The One Who Shall Grip Novels & Stories

Familiar in a way that makes my stomach twist with want and guilt and desperate love. The need is so sharp it steals my breath. Raising my arms to meet his embrace, every muscle in my body yearning toward him like a flower toward sun, I lean in— A large hand clasps down with an audible thump on his shoulder, the sound echoing across the courtyard like a judge's gavel. The grip is firm, possessive, tugging him back with casual authority.

“So fuck off.” Rough hands grab my shoulders, wrists, and suddenly I’m being pulled. My hurt wrist screams with pain. My feet dig into the tile but the two guys are too strong for me. With a yank, I’m jolted forward and only avoid falling on my face thanks to their death grip on my arms.

Surrounded by the crowd's excitement, Xander blushed and reluctantly bit down on one end of the cookie. The butter cookie was so fragile that it quickly teetered on the verge of breaking. To keep it from falling, Xander and Natasha had no choice but to inch closer. The crowd grew louder, chanting, "Kiss! Kiss!" Finally, their lips brushed against each other. With a sharp crack, the cookie shattered and fell to the floor. Xander's earlobes quickly turned red, and he lowered his gaze, his lashes trembling. It was obvious he felt something for Natasha.

He stuttered. “You work for who?” I slammed my fist across the table, unable to contain my anger. “I can't tell you. They…they would…kill me.” He whimpered as his lips quivered. I smirked lightly and brought the knife closer to his throat. I pressed against it, not so deep, but enough force to cause blood to seep out. “I would kill you before they do. Tell me who they are and you will be spared.” “I can't.” I hissed in annoyance. One of the many things I hated was when someone wasted my time. I took the knife and in a second, the thumb on his right hand fell to the ground. He screamed in pain, struggling to free himself from the ropes.

he says. “I know,” I breathe. For one second, everything steadies. Then the figure tightens its grip. “Not yet,” it says. The pull hits again. Opposite direction. Harder than before. Mark’s grip tightens instantly. “No.” My arm strains between them. Pain shoots through my shoulder. “Mark,” I gasp. “I am not letting go,” he growls. The figure’s gaze sharpens. “You will,” it says. “Try me,” Mark snaps.

Before I could complete the step, his hand shot down, his long, strong fingers wrapping like an iron shackle around the back of my retreating calf, just below the knee. The sudden, inescapable grip immobilized me instantly, locking me perfectly in place against his body. The sheer, dominating sexual tension in that single, commanding gesture made the breath vanish from my lungs. "Where exactly do you think you're going?" he murmured against my ear, his breath hot, possessive, and incredibly dangerous.

Since when did my free soul become his pack property? Subconsciously, my muscles try to pull my wrist away from his tight grasp. However, his giant fingers only tighten their heavy grip on my hand, like his inner wolf is completely afraid my legs will run away into the forest from him.

No glances, no whispers either, only a clean arc and a hope that my hands remembered what to do. They did not! My grip slipped.

I struggle to get my hands free but he won’t budge. "Don't move your hands" he commands, leaving my hands upon the bed as his teeth find my nipple. He sucks on my left nipple as his fingers play with my right nipple. I move my hands to his hair but before I can get my fingers in his hair he holds them back down. "I SAID KEEP YOUR HANDS DOWN," He says, his voice husky as he holds my hands back down with his hands. A part of me loves how he is controlling. I giggle lightly.

Then who was this she was holding that wasn't her daughter, was she dreaming? She did a double check and looked down at the feet of the individual; it was very big, two times bigger than Katie's and she glanced up and then she shook herself off the individual, as she moved away, she looked at person, her heart went to her mouth. 'Oh God!' Then she shook herself hard. Pearl, what have you done? She frolicked with her fingers, wondering how she ended up holding...... She watched him smile at her, why was he smiling?