Novel & Cerita Silk Touch Axe

'Strip' his eyes glinted devilishly as he taunted me. My blood ran cold. There was no way I was going to strip for my boss, the CEO. Who was I kidding I was going to if I wanted to keep my job. And I desperately needed to keep my job! He was tapping his fingers impatiently on the desk as I thought through all the ramifications this could bring. I wouldn't even be in this position if he hadn't caught me red handed stealing a file of evidence for the opposing lawyer. One that if they read he would be able to twist away allowing his guilty client to go free. I didn't want to have to do this, but after being thrust into debt to save my sister and send her to rehab I didn't have a lot of choice. 'I'm waiting ...' his voice like ice as he watched me a deer in headlights. If I don't do what he asks I will not only be fired but face imprisonment for tampering with evidence. I took a gulp my shaking hands coming up to reach the buttons of my silk blouse as I slowly unbutton them. His eyes darken with lust as he watches my humiliation. Stephanie Bridges is a personal legal assistant to the CEO of a large legal firm in the city. Her boss is a tyrant, his mere presence causes her to fluster with the dangerous power that exudes him. To make matters worse he happens to be drop dead gorgeous! A terrifying combination. Jake Summers not only antagonizes her at work but he also haunts her in her dreams. Dreams where he punishes her in a deliciously sinful way.

A white wolf. A forbidden bond. An enemy she can't resist. Kaela has always hidden what she is — a rare white werewolf, born into a world that fears her kind. With her first shift approaching, her control is slipping… and the dreams of a golden-eyed stranger grow stronger. Ronan is the cold, ruthless Alpha of Shadowfang — the enemy pack. But when they meet at a tense summit, something ancient ignites between them. Fate doesn’t care about rivalries. And once they touch, the bond is sealed.

Blurb A secret baby. A billionaire ex. A Love she swore she would never touch again. Annie's life was already in ruins—shattered by betrayal, rebuilt by pain, held together by sheer will. But just when she finally starts breathing again, the past she buried began to rise. Because someone dangerously close… someone she should have walked away from… is about to step right back into her path. And this time, the storm he brings might be the one she can't survive.

We weren't meant to be together. Werewolves and vampires haven't mated for centuries . His jealousy burned me yet his touch revived me and most importantly , his oceanic blue eyes captivated me, drowning me in his realm . He kept doing things against everything I believed in , so why did I chose to stay ? I can't escape his sharp clutch now .. after all , he just wants a bite . What's the worst that could happen?

Clara thought marrying billionaire Victor Draven would save her family and give her peace. But peace doesn't exist inside the Draven mansion— In fact, it has never existed. Only secrets, temptations, and danger wrapped in luxury. And when his son returned home, things took a dark turn. His gaze burned, his words without filters, and his touch felt like sin wrapped in a handsome face. She shouldn't want him. But in a house built on lies, desire might be the deadliest secret of all.

“Ngh... Stop touching me like that...” I found myself squeezed against a burly man during a trip. Being naturally sensitive, his touch was overwhelmingly stimulating. I could not help but tremble and pant beside him. However, I never expected that halfway through the journey, he would eagerly lift me onto his lap. “The seat’s so hard. Your butt must be sore. Let me give you a proper massage!” By the end of the trip, he had taken everything from me...

"S-Stop it! You guys are far too big for me! I can't handle you at all!" In the dark slums, a few impoverished men have me lifted in mid-air. I can feel four pairs of rough, callused hands parting my slender legs, revealing my panties. "And here you are, pretending to be pure and innocent! Look at how wet you are right now! You must be yearning for our touch, right?" After that, the men rip off my damp panties before pinning me down…

Thanatos walks into the room, and my world stands still. He looks like a Greek god. I can’t catch my breath. He’s almost 7 feet tall. I need to run my fingers through his golden locks that touch his beautiful face. His dark gold eyes burn into my soul. His face is full of scars and draws me in. He is the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. His muscles are bulging out of his tux. He smells like a wood fire. Like he’s going to burn my entire world down. My jaw is on the floor. My wolf is howling in my head, begging me to reach out and touch him. He pulls out a chair and sits beside my father. My sisters and I sigh in unison. What I wouldn’t give to be his seat cushion. Traded like property. Marked as a breeder. Ayesha was never meant to survive the Lycan King. But inside her stirs something ancient Stella, a demon wolf bound by blood and rage. She doesn’t obey. She doesn’t kneel. And she certainly doesn’t care that the king wants Ayesha to carry his heir. Ayesha must walk a dangerous line between survival and surrender. Because losing control doesn’t just mean death it means

He stared down at me, his dark eyes burning with desire. His touch was electric, sending shivers through my body as his fingers teased me, leaving me breathless and aching for more. "You want this?" he murmured, his voice rough with need. I could barely think, barely speak—all I knew was that I needed him. "Yes..." I gasped, arching against him as his touch grew bolder, more demanding. Every stroke, every whispered word pushed me closer to the edge. I was lost in him, in the way he claimed me without hesitation. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip tightening.” "I am your dirty little slut." I gasped... A month after her dad died, she moved to L.A.—to live with his best friend. A man rich enough to own the city, and powerful enough to stay untouchable. She thought it’d be awkward. Quiet. Maybe even safe. But then came the night. One mistake. One touch. And everything changed. Now they’re caught in something they can’t control. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. And it feels way too good to stop. She knows this can’t last. He knows it too. But the more they try to stay away, the harder it gets to breathe without each other. And if anyone finds out— It won’t just break hearts. It’ll ruin lives. This story is rated 18+...

“None of them are supposed to touch you Julia.”Silas whispers into my ears and I swallows. “You are ours!!” Sebastian grabs me from behind and I let out a soft moan of pleasure when he pushes into me. “You’re ours to mark, ours to own, ours to f*ck. To use and we do not fucking share Julia.” ******** When Julia moves in with her stepbrothers, she’s warned to behave. What no one warns her about is them. They bully her relentlessly—control where she goes, who she talks to, how she dresses. At school, they let others torment her with words and rumors, but the moment someone goes too far, the punishment is brutal. No one is allowed to touch her. Because she’s theirs. They humiliate her in private, invade her space, watch her like predators marking territory. The way they look at her makes her uneasy… and worse, makes her think things she shouldn’t. Julia doesn’t know they’re Alpha werewolves. She doesn’t know dominance is instinct, or that desire and possession are tangled together in their world. She only knows that the lines between hatred, control, and something dangerously forbidden are starting to blur. They call it protection. They call it discipline. But Julia is starting to realize the truth. She isn’t just being bullied. She’s being claimed in every way that matters.