LEILANI. I'm an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby. I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent. I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I've never been on my own until six months ago. When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I've never been on my own before. Six months later, I'm doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good. All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. The scariest man I've ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It's a look I don't understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine. Who is he? What does he want from me? ZERO HE IS DARKNESS.... I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain. You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don't care. I am a born killer and I'm called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don't see. Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn't be wrong. I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don't see any need why I have to lie here. I am a very bad man, don't go searching for good because it's not there. I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too. Don't mistake this for a confession because it is not. I'm not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won't accept it. I'm not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own. The first day I saw her, I just knew something. My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life. I must have her. I must make her mine.
ZERO.
"Please, don't kill me, please!" Greg pleaded, lying down there in the pull of his own blood.
I popped my gun and pointed it to his head. Mentally, I calculated the distance between the cold metal in my hand and his brain.
Should I shoot his medulla oblongata or his cerebellum?
"Please! Please! Why do you want to kill me, you motherfucker!? I am your boss!"
His forehead, I concluded.
"Not anymore." I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splutter everywhere, most part of it took up a residence on the wall.
I turned and started out, walking straight to the door.
"So, what now?" Morris asked following up behind me.
"Now, you clean up. I won't be coming in today. Tell the boss I'll be in tomorrow morning. He can call if there's an emergency."
"You going to the house?"
"No."
"You going to fuck some pussy?" I heard the amusement in his voice.
"Fuck you, Morris."
His laughter trailed behind me as I got to my car and entered it. I faced the cheeky bastard, "Clean up here, keep your eyes open. Call me if there's anything."
"You're holding out on me, Zero. Have a heart, man and invite this cock."
I drove off, having one destination on mind.
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I packed in my usual spot beneath a broken streetlight. I car passed, blocking my view and I waited it out, until finally, the stupid car sped up.
Her flower shop came into view. LANI'S BEST WISHES is the name of her flower shop.
The glow from the windows reflected on the wet, black pavement. The flowers in the window promised romance to anyone who ventured inside to buy them.
Then, she came into view.
Leilani Daniel...Lani, for short.
She stood behind her counter, her dark hair curling around her shoulders as she fussed with a ribbon on a vase of pink and yellow roses.
She cocked her head to the side and stepped back to study her handiwork. Not satisfied, she pulled the bow free and cut along the lengths of satiny ribbon.
Then she ran her scissors down the strips. They snapped back, the tendrils curling against each other until they looked like a wild white bloom.
Her fingers worked with delicate precision, each movement focused on creating beauty from nothing.
When she surveyed her work again, her lips stretched into that beautiful smile that always leave me fucking entranced.
I've seen smiles before, all fucking kinds. But I've never seen one as beautiful as hers.
There is this blatant innocent that clings to her so strong, it might as well be written in bold letters and engraved on her forehead.
The first time I saw her down the streets, I was driving away after doing a job to see her buying things from a store. I was fascinated.
I've never been fascinated in a long damn time.
Every damn man in this fucking town has an interest in her. Even damn man must stare whenever she passes, and why won't they?
She is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of bitches.
Beauty, and that fucking innocence she radiates at the slightest gesture, makes her so....... I drew a blank, not finding the damn adjective I was searching for.
Never been good with words. Just give me a gun or any torture device and I'll show you how I invented the word "Pro".
I'm not a good man or anything of that sort. No, I'm the worst kind of bad, and I fucking want that woman in the flower shop.
Staring at the beauty, I want to fucking own her. I want to dirty her up.
I want to lay her flat on her back and fuck her raw and hard until she is raw from it. I want to pump her full with my cum and watch it drip down her leg as she stands on shaky heads, that angelic face of hers glazed with desire or pain. Anyone.
I fucking love pleasure. But I feed off pain. Shove the both together and it's called heaven.
That light that clings to her almost like that innocence wrapped around her is beckoning to me.
It's as if her light is fucking drawing my darkness.
I catalogued every move she made, from the way she pulled her hair over one shoulder to the slight jut of her hips when she favored her left foot.
My need to possess her thrummed along with the steady beat of my heart, but I counseled patience.
I have been watching her for the past two months but time couldn't stop my growing obsession.
I wanted to devour her. I want to eat her whole, and snuff out her innocence and light until she has become one with me. One with the darkness inside me.
And I will do that.
I will get her, but not now.
Soon.
I started my car and drove away.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
She came in through the window like an angel of the night, so incredibly beautifulââher eyes bright with pure hatred, and her dagger pointing straight at him. Kracus asked, "Who are you? Who sent you!?" Ever so calmly, she responded, "I'm the last face you'll ever see. Tonight, I'll take your life in the most graphic way you could ever imagine." Then, she threw the dagger straight at him. ****************************** Tessera Rinderson is popularly known as 'The Torturer' in the underworld, due to her unmatched skill in inflicting unimaginable pain and torture to her quarries. Just her name alone strikes fear into the hearts of the most merciless crime lords, for all her targets end up dead-some in methods more gruesome, more graphic than one could fathom. She answers to no one, serves no master-a woman with a heart carved out of stone. Humor eludes her; she never learned how to smile. Some argue she possesses no soul; her brown eyes, cold and devoid of life. She marked a new prey, and his name is Kracusian Kingston. A multimillionaire who commands a chain of hotels, and for personal reasons, he has become a special target for her. She harbors an intense hatred towards him to the extent that her entire existence revolves around the day she can finally bring an end to his life. And that day finally came. However, when she goes after him, she is bound to discover that things aren't as they seem with the devilishly handsome multimillionaire. Not only does it seam like everything she'd thought she knew was wrong, but the man tempted her in ways she'd never been tempted before... . . Author's note; If you're looking for a book featuring a villainous kickass heroine-who doesn't know the word 'love' prior to meeting the hero, a quest for revenge packed with action scenes, a well-told love story and highly explicit, vividly described and well detailed steamy(xxx) scenes, then this book is for you. If not...well, feel free to check out the free chapters. Who knows? It might just draw you in-even if it's not your usual read, haha!
"You promised me your virginity and your body. I was foolish to pass on the first, but like a debt collector, I am here to take the latter which belongs to me. Your body is mine, Rosianna." A loved one who became a stranger and a heart filled with secrets... "Oh, Rosy," Santos whispered, his voice sending shivers down her heated body. "Do you remember?" "What?" she asked, even though she feared that she already knew what he was asking. He leaned closer to her ear. "That night six years ago? Right here, in this house, in this room...you begged me to take your body" Her eyes closed at the pain of the memory. "Let me go, Santos. I don't want you anymore." she lied. Pressing his body against hers, his hand slid underneath the towel and caressed her there. She leaned into him and moaned throatily. He nibbled at her ear, and whispered, "That's not what your body is saying, darling."
WARNING! This book contains strong matured contents which includes sex(lots of it), trauma, abuse, abuse of a minor e.t.c. Read at your risk. . . . "Do you know what smells better than fear?" His voice was a replica of the male. Deep, dark, and dangerous. "What...?" She squeaked, terrified. He was standing so close to her... "LĂčst. Desire." He spat the words like they tasted bad, his eyes cold, his face inscrutable. "The scent of your wetness is driving me insane. I can practically taste your hunger for my cĂłck." Then, he shocked them bothâhell, even the poor equipment in her bathroom. With a savage growl, his head lowered completely and his mouth crashed down to hers. . . ********************* There are rumors... Whispers around in secret. Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah. The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'. Rumors has it that his powers and strength not only surpass that of all 'men' but there's are nothing compared to his. Powerful. Fearless. Highly SĂ©xual. Instinctive. Dominant. Predators. He is their Alpha. Most species has an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha. The Alpha King. They think him God. He is respected like one. He is feared like one. They call him God. Because, he is a crossbreed between the two most powerful creatures. He has the strength of a mountain lion and the power of a werewolf. He can take the form of a mountain lion or a werewolf. Or a man. Why? Because, he is a werewolf AND a mountain lion. His name is Wolfariane Daminor Throne. The Alpha King of Naturiah. . . . .
Raniella Gomez is a successful career woman with a no-nonsense, uptight personality who has no interest whatsoever in dating or marriage. With her dog, always at home to greet her after a long day, she is perfectly fine with her life. But her mother doesn't think so. Always disturbing her and matchmaking her with 'eligible' men. So, Raniella invented a fictional man she tells her family she's in a serious relationship with, and because of this, her mother stays off her back. All is well. Until, her younger sister announced her wedding to the family and expects her lovely sister to; attend dinner at their family house with her 'man', spend the weekend in their home with her 'man' and attend her wedding with her 'man'. Raniella is in a crossword now. Her mother is very excited too. There's no man, but she can't come out with that, knowing her family very well. How does she get out of this one? Where will she get a man she's in a serious relationship with when the man doesn't even exist? What will she do? Then, Yenna came up with what she thought was the perfect solution for her uptight best friend slash employer, going straight behind her back because she knows Raniella Gomez will never agree with her plan!
Twenty-year-old Jasamina Rutherford was forced by her parents to marry a politician who's so much years older than she is, because they wanted money and social influence. Ludale McCully is a beast in human form and a psycho. He abused her a lot. But, when she gave birth to her baby and he beat her so badly, Jasamina damned all the consequences and ran away with her new born baby. Out on the cold streets; bruised and battered, no food, money or supplies, and with a baby hidden inside her coat, she was at the end of her rope when she ran into him. ***** Tanner Dantes lost his family in the most brutal way a person would loose a lost one. It was so traumatizing and horrifying that he took to the streets. He drank himself to stupor, just to keep the memories at bay. Sober is not an option, because sober means remembering. Then, a woman ran into him one cold dark night. She was so bruised, there was no part of her body that wasnât âoccupied' with either a fresh or an old wound/bruise/scar. And, she has a baby strapped so protectively inside her clothes. She fainted into his arms. A woman on the run from her powerful psychotic husband and a man who'll drink himself to death than to go sober and let reality in. What's going to happen in here? A lot is gonna happen! So, why don't you go on this mind-blowing ride with me!?
To exact revenge on her treacherous fiancĂ©, Yvonne enticed Clayton into a liaison that promised advantages for both. Yet, when Yvonne spotted a woman resembling her at Claytonâs side, she recognized she was nothing more than a substitute. Discovering Claytonâs upcoming wedding, she departed with a generous severance sum. âClayton, this is truly the end,â she declared resolutely. On the very day Yvonne was set to marry someone else, Clayton showed up, desperation clear in his eyes as he dropped to his knees. âYvonne, please, donât go through with it. Donât marry him.â
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."