Novel & Cerita Skeleton Hand Holding

After the fake heiress, Melina Langston, falls into the water, her already fragile health becomes even worse. My brother, Elio Langston, blames everything on me. In the dead of winter, he forces me to stand in the freezing swimming pool all night. I end up with pneumonia from the cold. When I return from the hospital, I see him holding Melina in his arms and looking at me with unconcealed disgust. "If you ever bully Melina again, don't ever come back!" I look at Elio without saying a word and return to my room. Then, I board a plane that will never fly back.

Four sisters sat on the kitchen floor in a circle each holding their favorite icecream tub and started discussing their heart problems. Rude but not so... Rude Badboy but not so... Badboy Player but not so... Player Jerk but not so... Jerk "Why do we all have such an amazing selection in the boys?" Asked both the twins at a time looking at their elder sisters. "We will definitely note the sarcasm." added the middle sister for them. "Don't worry dears! This is not the end and we will find someone else for sure. That is life which goes on and on and on." assured the elder sister. Well we will also see how they will get out of this Not so... Cliché lives, but will they?

After the broken engagement, they need to search for the relics and find it before the demons lay a hand on the sacred relics. Adventure and monsters awaits. Secrets and mysteries is about to unfold. Immortal's Fire.

My name is Kemira, and I am an omega. I was blamed for my Luna’s death as a wolf-less pup. My true mate turned out to be the Alpha’s son who rejected me instantly. Now, I am bound to the former Alpha’s sick, twisted games and torture. As penance for my sins. When the Lycan King arrives, he finds me chained and beaten. Though he refuses the bond, he can’t deny our connection. Can he? .... “Oh goddess!” I moan as my heat surges. “What is it? More pain?” He asks as I take his hand, moving it to my pulsating core. I need his touch. “Kemira, I can’t.” He fights his lycan as I grind on his hand in the ice bath. “Please. I need you.” I beg him and his lycan. “Takoa.” His hand slides down my stomach. The coolness contrasts against my burning heat. His fingers slide between my wet folds. Circling my nub. “Yes… goddess, yes!” I moan as his pace quickens. He slides a thick finger inside me. “More. Please.” I moan. He adds a second finger. Feeling my p8ssy stretch. Trying to take him. “You feel so good, baby.” He whispers, stroking me faster. I grip the tub as his free hand massages then squeezes my n9pple. I gasp arching into him. “Takoa!” I moan falling apart. He doesn’t stop until I collapse against him. He pulls his fingers from my core and licks them clean. “So delicious” He whispers.

18+ __ Reaching forward, she ran her hand over his hard, well defined abs. “Its pretty.” Zique held her hand against him, pride shooting through him like electricity. A man’s body wasn’t something to be called pretty, but she could call his whatever she wanted to. “Thank you.” He slid her hand further down, running it along the length of his covered c*ck. “I wonder what you’d have to say about this.” The hardness made Kiara gasped and when he dropped his underwear, she was utterly flabbergasted. It was the size of her hand, unbelievable but true. “Huge...?” Zique smirked. “I thought you’d call it pretty too.” ___ As ruthless as the devil, Zique Blud reigned above all the other alpha's. He was feared by most, looked up to by many and only a few had the courage to test him. He hated the weak, detested them with his whole heart, which was exactly why he crushed them...But crushing them ended up being the reason why he was cursed by the goddess... In ten years...he needed to find his mate or the thread around his heart would tighten until it killed him. _ Kiara Cole had been locked away from the world all her life, she was weak, without a wolf...thus why the alpha of the Silver Rain pack decided to isolate her from the world... At ten, she had watched him kill her parents and now at 19 years old, she finally got a wolf, only to find out that the man who had stolen half of her life, would be the man to spend the rest of it with her. # Dark Werewolf Romance#

Heading to college has been Mandy's dream, this dream was about to be shattered when Mandy's father suddenly passes away, the chairman of Omega farms and grains. Mandy has always been protected by her father, but now he is gone. How will she sustain this large farm and it's employees, the bank is also on their neck to pay back a loan. Mandy will do whatever it takes, even if it means taking Bosey's hand for help. Bosey has always been an excellent farm hand who is in love with the Chairman's daughter. He is willing to help her keep the farm, if she will let him help. They will do whatever they can to protect the farm from the bank and from the predator, Frank.

*Fate played a hand in uniting the separated.* They were from two different world's but none of that mattered, they were young to see what those around them saw. They were soon forcibly separated after being caught between life and death.  Milla was certain that she would never see William Myers again, but ofcourse fate played a hand that reunited them in the most unexpected way. William came like a night and shining armour, while Milla saw nothing more than betrayal. She demanded distance but he's had enough of that same distance. They've been a part for too long. He desires to be close, in a way that she will never remember what distance is.

Kate is beautiful CPA and a frustrated painter who found herself holding a gun. In her hope to avenge, she got herself trained and equipped for a more physical job... I look at the mirror and stare at the woman in front of me, "Who are you? What are you doing here? “I have to remind myself everyday about my purpose so that I will never hate myself being part of all those people's death. "You are like a butterfly Kate... today you die and tomorrow you will live again... different color and will last for a week or maybe a month" Yeah right, this is just temporary.

I looked down at my baby boy and immediately realize that I needed to fight, to give each other a chance at love and most importantly to win my love back and get my family together....... He was once mine and he is always going to be mine “I hate you and you're going to regret what you've done." Josephine yelled. “Am only taking back what was rightfully mine" I retorted. “You shouldn't have try to destroy a happy family" I said while walking away holding my head high with a smile on my face.............

After three years of relentless pursuit, I finally won over Logan—a guy who had never shown the slightest interest in women—and he cherished me like I was his entire world. On the eve of our wedding, I accidentally overheard one of his friends teasing him, "Logan, are you really ready to step into the grave of marriage for Bella? And what about Joann? She's chased you for so many years. Don't you feel anything for her?" Logan's voice was cold. "If we hadn't grown up together, I wouldn't even want to see Joann's face. She could never compare to Bella, ever." So, I held onto dreams for our future, and I married him. Two years later, at our daughter's hundred-day celebration, Joann came to me in tears, claiming her baby had leukemia—and that only my daughter could save her baby. Logan's eyes reddened instantly, and without hesitation, he sent our daughter into the operating room to have her blood drawn. I struggled in the bodyguards' grip desperately, crying and pleading, "Logan, Lily is still so little. She can't take this. She'll die! Please, use the cord blood I stored for her. I'm begging you, let her go." He kicked me aside. "It's just a bit of blood. Joann's baby is dying, and you're still this selfish? Get out!" When the surgery was over, he tossed a divorce agreement at me. "Joann's child is mine. I have to give them both a name, and I'm taking her abroad for treatment." I stared at my silent, motionless daughter in the operating room, my heart turning to ash. "Fine." Six years later, Logan saw me in a baby store, holding the hand of my five-year-old son. Logan reached out with a pained look, trying to pick him up. "Why did you cut Lily's hair so short? She looks like a boy. What were you thinking?"