to make Mabel's life a living hell in the marriage but what if Mabel was far from being an ordinary girl? And wasn't like his crazy fans?

Love is undefined, unbound by rules. It is something that no person could actually give meaning to until he finds that one human being who gives him the exact definition of it. But is love enough to keep two people together? Or is it just another ideology that somehow got wired into everyone's brain? Or maybe people who are in love are simply blind enough to see the reality and would rather continue living in that paradise dream?

If I say define love then there will be different options definition and meaning of this word. But in this story, this love is not about attraction or physical needs it is more about the emotional need. The need of trusting someone with your life , the need of assuring yourself that someone is always there for you. Darsh Singhania is a billionaire businessman who got tired of the bond of sacred matrimony, in an accidental marriage. Sanjana Singh who is craving family love since childhood, as an orphan was deprived of this kind of affection Stood by you is the story of two persons who belong to different backgrounds and different pasts still how they Stood by each other to face the challenges of life

“Do you know how utterly beautiful you are, Serena” he mumbled stop trailing kisses all over the neck. “Tell me” Serena breathed. “I don’t think any precious stone or any gem in the world can outshine you, mia dolcezza” “Now aren’t you a flatterer” Serena sighed, her eyes still closed and her breath hitched. “I don’t flatter, mi cara.” He whispered in her ear. Damon grabbed the strap of her gown and tore it revealing part of her breast and part of her already peaked nipple. Serena was at the verge of protesting about him tearing her gown before his mouth descended on her nipple, rendering her speechless, all she could do was suck in her breath as the feelings assaulted her senses. Her toes curled up of their own volition and her hands came up to his head positioning him there as he flicked her left nipple with his tongue, circling gently and then biting. Serena gasped, her glazed eyes opening. “Be quiet” Damon commanded as he moved his mouth to her right nipple, his hand toying with the one he had just sucked, teasing their red peak into hardness again. Serena was gasping, unable to form coherent thoughts, Was this how it felt to drown, She thought. Damon’s hands were performing their own magic, she could feel his erection probing the center of her already moist vagina and she widened, giving him closer access. Her panties were already soaked with the wetness. His hand began moving, caressing her inner thighs before they came upon her center. He brought up his face to meet hers and smiled at the look of pure, sexual pleasure on her face.

"Get on your knees and fit my shaft between your filthy lips." "What?" "I'll finish if you do. I'll wrap my lips around this..." His fingers sink deep into the flesh between my thighs, and I relish his feel. "I'll let your legs hang around me, fall on my knees and sink my tongue into you." His words are tempting—not the teasing of his lips on my centre part, but the image forming in my mind of him on his knees before me. I want to see that. ** Ruby Mallory Clive loses her life only hours after being served divorce papers. By a stroke of fate, she wakes up days before her wedding, which, unfortunately, must go on. However, this time, she vows that things will be different—she will not, under any circumstance, fall for her husband, the Alpha, who hates her. Alpha Adrain Muaas Knox hates the 'Clive' family with all his heart; his contract wife is no exception. His plan had been to treat her with indifference, but the feisty little fox needed some training. When the lines between desire and hatred cross into obsession, will Ruby be able to let go of the repeating past, find her killer and await the inevitable divorce with her heart intact, or will she succumb to the Alpha's obsessive claim? ** This book can be read as a stand-alone; however, feel free to check out book one of the Lust & Hate Series: Bound to My Wicked Stepbrother.

Marcus and Anaya's life continues. Years of a quiet life is enough right? Wrong. With the kids all almost grown up, you would think life would be amazing, but secrets find a way of coming out. As they threaten to destroy everything they have, Anaya keeps fighting to save their relationship, but how does Marcus react? When things come to a blow, and Marcus loses control of himself, Anaya tries to support him. However he is quick to accuse and lash out. While their relationship is in hot water, Jackson keeps quiet about what he really wants to do with the little time he has left, while Liam's tongue just won't be silenced anymore making everyone's worlds come crashing down.

His hot breath fanned my ear and I nearly died the moment the straps of my dress fell away. Revealing a part of myself that left me vulnerable to his hungry gaze that moved over me. I pride myself on decency, to always be appropriate but the way he clenched his jaw and ran his large hands on my thighs made me go. . . to hell with decency. Reaching out, the need to touch him no longer bearable, I traced the outline of his torso through the fabric of his shirt. But even that wasn't enough as my hands moved underneath the fabric to trace the muscles there. He shifted slightly away triggering a fear in me that I had done something wrong. However, the fear diminished when he removed the fabric- granting my eyes the chance to feast on seeing more of his skin. He moved forward peppering light kisses all over my neck and torso only to latch onto my nipple tugging gently on the hard nub. I cried out at the movement of his teeth and tongue as his hands kept me close hindering any chance to reduce the contact to damn near impossible. Reducing the contact was the last thing I wanted, especially considering how far we had come. . .

My five-year marriage with Alexander was like a couture gown, ripped to shreds. "I want Victoria to show your collection for the New York Fashion Week spring preview." My husband Alexander's voice cut through the sketch I was working on. I stopped drawing. I must have heard him wrong. "What did you say?" "Victoria is new. She needs a platform. Your new spring collection is the perfect springboard for her." "You're a showstopper every year. What's the harm in giving her one shot?" he asked, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. "Besides, the brand needs new blood." I stared at the man I'd spent five years with. Suddenly, his face looked sharp, unfamiliar. "Do you have any idea how many nights I've stayed up working on this collection? And you want to give it to some new assistant?" "Evelyn, don't be so petty. It's just a preview." His expression turned cold. "I've already decided." I clenched my fists, a thousand emotions churning inside me. Fine. If you're going to treat me like this, don't blame me for leaving you.