Victoria Abraham came back alive from the death her cheater husband had planned and executed at her. And now, dumping her sweet and innocent image from the public because she was so ready to strike the darkest and bloodiest revenge at him for the entire world to see and witness.
I am literally staring at the ground where I am sitting upon like it will really give me answers to the questions I have in my head right now. What the hell is happening?
Why on earth did I just came out from a pile of moist mud while my lower body is still covered in it? From what I can picture, someone must have buried me here but failed to notice that I was actually still alive. That was why my subconscious woke me up and here I am now.
I stared at my dirty hands, up to my arms and my upper body. I noticed I am wearing a now dirty white blouse. I didn't know how did I identified it as white when it fact, it was almost colored brown due to the moist mud covered in it.
After a few seconds, I looked up at my surroundings. That was when I realized I am in the middle of a deserted forest, or so I think. I looked up above and also noticed the dark sky where there are no even single traces of stars and even the moon that will give me glimpse of light there.
My forehead creased, if it was so dark in there, how the hell I can see everything around me? So clearly and vividly?
I also tried to remember who I am. But, when I realized I don't even know my own name, my shoulders dropped. Someone tried to bury me here, meaning someone tried to murder me, and now, I can't even remember who the hell I am? How lucky can I get, ehh?
I tried to get up and to my surprise, I quite have an unimaginable strength to pull myself up. That was weird. Isn't it just reasonable enough for me to feel weak when I just have woken up and stood up from my own burial?
That was when I finally noticed that I was actually wearing a dress and not a blouse like my first guess a while ago. But, my forehead creased again when I noticed some large dark red spots on my crotch area, that looks like dried stains of. . blood?
"Ohh my god. ." For the first time since a while ago, I whispered something like that, even though my voice kind of sounded hoarse and rough.
What. . what is this red spots? My hands trembled furiously and my tears started to flow endlessly even though I can't really recall what is the real reason behind those dark red spots of blood in my dress.
It was like, even though I can't recall it, but my heart does. Because my heart is freaking aching right now. It was hurting like crazy. It felt so heavy and I'm feeling so down right now.
What in the world really happened to me? I really wanna know the answers but how? And where? And to whom I should ask? What if my killers were just right around the corner and if they happen to see me, will they kill me again?
Maybe. . just maybe, I should find someone to help me. Someone that was not affiliated to my perpetrators. But, where can I find someone? Or, some people in these deserted area?
My chain of thoughts was cut short when I heard something far away from me very clearly. My eyes squinted in the dark when I tried to roamed my gaze around again and I was suddenly amazed when I spotted a large boar that was just ten feet away from me, hiding in a bush and just staring at me, surely preparing for an attack. Like it actually think that I will be its dinner for tonight.
How the hell can I see and hear that wild animal's quiet roaring sound when it was that far away from me? Is this some kind of a side effect when I miraculously came back to life after someone has murdered me?
A whole minute passed, I waited for the large boar to came running to me. And, when it finally did, I actually thought I would run away from it, screaming and begging for my life but my feet didn't cooperated. I stood there rooted right in my spot where I am still standing and waited for it to come near me with my eyes wide opened but with a face that lacks emotions.
The moment the large boar plunged right in front of me, I unconsciously raised my left arm and grabbed the boar's neck in the right timing and in the right spot it cried so loudly for what I did.
My mouth dropped open when I realized my left arm got some supernatural strength to keep holding the large boar's whole weight up in the air for like some seconds now. I got so scared at that so I tried to throw the large boar away from me and it flew really far away from me. Much farther from where I spotted it hiding a while ago.
"The hell. ." I whispered again and looked at my left hand. Really, the hell? How did I managed to do that? I closed my eyes and tried to breathe in some fresh air. I tried to think rationally but nothing is really making sense right now.
Seconds later, I found myself aimlessly walking in the middle of the dark. Without any direction and without any plan. I can hear the cracking sound of fallen leaves in the ground as I step on them and I can also feel sharp edges of stones cutting through the sole of my feet but I just can't feel anything like pain or what right now.
And, when I think I will still found nothing after maybe an hour of walking like a zombie, an abandoned looking warehouse appeared miles away from me. My eyes lit up for some hope, even though it's not really shown upon on my face.
I walked slowly but with a determination now to ask for help to someone who is maybe out there inside the abandoned warehouse. And, when I reached the large two front doors, I slowly opened it only to find nothing inside. Just darkness prevailing the whole place.
"Who are you?" I was taken aback by a deep voice behind me. I looked back and saw a tall scary looking man complete with a weird mustache on his face. When my eyes dropped on the shovel he was holding right at that moment, I suddenly know now that he was the one who buried me from where I came from a while ago.
I also got to confirmed my suspicion when his eyes grew bigger as he looked down at me. Because come on, not even a single soul is wandering around in that deserted forest, so how will I not suspect this tall scary looking man in front of me as my murderer? Or, one of my. . murderers, I think?
As he took a step back away from me and accidentally dropped the shovel on the ground, he hit something or someone behind him with his back.
"Ouch, Dante. What are you doing walking back like that? You idiot." I heard the voice from behind the tall scary looking man, Dante, said.
I just stared at Dante who is still in shocked upon seeing me, while his comrade in burying me in that burial pit, finally saw me when he moved beside Dante. I almost twisted my lips when I noticed the same freaking reaction his ugly face gave out upon seeing me alive, too.
"The fuck!" Dante's comrade shouted and his face suddenly contorted with so much rage. I just remained standing when he got the shovel in the ground and tried to smash it in my head but unfortunately for him, I caught it using my right hand.
With a boiling anger deep inside me while he tries to free the shovel from my hand but can't, I looked at him with a bone chilling stare.
Savana Martinez tried killing herself one awful night. But, an odd looking creature complete with a long black robe appeared right in front of her. At first, she thought it was the known, 'Grim Reaper', fetching her already to come to the 'afterlife', but she was definitely wrong. The odd looking creature was actually his guardian angel who's always ready to save her and sacrifice himself for her. And, because of that, Savana didn't have the slightest idea that her life would changed after meeting him for the first time like that.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
A twist of fate bound Allison to Derek in marriage-she, a powerful heiress with countless hidden identities; he, the city's most admired man, now lying silent in a coma. For three years, Allison used her unmatched medical skills to heal him, all while quietly falling in love. But when Derek's long-lost love returned from abroad, he handed Allison divorce papers without a second thought. Resolved to stop chasing shadows, Allison signed the papers and turned her back on love-rising to fame as a dazzling force in business, medicine, and more. Only when she stood high above the world did Derek finally see her worth. He knelt before her, eyes brimming with regret. "Will you take me back?" he whispered.