Sukuna Hand Sign

He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... He steps closer to me... Closer... More closer... He pulls me close to him. His hand wrapped around my wrist. His eyes are into my lips. His hand grips my chin and his finger touches on my lower lips. I swallow my saliva... He slowly leans towards me. Our lips are an inch far. I closed my eyes... Against my ear, he whispered, "You are my women"... My temper sparked. I evert my eyes in his."In your dream", I shout and forcefully pushed him away... I run out of the room. My heart was pounding wildly in my ear. I took a deep breath, claim the rapid thuds in my chest. I desperately want to claim my heartbeat down... In reality, I am confused why my heart was pounding when he was close to me? Why did I close my eyes? Why I am blushing? I just hate him, isn't I? I asked myself why he said that to me? Is he drunk? I pulled my hair, Questions in my heart driving me crazy...

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#

My wife and I were both liars. She lied to me 99 times. "I'll forget all about him, I swear." That man was her first love. She never did forget about him. I only lied to her one time. To get her to sign the divorce papers. Time came to the final day of the cooling-off period. Three hours before it was up, I packed up all my stuff and bought a flight ticket to another country. Two hours before it was up, I cut up all my photos that had her in it, leaving only myself. One hour before it was up, I placed the divorce papers on the table. When she saw the papers, they drove her mad.

I spent five years by Casey Fusco's side, turning him from a beggar in the slums to a mafia Don. On the second day he put on the family ring, his first love came knocking on our door with an ultrasound report. Casey pushed the divorce papers toward me with a sorry look on his face. "She's pregnant. I have to give her the position of Donna." My brethren tried to talk me out of doing something foolish, since I had nearly lost my life while trying to help him climb up the ranks. But contrary to their expectations, all I did was sign the papers calmly without making a fuss. "Congratulations on having your wish come true, Don Fusco."

My husband was a senior military officer and a hardcore military fanatic. When I went into labor and my life was at risk, I begged him to sign the consent form for an emergency C-section. Instead, he looked at me coldly and asked, “What’s the maximum cruising speed of a Boeing 747? Answer correctly, and I’ll sign.” Later, my body tore from the prolonged labor, and our son suffocated to death. He said calmly, as if reciting a fact, “One thousand one hundred and twenty-seven kilometers per hour. Remember that?” At that moment, I looked at his indifferent expression and realized that I no longer loved him. With that, I left behind the divorce papers and disappeared from his life. “Felix, the military-illiterate wife you were ashamed of will never come back.”

This is a story of how a dying god decided to entrust his power to humanity instead of choosing an heir, hoping that they will learn to govern the world on their own. The chosen were called divine alchemists—people gifted with abilities to convert nature elements into specific power . War was inevitable as clans clash against clans with no sign to stop until the enemy is annihilated. The weak were being pushed aside. Some were sold to slavery, while others became a machine used for war. Greed had taken over the planet, and civilizations were starting to crumble. The road to Surmwale features the story of a young boy, named Ivar who witnessed the death of Croven, his god, and was given the latter's remaining power to ensure that god's plan would succeed.

His smirk deepened and he took another step toward me. “I want to fuck you.” His voice dripped lower, “As a dancer, you should be used to this by now.” I shook my head quickly, panic rising in my chest. “Yes, I do know. I mean, that’s what I’m meant for.” “Now, let’s get down to business, shall we?” He said, stepping closer. “I don’t have all night.” Before I could part my lips to answer, his hand gripped my thigh and lifted it. The fabric of my dress bunched up, exposing the fine lace of my panties. I gasped, trying to move away from him, but his other hand moved to the back of my neck, holding me in place. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming my lips with a hunger that left me breathless. Suddenly, I felt his hand slip under the elastic of my panties, his finger grazing my sensitive flesh. I whimpered into the kiss, trying to resist, but the sensation was too overwhelming. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger moved further, sliding inside me with ease. I moaned in protest, the sudden intrusion causing a sharp pain as he broke the kiss, smiling wickedly. “Shhh…” he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. He knelt, his hand still holding my leg up. “I’m going to need you to open those thighs for me,” he ordered, his tone dark and mocking all at once.

*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.