Every one has a past, what if hers is deeper than he could ever think. Cody Evans wanted to know it all, her scars and pain in her heart. He wants to heal her bleeding heart but can Natalia trust him and let go of the past. What if the past comes to bite her back harshly?
She gripped the black handle of the knife so hard that her knuckles were white. Talia didn't want to keep stabbing over and over again, sending blood splashing all around and over her, but she couldn't make herself stop.
Fear and anger sent her heart racing and a cold tickle down her spine as a gutteral, animal cry escaped her lips.
She didn't notice at first when the weapon fell from her numb fingers, the percussive sound of the blade hitting the floor echoing over the now silent scene.
Falling exhausted to the floor, Talia's eyes found those of the man she had just viciously stabbed to death and she shuddered, the horrific sight causing bile to rise in her throat and chasing away the high she had been on from the speed she had taken earlier in the day.
She closed her eyes and was instantly swamped with images of what little family she'd had. The memories suffocated her with their intensity and she knew she had to get out of here, get as far away as she could.
As the shock started to wear off, Talia's gaze slid around the room, stopping when she got to her mother's corpse, crumpled at the bottom of the stairs where the now dead assassin had left her. Weak and shaking, Talia crawled across the floor on all fours, huge, gulping sobs wracking her body.
" M . . . Mom?"
Tears streamed down her face as she reached the body. She reached out shaking hands and pulled her mother onto her lap, cradling her like she had cradled Talia so many times as a child. Talia sat there like that for a moment, crying uncontrollably. After what felt like an eternity she lay the corpse back on the floor, wiping a smear of blood from her mother's cheek.
"You w . . . will always be the best m . . . mom ever." Talia's voice choked with emotion as she reached over and closed her mom's eyes, planting a kiss on her forehead.
She dried her tears and took stock of the scene; there, by the kitchen door, lay Calla. Sweet, innocent Calla, who only hours earlier was full of life, her pudgy little toes shuffling over the floor as the music moved her boday and she danced, laughing when she stumbled and landed on her butt. Talia crawled over to Calla and lifted the baby into her arms, rocking her and stroking her hair as she hummed the song that had been playing for Calla's last dance.
In the distance, Talia could hear police sirens, so she kissed her baby sister and gently lay her down. Closing herself off to the overwhelming emotions rampaging inside her and focusing on what she had to do now, Talia slowly made her way to the front door, her black jeans clinging to her legs as she crawled.
She reached the door and used the handle to pull herself to her feet, a cry of agony escaping her; the blood soaking her white shirt wasn't only that of the man she had killed. After murdering her family he had attacked Talia with the knife, catching her with a slicing blow to her side. As they had fought he had kicked out at Talia, causing a small fracture to her right ankle. Now that the shock and adrenaline had worn off the pain was getting worse. Looking over her shoulder at her slaughtered family, Talia knew she had nothing left. She pushed back the tears that welled in her eyes, clenched her jaw against the pain in her foot and pressed a hand to her wound.
She had to get away, now; she could cry later.
Talia pulled her brown hair around her face, trying to hide the blood on her face. Closing the door behind her, she stepped into the brisk night, wincing as the cold air stung as it hit the cut on her cheek and her busted lip.
Whimpering like a wounded dog she limped down the quiet sidewalk, the ache in her chest making it hard to breathe. An alleyway opened onto the street and she turned into the comforting darkness, sliding painfully down the wall. Bringing her knees up to her chest, Talia sat there and watched the house on the corner where her whole life lay shattered.
The police arrived as a crowd started to gather outside, and as they started to cordon off the area Talia couldn't bear to watch any more; she closed her eyes and rested her head back on the wall behind her, the vision of her mother and sister's bodies burned into her memory.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."