Not long after they moved in together, Eva's black-outs got so bad that her relationship with Seven became strained-as his thoughts started drifting back to his ex Faye, who was all but a ghost to him now. So when she insisted that he take her to French's Forest, to visit with his reclusive family for the first time, the horror of introducing her to his strange fanged kin was only secondary in concern, next to his mounting fear that Faye would grow dangerously jealous of Eva-and try to take back what She felt was rightfully Hers.
"Eva ..." Seven said softly, nudging his new love nervously-wishing she would wake. She had been slipping in and out for an hour now―curled up against him.
He brushed some stray red tresses back from her slumber-some face―exposing her neck, which he now gently kissed-hoping to gently rouse her.
He did not want to disturb her, but he could not resist it. He gently bit her. She moaned under the shallows of sleep-smacking her black lips, nostrils flaring.
It always made him edgy whenever she nodded off, for he knew how Faye would start cutting in at the shadows.
Even in the most serene hours that Eva ever slept―he had watched for his ex Faye to make Her next entrance-and so his life had slowly become unlivable.
Being so constantly at attention-forever unsure when She would come again-he had already spent too many a quiet sleepless morning in solemn prayer.
Likewise, watching over Eva in deep meditation, every dark and stormy night-he would hope against all odds, that Faye would never again return into his life.
This was his last chance at love.
He had eventually theorized that the reason Faye mainly materialized while Eva was undone from wakefulness, was because it was at those times that his subconscious was more easily swayed over Her way-allowing Her to thus more accurately sense his presence, wherever he was at―even as far beyond the reaches of French's Forest as New London.
'Come back to Me, Seven, ' She would beckon to him. 'Come back to the woods where you've always belonged. Look inside the dark recesses of your heart-and you will find I have always been waiting there, still caged by these crooked trees that you once called home.'
Plus, to make matters worse, Eva often suffered from fainting spells-due to an old childhood concussion-during which times Faye's appearances increased.
Eva even knew when a spell was coming on, for her mind would cloud over in what she called her 'black thoughts'―and nothing blocked them.
Her eyes would roll back-leaving him scrambling for her smelling salts-looking over his shoulders in every direction for Faye to suddenly materialize.
So far Eva had always recovered from every episodes with a braver determination―but there ever remained this underlying tension between them―forever braced for anything, in anticipation of pending future occurences.
Everything had really started getting worse once they began living together.
Due to different work schedules, Eva had taken to falling asleep before Seven.
For a few months everything was uneventful-but then one dreadful midnight, to his heart-sinking horror he heard a small scratching at the window.
He snuck across the room to peek outside-but there was nothing there.
Cranking the pane open, he leaned out to take in the cool damp night air.
There was a stillness about the city that soon left him most darkly disquieted.
A train whistled in the distance like woodwinds heralding a calm before dawn.
Crawling back under covers―he lay awake listening to the random urban soundscape-and just like he did every night, he thanked his lucky stars that French's Forest was many miles away.
He slowly closed his eyes―and his mind's eye rolled over the city's towered skyline―observing the myriad denizens of the streets far down below beneath him.
No matter how dangerous the alleys of New London ever were, the woods of his youth were what truly always haunted his days, what reminded him of real fear.
Everyday thugs and thieves left him most immensely reassured in contrast to the memory of the terror that was Faye.
Growing up in French's Forest had steeled him for the big city streets in ways only he would ever now truly understand.
The haunting sounds of an eerie breeze―and the traumatic memories of ghoulish, supernatural encounters-were enough to numb him to the worst kind of scum New London could ever conjure up.
The truth was in contrast to French's Forest this town seemed so very tame.
Now just then he began to sense a growing malevolence at the gates to his mind-which worried him to no good end.
He tried to shut out the feelings by closing his eye-lids―but there came to him an awareness of a third presence in the room. After he could deny it no longer, he opened his eyes once more―and gasped to see Faye's silver body slithering upside-down across the ceiling toward him-hissing as She did-insidiously menacing in Her deliberate approach, silently stalking Her prey.
Her long black hair hung down hiding Her horns-exposing Her wickedly pointed ears. Her green eyes glowered and glowed down at him. Her silver skin sometimes seemed silken as tissue-sometimes molten as lava. She took on many forms-but always cast a formidable terror into any who looked upon Her.
He tried to scream for help, but nothing sounded-and Eva remained fast asleep, apparently deeply undisturbed.
He tried to move, but he found himself paralyzed-and Faye hovered down on to him now-with a dark, mischievous intent emblazoned upon Her face in a malevolent expression of rage.
As She descended-he could not protest-and She took his carnal body that night, for hours on end, grinning evilly throughout-with Eva curled up quietly next to him, wholly clueless to the dark trespass and ongoing transgression.
From that day forward he felt hollow in spirit, in the hellish after-thoughts that he had irreversibly spoiled his love with Eva by letting Faye get through his guard, to have him Her way against his wishes.
He had been used and toyed with like an animal to Her cunning eyes and seductress smile. His will was suspended for just one night, long enough to ruin the rest of his life, long enough to lose it all.
But he knew it would serve nothing to tell Eva now, for that would be a selfish act, just to make himself feel better, when it was Faye who was to blame not Eva. Evan did not deserve to be punished for Faye's fallen ways. He would be brave.
Now at least, he hoped that by bringing Eva back to the Forest, he could redeem himself, by proving his feelings for her-and finding some inner peace again.
He would introduce her to his family-and if nothing else-for once and for all-Faye would know who he truly cherished-and with whom he was truly finished.
Faye would grow terribly jealous, he knew in his heart, and possibly try to intervene-but he had no choice, he had to show Eva how he truly genuinely felt.
In the future, Eterniti became the New Afterlife--leading Humanity astray from its natural mortal designs. Time Travel and Immortality led to dead ends for the Spirit in Man--preventing both ascension to Heaven and judgment in Hell--leaving only endless hollow service to the self--turning existence into a meaningless exercise in all things carnal.
Kyle Kane loved his job in security. He had a good girl and regularity. But then one day he was laid off and it all began to unravel. His relationships frayed, his health deteriorated--and he began to sink into a desperate depression.So he determined to put an end to everything, by killing himself with the very gun he had used to protect people for twelve years. But what he did not expect, was for Fate to intervene--under the attentive care of an old Grey wizard named Om, who had for centuries practiced in giving suicides second chances.Om granted him a three day stay between worlds--leaving him with one foot in Hell--and one still here on Earth. He allowed him Three Keyes--three clues to redemption--in how to win his Karma back and learn the lesson in his failure to find hope--to cling to mortality just a while longer and reclaim his life.So Kyle was sent on a breakneck speed Spiritual Quest to wrest his life back, save his girl--and help unite the Squatch and Human races to fend off a double assault of subterranean and alien invasions, as the Tenth Dark Sun Planet Nibiru made it's final approach, rocking the electro-magnetosphere of Earth, pushing the poles ever closer to a new shift, tearing down the veils between worlds, collapsing all dimensions, sending up tsunamis, erupting ancient volcanoes--striking quakes over continents--throwing down molten fire rain--and causing climactic chaos across the far shores of the planet.The new Human-Squatch alliance would be tried in every way, tested to their ultimate strengths, in order to repel and eradicate the Annunaki Snakes, Evil Elder Greys--and traitorous Men in Black.But along the way Kyle learned his true enemy was Om, the Mastermind behind his twisted Fate--and the one man who could take the Soulfyr back--the power that now allowed him to stay alive for Heather.So as the Great Lizard War ensued, Kyle and a band of unsung heroes sought to end the reign of Om over his split-soul Wynderelves--and so return to those tortured spirits the one thing they were missing: control over their own Fates--and whether they chose to live or die.
When Gavin Callow moved to New London to take care of his grandson Devin Drake, after the boy’s folk perished in a fated plane crash one Halloween Eve--he never would have guessed where his growing suspicions would lead him--and what his secret black arts would soon unleash. He would spend the rest of his days hunting down the monsters of his own conjuring--in a desperate effort to redeem his soul before the end times were over. Meanwhile, the Devilbilly Motherships began arriving--and all of Earth faced a long, dark reckoning. So the first wave of the Ichen Invasion began ...
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
At the office, Samantha is mouthy AF and hellbent on testing my patience. So you can imagine my surprise when my new personal assistant walks into my club with a very specific fantasy. When the man Samantha's paired with doesn't stick to the rules, I step in to take his place. Wearing a mask protects my identity, and soon the little wildcat from the office is telling me all her darkest secrets and fantasies. During the day, she gives me hell, but at night, she becomes my wounded kitten. I know I'm playing a dangerous game. She doesn't know I'm one of the heads of the Cosa Nostra. She doesn't know her boss and her nightly visitor is the same person. With my enemy on the attack and her past coming to haunt her, our secrets come out in the most explosive way possible, threatening to rip Samantha away from me. But my wildcat has another thing coming if she thinks I'll ever let go.
"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?"
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.