The Delicate Sound Of Thunder Novels & Stories

Nicole Santoro is a harmless and delicate woman, which is why her ex-boyfriend was a scoundrel with her, cheating on her in the worst ways, but now she has turned things around and become an incredible woman and an exemplary secretary for one of the richest companies in the country. But no one was prepared for the tense dynamic that developed between her and her boss, Valentin Salvatore. Their relationship was marked by heated debates and a constant power play. Nicole never hesitated to challenge Valentin's impulsive decisions, while he saw her as an enigma that needed to be deciphered. When the fateful night arrived, the tension between them took an unexpected turn. That momentary weakness revealed an undeniable chemistry. They both knew that this union was far from conventional. The rules of the game had changed, and now they were forced to confront not only their insecurities but also the growing emotional connection that was slowly emerging between them. The question hanging in the air was: could they turn this fire and arrogance into true love?

Adasha has endured seven years as the Luna of Woodshire, trapped in a nightmare of cruelty and control at the hands of her possessive chosen mate, Alpha Randy. Desperate to escape his violent grip, she risks everything, fleeing into the depths of the woods with nothing but a small bag and an unyielding resolve to reclaim her freedom. However, freedom comes at a cost. Captured by another powerful pack, Adasha finds herself face-to-face with a commanding and enigmatic Alpha who sees through her lies. Yet, instead of rejecting her, he is inexplicably drawn to her—for reasons she cannot fathom, she is his destined mate. Caught between the fear of being returned to Randy and the glimmer of hope this new pack offers, Adasha must tread carefully. As secrets unravel and danger closes in, her path becomes a delicate balance between survival and a chance at the life she has long yearned for.

“Ahh…” A helpless sound escaped me when the stranger’s hand cupped one of my breasts, his mouth trailing down my neck to my ear. “Fuck… your tits feel amazing,” he groaned. “Tell me, has anyone else touched you like this before?” Why was he even asking that? Didn't he know questions like that only made my body feel even hotter—worse? “Has anyone else ever played with these?” he asked again, squeezing harder. His hand was already under my uniform—God, had he slipped it in without me even noticing? The heat of his palm against my skin made my knees weak. “N-No one… y-you’re the first,” I said before I could stop myself.

Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! I love your fucking dick! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!

I left one dire situation and landed in another! Why can't fairies be sweet?! My name is Jessa, and I recently took a trip to Ancient Troy because I said, "I didn't believe in fairies," while sitting on a fairy hill, during a full eclipse. I was on vacation with my family in Ireland, and my sister Meena was with me on the hill when I was sucked through time! Now, I ripped through time again, landing in Ancient Pompeii. Right before Mount Vesuvius destroys the whole area! The best part? My Trojan Prince husband has a twin in Rome and has purchased me as a slave! Why couldn't I return to my own time! Do you want to hear some sound advice? Don't ever piss-off a fairy!

The sound of bones cracking filled the forests eery silence as what was once a wolf was beginning to contort into a humanoid creature. Pinching herself Danica tried to wake from what had to be a dream as a naked man occupied where once stood a wolf.  Not any man, but Mason Thompson, the neighborhood playboy. He sniffed the air while examining the area to make sure there were no more threats before finally turning his attention to Danica. "I finally found you."  He smiled as his golden eyes that had locked onto her face filled with joy and longing. For all of her 18 years of life Danica Robinson thought that she was normal. When she turned 18 she comes to know that she is far from. When the world of fictional creatures becomes one that she begins to reside in, everything will change.

Chloe, the maid I share a room with, is dead. I watched the head housekeeper and another maid pin her to the floor. I watched them as the housekeeper vomited up a slimy, black web of fungus and forced it down Chloe's throat. I should have screamed. I wanted to. But my selective mutism took over, trapping the sound in my throat. It probably saved my life. The next day, Chloe was alive again. She walked into the young miss’s room to brush her hair, just like always. I was so scared I dropped the water basin I was holding. As I stood there, frozen, the young miss leaned in close, her voice a whisper only I could hear. "You've noticed it too, haven't you? They're not themselves anymore."

“You stole from me and stole my heart too, little thief. What kind of punishment do you think you deserve?”Idris questioned. Tracing the horse whip on her delicate skin. Devika let out a low moan. “Punish me later, but please. fill my desires now.”Devika pleds desperately. Devika the bread winner of a high class theft group. battles with a traumatic past that led her into stealing. What happens when she stole from the pocket of the richest man in the world. His grandfathers wrist watch, the only one of its kind. She stole it, what happens when she is giving a mission to steal from a wealthy man. Only to find out that her next target is the same man she stole his watch. Join me on this sweat ride filed with Drama, Romance, Action, and comedy. Triggerwarning: This novel contains rated content. sexual abuse, killing, theft, etc.

"I'll hate to spoil your makeup." He brushed my hair aside to kiss the delicate skin on my neck. He was my husband, and he was trying to seduce me. A man my father forced me to marry so he could form a political alliance, and also gain access to this enemy family for revenge through me. My name is Racheal, the only legitimate child of one of the world's most influential presidents. As the president's daughter, you would think my life was perfect, but it wasn't.   Since my mother’s untimely death, my step-mother has maltreated and tortured me relentlessly. My boyfriend betrayed me, and then my father sold me off to be married to a man I did not know, a complete stranger, the billionaire son of a rival president.  Now I am forced to make a decision, continue with my father's revenge plan, or let myself fall for my new husband’s seductions?

My breath caught in my throat the moment my eyes dropped between his legs. Oh God. His cock was hard, heavy, long, impossible to ignore. Panic filled my chest. “Is… that going inside me?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. My voice didn’t even sound like mine, small, breakable. “Oh, sweet doll…” His voice dropped, gravelly and dark. “It’s not just going inside you.” He stepped closer, towering over me. My skin heated as his hand wrapped around himself, stroking twice. He swelled even larger, as though to prove the threat in his words. “It’s going to stretch you wide open. You’ll feel me for days. You’ll walk with the memory of me buried deep, dripping down your thighs. You’ll cry from it, shake from it, and still… you’ll beg for more.” “Oh…” The sound tore from me, heavy with terror. I was sold for three million dollars to the man who killed my father. Dante De Luca, older, ruthless, dangerously handsome and untouchable. He didn’t buy me for a night. He bought me for a lifetime, to make me his mistress… and then, his wife. Trapped in a contract marriage, I vowed never to love him. But my body betrayed me. His possessive kisses. His punishing touch. I found myself wanting more. Craving him. Yearning for everything he gave. Dante wanted revenge, because my father killed his wife and stole his Mafia kingship. He wanted to punish me. He wanted to break me. But somewhere in his quest to cause me pain… he began to fall and save me, even from my own father. Now, when loyalty calls upon me, I’m torn. Between the man who raised me… and the man who owns my heart.