Manhandling

“Shut up!” He roared, as he tore my slave garment from my body in less than a second, leaving my body bare, except for my bra and panties. “Oh my…” He muttered devilishly with lust filled eyes, as he roughly grabbed the right cup of my bra, manhandling it as if to get a pre-feel of how the main softness will feel like. I had given up already, tired of writhing on the floor, tired of trying to wiggle out of his hold, and tired of pleading. What was the use? My legs were already held hostage in the confines of his own limbs, my throat was now sore, and all my plea fell on deaf ears. I shut my eyes tightly, already welcoming my cursed fate, when suddenly the door burst ajar. Who could that be? A savior or another foe? I opened up my eyes, already glazy with tears, and peered at the visitor. He was a man. A beautiful man. A beautiful, angry man. I couldn’t tell distinctively his facial features because of my tear clothed eyes, but even as I laid as dead underneath my assailant, I could feel his rage rolling over him like waves. “Who dares to interrupt my pleasure time? My assailant asked, about to turn his head way back to see who had been standing by the door, when suddenly, in a twinkle of an eye, his head went off flying from his neck, to the ground idly. And so, I screamed; especially as I felt his blood splatter all over my chest and face. But in my screaming and shocked state, I was still able to hear the first words of the man since he had stepped into the room. “How dare you to touch my mate?” He roared. ***** Olivera, the only wolfless girl in the Red Moon’s Pack was captured alongside her best friend by the deadliest pack in the entire region. While performing her slave duties for the new pack, she was almost raped by her taskmaster, but for the intervention of Raul, the Alpha of the pack, who is reckoned for his infamous curse, ruthlessness and womanizing traits. Journey along with Olivera, and see how a shy, seizure plagued wolfless girl tamed the big bad alpha, especially when it was discovered that she was a hybrid, the chosen world who would restore peace between the two supernatural realms at war.

'Nazi Germany' the two words were enough to bring back all the things happened in the past. The attacks, the kills, a weeping mother near her sons body and the husband who lost his love of the life to the commander under soviet. What happens when the darkened past gets a light of the girl who never knew the word 'Hate'. what happens when the commander himself falls in love with the light and they had to go against the system?, is it going to succeed or the love is going to die?. 'The love between us is sinful yes, but i would be ready to give my life if it is for you' said Elias Schneider who was the commander, to his beloved Abriana Albertini who was the slave brought back from Italy to the camp where she was starved, beaten, and was manhandled but she survived. She wanted to live for a reason and the reason she had was love. Let's walk the path of thorns with the love we have. May be the path will look quite easier with you. may be we die but what a great thing it will be if we die in each others arms.

Following his di—instincts, David finds himself in a weird situation; the next thing he knows, he's in a different world, dying, and manhandled by a big-ass alien. When the Source comes to his aid, granting him the access that—like every other sapient—he's due, David barely manages to get out of the fight with his life intact, but is that enough? Of course it isn't. The very Source giving him powers is also poisoning him to death. Oh, there she is, the petite female alien. Will that be enough to save him? Of course it won't. If he wants to be saved, he has first to save himself. The only way to do so is by getting to know the world around him, but even before that... Why the bloody hell did I have to be called Deviant!? *** This web novel is also available on other platforms. https://www.patreon.com/anthonyszide

"And stop freaking manhandling me everytime. You've no right to touch me." I pushed him with all my force and he stumbled back a few steps. He stood there looking down at his shoes with an evil smirk. Knowing his reactions so very well over the years, I should've been ready for what was coming next. "A bully, you say?" Rishabh pinned me down with his raspy voice, dangerously lowered down an octave. I was truly a wimp to shudder at that but I did do it internally, not showing it outright. There was just something about the gaze that had always intimidated me. But I would bury myself before exposing a tad of that effect in front of him. "If I am a bully, then what does that make you, Sanvi?" I gulped in fear and immediately shut my eyes as he pulled my face extremely close to his, such that the tips of noses brushed against each other. "An extremely peculiar masochist who liked kissing her bully?" My eyes shot open. ************* When all that mattered to Sanvi Dixit,-the competitive nerd of St. Louis- is to pass high school with glorious results without getting noticed amidst the school population like all the previous twelve years that she has successfully managed to keep herself cocooned,- Rishabh Singh Rathore, the popular all-rounder brat just won't let her have her way. What will happen when they have to lose their individual first kisses to each other by accident when they can't even stand each other's presence? Sparks will fly; hearts will break; jealousy will sprout; pasts will unravel. And you never know when LOVE knocks the door!