Skeleton Hand Holding Something

Julian Dantes lost everything—his career, his reputation, and now, his brother. When Bash is kidnapped and set to be auctioned off to the highest bidder, Julian is desperate enough to make a deal with the devil himself. Cassiel Morelli is a billionaire with the power to bring men to their knees—or bury them. He agrees to save Bash, but his price is steep: Julian’s hand in marriage. It’s not love. It’s control. But when Julian learns the truth, hatred isn’t enough to stop the war between them from turning into something darker. Something impossible to escape. And when their enemies return, Cassiel makes a move so unthinkable, so monstrous, that Julian is forced to ask himself: What’s more terrifying? The man who stole his freedom… or the fact that he might never want it back?

Contains Mature Language! •••PROLOGUE••• She was light He was dark She was Sweet He was Stubborn She was innocent Flower He was Thorn In Flower She was full of Positivity He was all about Darkness And HE WAS DOMINANT SHE WAS SUBMISSIVE ______________________ "I said don't come near me!" She said while slipping back in fear on the deserted road in the dead of night holding her lehenga. "I will!! You can't stop me!" He was slowly moving closer to her in a menacing tone. "What do you want? Why don't you leave me?" "I want you, Only You!" Saying this he grabbed the girl's arms with a jerk and pressed her body to his hard body. She was looking at him with fear and tears in her eyes. "Please don't do it!" She pleaded softly. "Sweetheart! I have not done anything yet! And if I do, you will not be able to do anything" Saying that in one stroke, that person hanged that girl on his shoulder like a sack. She yearned to get rid of him but to no avail. The man almost slammed the girl on the bonnet of his car parked in the middle of the empty road and held her wrist with one hand and held her above his head. He put his entire weight on her and came close to her face and caressing her soft lips with the thumb of his other hand, said "Beautiful faces looks even more beautiful in agony of anger.... like you" And as soon as he said this, he pressed his hard lips on the soft lips like petals of that girl, due to which the girl sobbed. ___________________ Want to know further? So Start reading it. It have mature elements so read it at your own Risk.

“I don't know anything. P-please...let me go.” She pleaded with her eyes half closed as her lips trembled due to his close proximity. She could feel his warm breaths on her face. She whimpered feeling a hand grip on her hair yanking her face up. Her entire body was sore and shaking from all the torture she had endured from this man. “Angel,...” Sylvester whispered in her ear. “Are you telling me the truth?” Lucia could feel the coldness of the mouth of the gun plastered to her temple and she broke into more sobs looking up to meet his dark eyes. “I swear...I-I don't know anything a-about Lily...she...” Her voice ceased when she felt his hand at her chin. “I believe you angel. But it seems that bitch has left us something behind to take with us as compensation.”

Two marriages. Four lives. One tangled web of betrayal, secrets, and revenge. Justin and Kyla were once college sweethearts who had nothing but love and ambition. Together, they built everything from the ground up—a business, a home, a life that seemed unbreakable. Ella and Zach, on the other hand, were forced into a loveless marriage to merge empires and protect family wealth. With money to burn but no affection between them, their union was a gilded cage. One summer, a chance meeting between Justin and Ella at a luxury hotel ignites a reckless affair. What should have been a fleeting fling spirals into something darker—an obsession neither of them can walk away from. But when Kyla and Zach cross paths—two wounded hearts bonded by betrayal—their cold business deal begins to spark with unexpected fire. They both want justice. They both want payback. But what if, in the process of destroying the people who broke them, they find something neither expected? Something dangerously close to love. But could anything happen between these two?

"Pregnant patient, corpus luteum rupture, heavy bleeding! We need a consent form signed—now!" I stood there holding the clipboard, waiting, when a voice I knew way too well cut through the chaos. "I'm here!" Jimmy. My husband. The same guy who vanished on our anniversary—now signing off on emergency surgery for another woman. He didn't even blink before writing "husband" on the form. Still had our wedding ring on, too. He didn't recognize me behind the mask. Just grabbed my hand and begged. "Please save her. It's my fault. She's pregnant. I messed up. I love her. I can't lose her." His grip tightened. My wedding ring slipped off and hit the floor. I didn't say a word. Just turned and walked into the OR. A doctor beside me, totally clueless, beamed and said, "Dr. Meyer, your test results came back—twins! Your husband's gonna be so happy. Congrats!" I smiled, barely. "Schedule the termination after surgery."

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

Carlos Gotti, a ruthless mafia boss got saved by Serafina at a masked halloween party leaving a student i. Carlos traces her back through the student id but it was a different person on the id. Serafina was holding her best friend Isabella's handbag and the id had mistakenly slipped off from the bag. Isabella claims to be Sera taking both the cash prize and crawling her way into Carlos heart but then something was different, the perfume which Sera wore was different from Isabella's perfume. What happens when Carlos finds out the perfume worn by Isabella was different from Sera and was being impersonated by Isabella? How long will Isabella pretend to be the one who saved Carlos Gotti? Will Sera ever find out her best friend's betrayal? What happens when the ruthless Mafia don falls for an average girl Sera?

After his mother gets a new job in a small town far from the troubles that plagued young Casey Allen Peterson in the big city and every school he'd attended before hand, The new arrival is brought into the midst of a dying town where he comes into contact with the resident Bad Boy, Rick Channon who seems to take a special interest in him. Upon further observation, Casey discovers that Rick has been keeping something of a dark secret of his own and he's the only one that was privy to it.

Violet Wintour is a controversial heiress in the 21st-century high society, but not for the same reasons other rich kids of London are. Her father, the Duke of Averbury, passed away with a family will that leads to a surprising twist. Across the world, Clare Leighton is living a modest life. Years of struggling with bankruptcy begin to take a toll on her family. Her caring yet depressed parents force her to take a different path that she hasn't prepared for. When the hand of fate brings these two different women together, something is going to change forever.

At Harrington High, the rich and ruthless rule. Olivia has spent years staying invisible, choosing silence over conflict. But when she stands up to the school’s most feared bully, Zachary Maverick, everything changes. Zach, cold-hearted heir to the Maverick empire, isn’t used to defiance. No one dares challenge him—until Olivia. Her unexpected courage sparks something dark and obsessive within him. Now, Olivia is trapped in a dangerous game. Zachary isn't just set on breaking her—he wants her. And what Zachary Maverick wants, he gets. As cruel intentions blur into twisted desire, Olivia must navigate a world of power, manipulation, and the unnerving attention of the boy who could either destroy her or claim her as his. But in a school where love and cruelty walk hand in hand, will Olivia escape Zachary’s obsession… or will she become addicted to his darkness?