Writings On The Wall Lyrics Novels & Stories

“I prefer to be in the arms of other men who would treat me right than be with you anymore” she breathed out. “How dare you” he yelled at her face while she stood her ground to him. “What are you...” Before she could finish her sentence, he pinned her to the wall and kissed her fiercely. He wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her back pinned to the wall as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away from the kiss slowly kissing her neck in turn as his hand slid into her panties. His fingers fondled with her wet folds giving her shimmers of pleasure she had never felt. *** Elaine, a beautiful young lady who had everything just found out that she had cancer and had about a year to live. Shattered by the news, she hid it from her family that maltreated her only for them to realize the truth and cuss her out breaking her heart.In a bid to enjoy her life to the fullest, she had a one night stand with a man but to her greatest surprise, it turned out to be her husband.

“You belong to me now and you going to be my surrogate,” The air shifted. His hand slid from the wall to my throat, not choking, just holding, just reminding me who had all the power. My pulse leapt against his palm, betraying me. His thumb stroked lazily along the hollow of my neck, and I hated the way my body leaned into it, hungry for more.

Feeling overwhelmed by loneliness, I installed a one-way mirror in the bedroom of the apartment next door, which I specifically rent out to muscular men. One day, through the mirror on the wall, I watched my tenant with his girlfriend, caught up in their fiery passion. I couldn't help but be drawn to his strong physique and impressive size. One day, I pulled him into a small, dimly lit cubicle with me...

The sole heiress of a wealthy family, Amanita Wallace, had seven prospective husbands, taken in from childhood to potentially wed her one day. All of them fulfilled her every wish, except Marcus Channing, who was cold and mean to her. Due to this, Amanita fell for him and even became his lapdog. Then, one day, she saw him pin his supposed sister against the wall and confess his feelings to her.

When struggling waitress Amy gets the chance to attend a high-society gala, she catches the eye of billionaire CEO Viktor, known as the ruthless "King of Wall Street." To her surprise he claims they must marry for the good of his country, turning her life upside down. Defiant yet intensely attracted to the powerful alpha, she must decide if she can move past their two different worlds to trust what they might have together.

"You are nothing but a selfish and ruthless man, Adriano. I hate you, you despise me. A betrayer like you always remains a betrayer." Mia yelled at the man standing before her. Adriano chuckled, a dark expression appeared on his face. He stormed towards her and pinned her against the wall, "You are mine and no one else." "You Are Mine, Mia Marcello. Date all the men you want, their dead bodies will keep piling up then."

“I am married, Mateo, you need..” He grabbed my hair aggressively and claimed my lips. “I don't care.. I still want you. You are mine!” He pinned me against the wall and grabbed my ass. “Mateo, we are in my matrimonial home..” “Fuck that” Astrid, a 30-year-old woman, and Mateo, a 22-year-old dude, got into a secret and dangerous love affair, but is it genuine from both sides and how long can they keep it a secret???

******** This book is strictly for mature audience. ********* I wish I could name this. But I can't. He is cruelly handsome, amazingly rich and undoubtedly a drug. He came into my life uninvited,forced himself into me physically and mentally. He broke every wall I built around my bruised soul. He brought the light I never asked for. Now the walls are down and love took a stroll, he left me shattered, crumbled and broken beyond repair.

My boss was my online boyfriend. But he didn't know that. He kept asking to meet in person. Gee. If we met, I might become a wall decoration the next day. Hence, I made a quick decision to break up with him. He got upset, and the whole company ended up working overtime. Hmm, how should I put this? For the sake of my mental and physical health, maybe getting back together with him wouldn't be such a bad idea.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."