Skeleton Hand Holding

Zenia Blackman and EJ Hollen were friends before lovers but Zenia was holding a dreadful secret from him. When things hit the fan and secrets were exposed, their relationship took a constant turn for the worse to the point where Zenia fled the country with another man who had no good intentions for her. And what another shock to Zenia when she learnt she was pregnant with EJ's baby.

Not long after human Iris found out about her pregnancy, she realized her Alpha fated mate Arthur had engaged with another woman ever since he was 15 years old. As Arthur prepared to run for the Alpha President position, it became clear that he needed a luna from the Alpha class, just like his fiancée. Realizing her place as nothing more than a human mistress, Iris left, with her child. Five years later, Iris came back as a successful artist, while Arthur already became the Alpha President. Arthur genuinely believed Iris couldn’t thrive without him, but when they met again, his world was turned upside down. A little boy ran to Iris, holding his arms out toward Iris. “Mommy, we missed you so much, so we came with Daddy,” he said. Arthur stared at the child, then looked back at Iris angrily to growl, “Mommy and Daddy?” Before Iris could respond, a handsome Alpha appeared, holding a little girl in his arms. “Iris, sorry to keep you waiting.”

She was always the shadow. He was always chasing the light. Lavinia Hartwell had learned early that love was rarely for girls like her. She was the quiet one, the overlooked one—always second to her luminous best friend, Verity Langford. Even Henry Wynthorne, the boy whose compassion had unexpectedly caught her heart in high school, only had eyes for Verity. But years change people. Henry’s dreams of studying abroad collapsed with his father’s death. Verity left. Success became his only compass, and alcohol his only escape. And somehow, in the wreckage, there was Lavinia—never demanding, never judging, quietly holding him together in ways he never noticed… until she was gone. When an arranged engagement threatened to give her to him, Henry assumed she was being forced into it and set her free. Lavinia smiled, thanked him—and walked away, taking with her the steady presence he had taken for granted. Only then did Henry begin to notice the ache. The way her absence unsettled him. The way another man’s hand on her waist ignited a heat that was not anger, but something darker, sharper, and dangerously possessive. A single night blurred the lines forever—her lips on his, soft at first, then desperate, as though she’d loved him all her life. Desire flared, undeniable. But in the morning, she was gone again. Now, with Verity back and the past colliding with the present, Henry must face the truth: he no longer loves the woman he once chased. But has he realized too late who truly held his heart all along? Slow-burn, sensual, and laced with aching restraint, this is a story of unspoken devotion, of a man’s reluctant fall, and of the quiet girl who was never anyone’s first choice—until she became the only choice.

I hated him for being so good at playing me. At making my body crave his touch. At making me forget everything else and focus only on him. I hated that even though I was mad at him, I couldn't resist him. But I wanted to prove so badly that he didn't have me wrapped around his little finger so I spat, "Eric, stop!" Eric looked at me briefly and then pulled his hand out of my slit. He unbuckled his belt and let it hang loosely in his belt loops. Still holding my gaze with his, he unzipped his pants and brought out his cock. I shuddered and swallowed. "Say that again," he gruffed. . In an attempt to forget about her cheating boyfriend, Sapphire not only gets wasted in a nightclub but also takes part in a truth or dare game with her friends and she's dared to make out with any random guy present. She goes through with the dare – only that her pick is not just any random guy. Eric is the drop-dead hot grandson of a family of generational billionaires and also the new CEO of the company where Sapphire works at. After a heated argument between him and his mother over his refusal to get married, he goes to a nightclub to drown away his frustration. There he meets Sapphire, the perfect distraction. Their encounter leads to a mind-blowing one-night stand. And Eric is forced to enter into a one-year contract marriage with her afterwards. What starts out as a mere agreement becomes fueled by raw attraction and love for each other. But Sapphire’s new villainous mother-in-law, Eric’s philandering nature, a dark secret of the Donovans and the universe itself will threaten to break the two apart in more ways than one.

"Fuck me." He groaned. I hadn't taken a good look of the man I was in bed with. I opened my eyes a bit, and looked at him. I couldn't see his face, but he had black hair. "My name is Asher, and I'll make you scream it in different positions." His hand left my breast, into my vagina. "Asher…" I rubbed his head, holding him closer to me. I moaned loudly. I was enjoying every second of this. Amelia Brooks spent three years loving Damian. He spent those three years lying. At her own engagement party, he got down on one knee — and proposed to her younger sister instead. That night, humiliated and half-drunk, she stumbled into the wrong hotel room and into the arms of a stranger. Rough. Unforgettable. She left before sunrise, no regrets. She walked into a boardroom at the company her grandmother left her — and found him sitting. Asher Sinclair. Major shareholder. And Damian's uncle. The man who wrecked her body in the dark now holds her future in his hands. Desperate to fulfill her grandmother's secret marriage clause or lose everything, Amelia signs a contract that makes her his wife. No feelings allowed. But Damian isn't done with her. He wants her back. He shows up at her office with roses and lies, at every turn whispering that she was always his. And Asher? He watches. He waits. And one night, he reminds her exactly who she belongs to — not with words, but with his hands, his mouth, the way he says her name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Now Amelia is trapped between the ex who shattered her and husband who owns her.

I’m the Blackthorn family’s top surgeon and their “cleaner.” I’ve handled countless messes for Evan Blackthorn. I was also his secret lover for five years. He was inside me more times than I can count, holding me tight as I came apart, kissing me with an obsession for my body he never bothered to hide. It all ended after sex one night, when he said with a casual laugh, “I should get a wife, Rachel.” “And maybe you should find a good man and get married, too.” I wasn’t angry. I just quietly said, “Okay.” In my last life, I insisted on staying by his side. It got me both my hands broken, my career as a surgeon shattered. In the end, during a raid by a rival family, he left me behind as bait, holding his brother’s widow, Sofia, tenderly in his arms. So this time, I learned my lesson. I stayed away from him. Found a new man, just like he wanted. But this time, the always cool and calculated Mafia Don lost his mind.

After being used and discarded by Leon, the man who destroyed his youth, Jade rebuilt himself under the watchful hand of a mafia leader who owns his freedom. But when his past lover reappears through a corporate contract, and one simple hookup that should have meant nothing, turned out to have been with that same man’s brother, Jade must decide just how much the past no longer matters to him, or whether he has been given a hand with which to get full closure on the same man who put him through hell. Will he fall a second time, or will he use the hand of another to get revenge and hurt another innocent in his wake?

He, Arius Accardo the mafia lord of entire Italy came in front of me as my boss willing to steal my heart to use for his benefits, to save a girl he unknowingly loved from his childhood. He crumbled my life for her better future, but reality crashed him down finding the girl he wanted to protect was none other than the girl he used as a shield for her, then he dragged me into that blood bathed church, decorated with dead bodies and bullet shells instead of flowers forcing me to become his bride, I knew my life was torn apart because of my love for him. The man holding a machine gun in his hand, pinning her to his chest to declare her as his queen stepping over the dead body dressed in white who was waiting to become his a moment ago, she knew she shouldn't have loved this man, the man who killed his love without a blink of an eye. One revelation, one secret brought my life to a high cliff. The hidden past came crashing down on my beliefs. The truth no one was supposed to find out, but he was searching for it his whole life, which has the power to the earthquake in my life, which bound me to fall for him. Will Elena be willing to become his Aria and accept her dark past which she had forgotten? Or does her resistance become fatal for both of their hearts and let them bleed until the end of them? "Congratulations my Snowflake, you became the mafia queen of Italy. She smirks and says, let's take over the entire mafia Business of earth. Glad, I tinted you enough to let you forget your divinity. " There may be some adult things in the novel.

On the night of my sister’s engagement party, my life officially crashes. Again. All because of one name on the invitation. Zachary de Sanctis. My sister’s fiancé. Fiona. My ex, the guy I punched in the face five years ago. Heir to the richest old-money family in Europe. And one tiny detail only God and I know: he’s the father of my twins. For the past five years, I’ve been hiding out in a little town in Oregon, working as the CEO of a IT firm while chasing two four-year-olds who look more like their father than me. Isaac and Isabella: two mini De Sanctis clones with the last name Gómez, razor-sharp mouths, brains that run too fast, and a talent for causing trouble exactly when I need peace. My family knows I came home pregnant and alone. They just never asked who the father is, and I never offered an answer. As far as they’re concerned, I’m still Arabella Gómez, the wild one who lost her way. I thought going to Fiona’s engagement party would just mean a few hours of fake laughing, then a quiet drive back to my glass-walled house in Oregon and two sets of blue eyes calling me Mommy. Until Zach walks into my parents’ living room holding Fiona’s hand… and his gaze stays on my face a little too long. He can’t find out about Isaac and Isabella. Fiona can’t find out her perfect fiancé was mine first. And my family can’t know what really happened five years ago. Hiding a scandal between two rich dynasties is one thing. Hiding two chaotic twins who are basically their father’s face copy-pasted? That’s the real nightmare.

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.