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!
The door to Vicker's lounge opened and his assistant, Oliver, stepped inside. Vicker had been pacing around the room, lost in thought. He was particularly worried that the informant he had finally managed to capture after years of searching had refused to talk, even after being kept in the basement and tortured for four days.
It seemed he had reached a dead end.
"Good evening, sir. I wanted to inform you that-"
Vicker had no time for small talk or whatever Oliver had to say at this point. All he wanted were results. "Has he started talking yet?"
Oliver shook his head in disappointment. "No, sir. He still refuses to say anything."
Vicker slammed his fists on his desk in frustration as anger surged through his veins. His impatience and annoyance reached new heights upon hearing that the informant had still refused to talk.
"That son of a bitch in there knows what happened to the drugs and who stole them. He knows! Why is he refusing to talk?" Vicker seethed in anger, his rage overwhelming him. Vicker wanted answers, goddamnit!
Oliver chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, sir. He will talk, alright."
Vicker turned to Oliver with a confused glare. "What are you talking about, Oliver? He's refused to talk for four days. What could possibly make him talk now?"
"The Torturer."
The Torturer. That name struck something in him, and his eyes went wide like saucers. It's a name that was known by all, feared by all, and one that commanded the highest level of authority. The mere mention of it never fails to instilled enough fear to send chills down the spine.
"You're joking. right?" Vicker swallowed tightly, backing up a step as though he'd seen a terrifying monsterââor heard of one, in this case. "The Torturer? She's here?" He whispered her name as if it were a taboo to be caught speaking of it.
As if on cue, a scream that spoke volumes of immense pain erupted and shook the atmosphere. It was coming from the basement of Vicker's house, where the informant was being held.
It didn't take a genius to know that she was, indeed, here and was already doing what she did best. Instilling pain.
"How did you get her, Oliver? Where did you find this woman?" Vicker questioned, bewildered and unable to understand how The Torturer was right there in his house.
Despite the fact that everyone knew her name and knew the terrible harm she was capable of inflicting, she was rarely seen and rarely accessed. If you were able to lay your hands on her, or see her with your eyes, then you had struck gold. Where the problem laid was whether or not you would be alive to tell the tales.
Oliver smiled smugly. "I have my ways, boss. No need to worry about it."
"But Oliver, you have to tell me where you-"
The sentence was cut short as another horrifying scream-even louder than the first-erupted, so loud that it shook the two men and sent goosebumps down their spines. They were terrified.
Oliver and Vicker shared a look.
"Let's go see," Vicker stated and walked briskly out of the lounge, with Oliver following closely behind. They both walked down to the basement and, just as they were contemplating whether to knock and go in or wait for her to come out, the door opened and she stepped out.
Their jaws dropped.
The woman before them exuded a unique beauty, one that could only be described as otherworldly. Her looks were so ethereal, that it was almost as if she were an angel sent straight from heaven. But her actions were those of a woman who inflicted pain, almost as if she were a fiery demon from hell.
Her hair was dyed to a striking burgundy-red color that shone like molten lava and flowed down her back in a sleek ponytail. Her olive-colored skin was silken and smooth, perfectly complementing the fierceness of her hair. She was dressed in black leather and matching leather boots. A tattoo on her upper left arm had letters that weren't written in English.
But it was her eyes that truly captivated anyone who laid their gaze upon her. They were a pair of glassy brown orbs that seemed to radiate their own light, like two eternity jewels that projected their own beams of light. They were mesmerizing, yet also dangerous. One could see the beauty in them, but one could never truly touch it, as they gleamed with a menacing glint that suggested danger for anyone who dared to come too close.
Her brows were always furrowed, and her plump coral lips were permanently set in a scowl, as if she had never smiled in her entire life. She was a woman of endearing beauty, yet also savage and dangerous.
"Water," she simply said, paying no mind to the two men visibly admiring her poise and beauty.
"Water?" Vicker repeated. He looked down at her hands and was taken aback by the sight of blood staining them. His eyes shot back up to her, and he couldn't believe how unbothered she seemed by the fact that she had just murdered a man.
"Yes, water. To wash my hands," she replied, her voice crisp and stern, yet ethereal and silvery.
"Yes, j-just a moment," Oliver said, scurrying off to get some water for Tesiera, while Vicker was left alone with her, feeling a bit scared of her. A frown marred her brows as she looked at her perfectly manicured fingers, stained with blood.
Oliver returned with a bowl of soapy water and a towel, and Tesiera washed her hands and dried them off.
"Is he dead?" Vicker asked, the question that had been on his mind since he saw her hands.
She paused in her towel-drying, looking up at Vicker with her glassy brown eyes. He felt a bit frightened and took another step back.
"He's alive. It was not in our deal to kill him, or he would already be dead," she stated and handed the towel back to Oliver. "Vladimir, a Russian gang boss, attacked your ship and stole your drugs. The man in there is one of his men. Vladimir went back to his country, currently hiding from a rival." She finished by giving him the exact address of the gang leader's hideout.
Vicker was happy for the first time in a long time. Finally, he would get the bastard that thought he could get away from stealing his drugs worth billions of dollars. But how was this woman able to get that man to talk? They had kept him in the basement for four days, with no food or water, and tortured him with various forms of electricity, yet he refused to say a word.
But this woman, in less than twenty minutes, had made him talk and reveal everything. What kind of woman was this?
He liked women like that. Exactly his type.
"My payment?" Tesiera asked, pulling out her throwing knives from her leather boots and completely ignoring the way the two men stepped away from her. She flipped them around expertly before slipping them right back where they came out from.
"Already paid in full. Please check," Oliver delivered instantly.
They waited nervously like reprimanded children while she confirmed the transaction. It was the longest two minutes of their lives, and when she gave a curt nod, they released audible breaths of relief.
She turned to be on her way when Vicker's hand shot out and touched hers. "Please, wait..."
Pausing, she swiveled her head and scowled at his hand holding her arm. Vicker let her go immediately, clearing his throat. "I was...um...hoping we could...um, you know, eat dinner sometime. What do you say?"
"No."
"Oh, alright. Um..." He cleared his throat again. "Okay, then."
But Tesiera didn't leave immediately. Instead, she walked back to him threateningly, until she was standing in front of the trafficker. "Let's get one thing straight. The next time your hands, or any other appendage of yours touches my body, I'll cut it off."
The frosty tone sent a chill down Vicker's spine. He hated that a boss like him cowered for a mere woman, and his ego was in tatters, especially since it was happening in front of his men, Oliver and two security guards.
He wanted to say something to save face, but Oliver rushed forward, stepping in front of him. "Please forgive my boss, Torturer. He is still distraught about the news he got. He's not thinking straight. Is there anything else we can assist you with-"
She was already out the door, leaving it to slam shut behind 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."
"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!?
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.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashtonâs uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
âYou need a bride, I need a groom. Why donât we get married?â Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. âShe keeps asking for a divorce, but I donât want that! What should I do?â
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts masterâeach persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashtonâs true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the townâs richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. âWay to go, honey!â
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."