Silk Touch Axe

"WOW! Really? Because the last time I checked I am a free woman and I can do whatever I want. So you have no right to tell me who I can dance with or not, or have the right to beat up any guy I am with." I yell "I DON'T CARE! You. Are. Mine! So When I Say No Guy Will Touch You, I Mean No Guy Will Touch You. Because You Are Mine!" he yells back at me _________________________________________________________ Katherine Luciano is a beautiful lady, living with her single mom. She did not know her life would take a different turn the day she goes for a job interview. She meets the one person she wishes she never sees again in her life. The one person who made her high school the worst time of her life, Lorenzo Costanzo. A well-known person in society. He has the looks, the fame, the money, and everything with a lot of mysterious secrets. Does she fall prey to his wrath once again, or change the heart of a cold man?

“What did you say?” “I said that if you won’t touch me and make me yours, then maybe someone should.” To my surprise, Archie smirked at me and his gaze drifted to my lips. “No one’s ever going to touch you but me, Rosie.” *** Rosie Fay is the daughter of the mafia, so she is used to being surrounded by guns, sulky men, and dangerous deals. But her father thought she shouldn’t lead things after he was gone, so he made a deal and offered her hand in marriage to Archie Donovan. The arranged marriage wasn’t the problem though—Archie was. He treated her well and took care of her, but that’s all their relationship entailed. No romantic strings attached. But they clearly liked each other, so why did he always push her away? As the tension between them intensified, the dangers around the family increased. Was happiness even a possibility for them? Or would the mafia life take that away from her? Daughter of the Mafia is created by Rafaella Dutra, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

"You really think you can seduce the Alpha looking like that?" The mischievous grey wolf beside me whispered. He was trying to make me give up, but I had to come out the victor in these games for my pack and my family. He slowly took one clawed finger and slipped the strap of my silk burgundy floor length gown off my shoulder in front of the whole table of wolf royalty. "That's a little more like it," He coaxed, "Look at him with all of those other attractive wolves to choose from. You'll never catch his attention like this." I stared at the end of the table where the Alpha sat. He was dark of hair and broad of chest and always had a smile and was willing to lend a paw to a wolf in need. He was laughing at something the stunning blonde she-wolf beside him had said and that cheerful couple drew a sharp contrast from the unknown man on his other side. I couldn't even be sure that man was a wolf at all, he was pale and lean but his eyes were dark, cold and...and never seemed to leave my face. "Just give up the games now," the grey wolf continues, "fall into my arms instead I can take care of you just as well as some fancy Alpha can. Close your eyes, you won't even notice the difference." I felt his tongue from my collar bone to my jaw.

For five years, I was Carlos’s dirty little secret. In the light of day, I was his executive assistant, handling his legitimate businesses while he treated me with cold, professional detachment. In the shadows, I was the woman he claimed to love more than life itself, the one who warmed his bed while he whispered promises against my skin. That was until I found out I was pregnant. I was ready to tell him, to finally ask for a life in the light. But then, I discovered Carlos had purchased a secluded estate in the suburbs—a fortress meant for a wife. I followed him there, heart in my throat, only to watch through the window as his hand slid beneath a woman’s silk lingerie, his eyes burning with a raw desire I thought belonged only to me. "Sophie," he groaned, his voice rough with emotion. "I stayed unmarried all these years for one reason. I was waiting for you to come back to the States. Marry me." The sounds of their pleasure echoed from the room. The shock was a physical blow; my body revolted, and the stress induced a miscarriage right there in the cold. When I woke up in the hospital, empty and broken, I made a call I had been avoiding for years. I accepted the arranged marriage my family had set up for me—a political alliance with a rival syndicate. The next morning,I would vanish from Carlos’s life forever.

I am not a mermaid but with only a simple touch, I can make someone forget about me. I am not a time traveler, but I am very prone to waking up to other people's bodies, a different scenario, and a different timeline. If someone will ask me who I am, my only answer will be... I am someone lost in time.

SYNOPSIS One can touch, but cannot see. One can see, but cannot talk. One can talk, but cannot hear. One can hear, but cannot feel. One can feel, but cannot touch. They're different. Crazy. Weird. Idiot. Fake. Unique. All of you can judge but know their story before you judge them, meet the Highschool Paranormal Club, Five Senses.

The Horror Game invaded the world. Real players entered the game, and their every move would be broadcast live. My adopted son shoved me—an eighty-eight-year-old woman—straight into a deadly dungeon to save his own skin. One of the comments in the live stream predicted: [What? They’re tossing in such an elderly woman? No way she’s gonna survive the first night!] On the first night, a frost-bitten ghost exhaled icy breath in my face. I shrugged off my thick floral coat, feeling sorry for her. “You poor thing! You must be freezing. Listen to me and bundle up quickly!” The second night, a starving ghost lunged at me with blood dripping down his chin. I sniffed the air, then found a jar of pickled cabbage. “Look at how skinny you are! Come on, let me get you something hot to eat.” On the final day, the last surviving players tied me up, desperate to steal the one ticket to escape. However, before they could touch me, every ghost in the dungeon came storming out, cleavers and rolling pins in hand. “Touch her, and you’re dead meat!”

She thought it was just a wounded animal. Until he turned into the most dangerous man she’s ever seen... right in her living room. Dr. Elena Voss was just trying to save a dying dog. She didn’t expect him to shift into a scarred, growling Alpha who claims they’re fated... and that her touch is the only thing keeping his curse from killing him. He’s not just a werewolf. He’s the cursed Alpha of a collapsing pack. And she’s not just human—she’s an Empath, the last of a bloodline so powerful it was wiped out. Now? Everyone wants her dead. Hunters are closing in. Witches want her blood. And Kael—the dark, broken Alpha—wants her in every way imaginable. His body is addicted to her. Her power answers only to him. And every second she spends with him? She's one heartbeat closer to losing herself completely. But breaking his curse might kill her. Loving him definitely will. One touch awakened the bond. One lie could end everything. And the next blood moon? Could be her last.

" I hate you." his piercing gaze on me darkened. "Hate me all you want,that, doesn't change the fact that you belong to me." Gripping my chin, his eyes challenge me to deny it. I take a step back, his grip on my hair tightens, as his lips graze against mine "Never ever deny me your touch wife."

“I said where did he touch you?” Aaron walk towards with his dangerous aura as sniffs in anger scanning my body with his eyes like he was trying to find some hickeys and marks of touches on me. “You are mine, mine and nobody touches what belong to me. Bring that bastard in”Aaron said for me to start tearing up as I felt stupid for running away.