Usually, people have a lot of fantasies about meeting the first love of their life again in the future. Maybe a bump on the sidewalk, a spill of coffee on clothes, or even meeting in the elevator. No one ever sees their first love again, by trying to murder the sister! Yup, Emily was always unlucky, right from child hood, from never catching the eye of her best friend/ first love, to him moving away, to her dad dying and also being raped on the same day. She thought that life couldn't suck any more than this. Until she is forced to be something she isn't, a killer a murderer, all because her daughter's life is on the line. But when she is tasked to kill the first man she ever loves... things may just get worse for Emily, and her chance at happiness.
Emily stood in front of the Don's office door as she violently battled with the gum in her mouth. She knew exactly why he had called for her. It was about those bastards she sent straight to hell last night, Satan must have given them a nice welcoming party.
Ugh! They deserved it, they had disturbed her fun last night and she had to teach them a lesson.
Okay, I don't need to think of this too much,let me just enter. She said to herself as she adjusted her clothes.
She was putting on a black leather jacket, a black jean pants which made her ass look even more round than it was and a pair of black combat boots.
In the back pocket of her jeans pants was her pistol, which had been specifically designed for her and a set of well designed and sharpened knives and another pair of knives in her boots.
There is a reason she was called the black cobra and that's because she always prepared for any fight that may come anytime.
She walked into the office, smirking at him as she continued to chew on the gum.
"You called." she said as she sat down on the chair in front of his table and placed her legs on the table.
"It's good to see you too Emily." She could hear the anger in his voice and it was a pleasure to her ears. God she loved how angry she always made him feel each time.
"Well, I want to say it's good to see you too but you know it's impossible" She smirked at him then brought out one of the knives in her boots and reached across his table to take his face towel and started cleaning the knife.
His face soon paled, then he frowned.
"Do you know the amount of trouble you caused with the police when you killed those guys at the club last night?" He growled clenching his fist that was placed on the table.
"See, they deserved it okay. I was having the fun of my life with this hot and cute guy but they decided to spoil my fun." She replied emotionless, then decided to throw in a fake pout. She knew exactly what he was going to say next and she wasn't even ready for lectures.
"Emily, this is getting too much. You kill people like you are killing an insect" He said with a fake concerned look on his face.
Bastard! She cursed inwardly. The hatred she had for this man sitting across this huge office table was really indefinite.
"Ugh fuck!" She said under her breath as she rolled her eyes.
Not again. How many times will I tell him to stop faking being concerned about me?
"Whatever!" she shrugged, putting her knife back where it came from.
"Well, I have a job for you. The mission is to wipe out the family of Eddy Norman. The king of the American mafia" he said, looking serious.
"Is that all? When do I start this mission?" She asked, getting excited that she was going to kill soon.
He could obviously tell because he sighed loudly.
"Don't kill unless necessary. This is the American Mafia we are talking about, I'm sure you have heard news about them. Just keep it in mind that any little mistake, you will practically be food to the ground in the next second." He warned loudly.
"Get to the point. When can I leave?" She ignored his warning, she wasn't in for his little pep talks.
"As soon as possible. You will be going to the United States of America tomorrow" he replied with a raised eyebrow.
"I don't want a dirty job." He repeated his earlier warning.
"I want a very clean job with no traces. Jordan and nine other guys will be accompanying you. You have to do all it takes for this job. If not, consider her dead" he said as his lip curled up to a smirk.
She wished she could punch that smirk off his face. "Okay, I understand" she spat getting angry at herself for letting him get to her again.
She immediately stood up and walked out of the office. Not waiting for him to dismiss her.
"Eddy Norman." Why does that name sound so familiar?
The name seemed to give her a particular feeling she couldn't place her hands on, a feeling she doesn't like at all.
The familiar name kept ringing in her ears as she strolled down the stairs. She could swear she had heard the name somewhere before.
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A man slowly walked away from where he was hiding as he watched Emily stroll down the long corridor of the mansion straight to his room.
He immediately entered the room which was at the far end of the corridor, he immediately looked at his environment to make sure nobody was following or trying to eavesdrop.
When he was certain he was the only one around, he quickly entered the room making sure to lock the door behind him.
He immediately removed his phone from the pocket of his black pants then dialed a number which wasn't registered on his phone then quickly placed the phone which seemed the call was answered on the first ring.
" She has been informed about the mission. The name seems to ring a bell to her but I don't think she remembers." he said into the phone.
"That's good, everything is ready now you know the plan." the unknown receiver replied.
" Yes boss, I won't disappoint you." He replied immediately.
"Number 24 don't ever let your guards down, you know Emily is a very smart girl. She could easily catch on with our plans if we made any mistake." the receiver said.
" I understand,I will be extra careful." He assured and immediately the call got dropped then he put back his phone into his pocket before a scary grin appeared on his face.
Oh little Emily does not know what's coming for her!
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."
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"