"Who are you?" I ask, gawking at this ugly man who looks like the devil himself. "Your savior." savior? I may not remember anything from my past, but one thing is for sure, according to my judgment: this monster-lookalike can't be a savior. And from whom did he supposedly save me? "And if you are done ogling me, now, on your knees! Time to serve the purpose for which I saved you." I am snapped out of my thoughts by him tearing his shirt and walking closer in a pretty unnerving way. Cold shivers jolted down my spine, almost paralyzing my entire being. "Whi...ch is?" I whimper, trying to stand up from the bed and perhaps run for my dear life. Unfortunately, he grabs me viciously before I can take a step. A loud growl slips from my lips as he slams me back on the bed and hovers atop me. "To please me, little dove." He hoarses, embarking on his evil, dirty mission.
I mutter a hundred condemnations as I jerk myself up to sit on the bed, my eyes battling to peel due to the throbbing of my head. The pain is excruciatingly agonizing, and for minutes I have to keep it caged between my palms for support. Aside from the pain, my hands feel something else. A bandage?! I can also feel a soaked spot on my forehead as I run my hands around my head.
Am I hurt? How?
What the heck happened?
A long moment of screaming silence passes as I scour deep into my seemingly desolate brain for an inkling of what led to this, but all ends in vain. Nothing rings a bell! Nothing! I feel like my head is just blank. Sigh! It must be this pain that is deterring my head from functioning. I should call for some aid. Some damn painkillers will be helpful before this pain kills me.
Ahem! Who do I call? No name seems to come to mind either. Screw this pain! With all these incoherently fussy feelings, I compel my eyes to peel, despite the pain. A dark-themed cabin greets my blurry vision, and again, I suck in the ripping sensation of obliviousness to this place too. It feels weird. I dart my eyes around the small, unnerving cottage, scanning for anything that would slap some sense into me about what this place is because it definitely doesn't feel like my room, but I end up adding more pain to myself because nothing reminds me of anything here. There isn't anything much here anyway.
Come on, dear brain! Don't do this to me.
I kick the duvet aside and spring from the bed. Imprinting my feet on the cold floor, I drag myself to the tiny closet and decide to rummage for something. Maybe a phone or something. What kind of room is this that is giving rise to these weird chills? And who the hell paints a room black? A witch, maybe! I hope I didn't wake up in their realm!
The apparel in this closet gram my level of confusion. I'm decently dressed up in smart jeans and a classy leather jacket. The Under Armour sneakers top my expensive outfit. Dashing and descent Then why the hell are lingeries more than three-quarters of the outfits in this closet? And for the rest of the quarter, it's no different from lingerie. Just some freaking short sh*t of dresses that won't cover even my forbidden areas well. What's not happening? Scouring the drawers would be a nice idea, but a peek outside this room is a wiser idea.
One, two steps later, the door opens, halting my tracks. A giant in human form strolls inside, amplifying my turmoil and aggravating the terror in this room. His demeanor is not just perilously terrifying and demeaning, but it, in addition, exudes havoc to a weak being like the one cowering before his tall, huge frame. And gray eyes? Really? I pluck my feet from the floor and take safe steps back towards the bed, while he takes slow, calculated strides towards me like a lion taming its prey! He won't just devour my flesh, but it seems like he would chew even my bones one by one. I missed the bed and hit the wall with my back. I didn't look where I was going. My bad! He halts on his strides a step from me, his hands shoved in his pocket, and he takes his time to browse my face. He is the stranger here, yet I seem to bewilder him more than he is perplexing me. His cold gaze in my eyes makes me tremble with fear, and these huge muscles aren't helping either.
I can't stand his eyes! I look away, taking in deep breaths to calm my nerves. "Step away, please!" I mumble after a while, puffing out a good amount of the fear boiling inside of me. That would have calmed me down, but not when he does the exact opposite of what I asked. He closes the gap between us, towering above me. He is so irritating! I snap my gaze at him.
"Why?" His tone is as cold as his demeanor. It bleeds nothing but hegemony. Dominance. Power. Why? Who is he to even pin me to the wall like this? My husband? Holly cow! I hope not!
"Who are you to begin with? And...this place, what is this place?" I force words, and his ghastly face grows wrinkles in a flicker, but he masks them off with his cold expression in a split second. Don't get me wrong. I don't know how many handsome men I have encountered before, but this one is before me with the eyes like an owl, naah men! If he is this scary in broad daylight, I don't want to deduce the kind of terror that he bleeds when darkness befalls.
Ghosh! He takes a step back, permeating some fresh air into me, which is still saturated with his rich pheromones, which again, I don't like. "Don't you...remember anything?" His icy voice echoes again, making me realize that my eyes are glued to his. He has quite scary eyes! Is he even human? I think as I shake my head at his question, avoiding wasting even a second of his time pondering it. He seems to be the kind who would slap the hell out of you if you get on his nerves. Or even at a slight mistake. I might be right or wrong, but that's what I make out of his demeanor. "Does it hurt a lot?" He asks, pointing at my head as he walks to the drawer.
He pulls out some medicine and a bottle of water. "What happened to me? Where am I? Who...are you?" I ask again, but he instead ignores my question and hands me some pills.
"For your headache!" I take them and rack before him after. He can't ignore me like this, for hell's sake! I need answers before I go crazy! "Take two pills every three hours to avoid severe pain." He says, Emotionless. Something is whispering to my ears that something is wrong here.
"Copy. Now, can you answer my questions? Did you hear them? Do I need to repeat them again?" I ask, sounding damn serious, while his gray eyes are darkening with fury. He is getting angry. Shouldn't I be the one getting angry at his arrogance?
"Get some rest! We will talk when you are calm." He says this and clicks his Chelsea boots on the floor, ready to stroll out.
This arrogant jerk is really messing with my patience! "Hold on right there, Mr!" I call, and he furiously turns to me. "Why can't you answer my questions, huh?"
"And why the fuck do you think I have the answers to your fucking questions?" He fumes, his eyes explaining just how pissed off he is. But hang on!
"Because you happen to be the first creature I saw since I woke up with a very freaking blank mind! You even have the prescriptions for my medications so clearly, Mr. Grey Eyes; you have the answers I need. So, speak!" I howl, and the howls echo in my head, the impacts of them aggregating the pain. I really need to take it easy before my head explodes!
He smirks! A cold smirk that makes the hairs on my body spurt with rage What's there to smirk about if he isn't just an arrogant, insensitive jerk? "Nobody. Listen well, because I won't repeat myself ever again. No one orders me around!" He states.
"It's only right and fair for me to react like this. Are you hiding something that you don't want me to know..."
"Watch your fucking tongue!" Now he really scared me with his howls.
"I will! After you tell me what I need to hear!" I must be a very stubborn ass to have the balls to talk back to him, albeit trembling. The outbursts stopped for a minute. We rack before each other, like two antagonistic lions ready to slit each other's throats with our fangs. We are both fuming with rage, and he backs off first, breaking the tension in this room.
"You really don't recall anything?" He softly but coldly asks, boring his scary eyes deep into me, perhaps scouring for the truth.
"I wouldn't be wasting both our time if I did. So, tell me. Who are you?" I spit, and then something more urgent hits me. "Who am I?" I ask bitterly, almost breaking down, but I suck the tears back. I can't even freaking remember my damn name. What on earth wrecked my brain like this?
"Listen. Your stubbornness aside, If you continue howling like this, your empty brain might rapture. Lie down, and I will answer your questions when you wake up." Oh, the ugly idiot even has the balls to mock me? Wow!
"No! I want them now, so you better start..."
"If you open your mouth again and order me like I am your slave, I'll forget that you are already hurt." He warns.
slave? Then am I his slave?
"Neither am I your slave!" I yell again, and he smirks, speaking as calmly as he can ever be.
"You don't know that, and you are in my territory! And everyone in my territory is my slave including you. so, behave, because I have had it with your arrogance." He says, looking so pissed.
Cool down, dear lost self! And ignore that slave nonsense from this ugly-fugly monkey. You don't know where you are, so if you need anything from this impossible, egotistical moron, you have to humble yourself. Take it slow with him.
"Okay. I'm sorry if I am acting up. I hope you understand my situation. So, please, I beg you, tell me just anything about me before I go crazy." I plead.
"Mmh! I thought I would teach you how to talk to your master, but I guess you understood my gestures well. However, I still think you need some rest. I am not usually this nice to people, so I would suggest you grab this chance and not get... on...my... nerve!" He says.
Master!? Master of what? "Please, Master?" I plead, and yuck! Master my foot! It sounds so... pathetic? Yeah, and disgusting! "Please! Just anything. Even just one. It will make me at least get some sleep."
"I saved you, Gia! That's all I will say for now! Now show some respect to someone who saved your life and get on that bed before I lose it."
Gia?!?! I presume that is my name? Freaking hell! Why doesn't even my own name sound familiar? The hell! And from whom did he save me? I am being tuck under the covers as I think. Everything is just so confusing, and him refusing to tell me the whole truth just sucks! I hope he will not be in his 'master' mood when I wake up.
"Don't think too much! It will help speed up your recovery." He says this after tucking me in. As if he cares!
"And who are you? Can I at least know the name of my savior?" I ask before I close my eyes.
"They call me Don! But you can call me Ejay!"
Don? Master? Ejay? What is he? Better still, who the hell is he?
"What if I tell you that you can actually, live that dream?" Ethan said softly, his voice taking on a gentler tone as he swept his hand on her shoulder. She tensed, everything in her body responding to him in ways she had always dreamed of. But it was so wrong for her to even dare to dream about her boss like that. "You crave for your boss? Wish Granted. You can have me," his words resonated with so much assurance that shook Sofia to her bones. Her breath caught in her throat, the wave of Ethan's unbelievable words shaking her. The tension thickened as he sealed the tiny gap that was separating them. "The question is, Sofia," He lifted his hand to tuck her loose hair behind her ear while she shivered under his touch. "Can you handle your boss?" A cold boss with the darkest insatiable desires that a naive, inexperienced girl like Sofia could never match- what could they possibly have in common? Love? However, even love needs a common ground, and these two are different in all ways, and everything stands in their way. With a possessive fiance who is a perfect match for Ethan in all aspects, perfect even for his darkest desires, is there anything that can make Ethan choose Sofia against all odds?
"In this circle, Irma, it doesn't work that way. It hurts, but we can't be!" The sweet, despotic, icy voice that used to thaw her down now imperiled her cool, evoking shivers of immense heartache and incredulity. "Our pedigrees are way too distinct, Irma! You can't fit in. I am sorry!" He ascertained, as if he rigorously knew where to drill through. Her bleeding heart was shattered by his impudence. This pain was unlike anything she had ever felt prior. It was immense. The man she had given her all without holding back anything now hurt her without a second thought. It stung her more than a double-edged dagger piercing through human flesh! "Someday, you pathetic son of a bitch, you will eat back this shit you just puked now! That I vouch in the name of the thriving fruit of the love I sowed in you!" She thought as she bitterly wore her crown of pride and dignity and turned her back on him. But those were her words and wishes, which contradicted the ways of fate. Nobody knows the ways of fate, and Irma was about to get a taste of the mischief of fate. What lies ahead for poor Irma? Join me on this lopsided but prodigious love story of two bleak soles!
"'You shattered my heart into a million pieces, and now you're asking me to pick them up? You crushed my trust, and now you want me to hand it back to you? I'm still finding pieces of myself in the ruins you left behind. How can I give you another chance when I'm still rebuilding myself from the last one? I'd rather drown in my tears than drown in your love." Amy Snapped at Ryan. Cheated upon by her fiancee with her step sister, heartbroken Amy Carter found herself in a club where she drank herself into a stupor, leading to a one night stand with an unknown stranger. Pregnant and chased out of the house with nowhere to go, her life went downhill. Amy left the country to avoid further humiliation, promising to do just anything to nurture the kid in her stomach. However, she came back with her twin after six years. Finally, Billionaire Redford who had been in search of her, his one next stand from years ago, saw his chance to be with her and claim his children. Will Amy agree to the rekindling and find happiness from the one night of mistake and settle for the stranger she had one night stand with? Or do you think her ex boyfriend will win her over again after betraying her with her step sister? Read and find out....
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
"I will work for you till I pay back the amount in full.. I want to be a maid.. Please… I don't want to be a breeder" I started to plead once everyone left the ward.. He saw her begging but his stone cold heart didn't melt. "I never tasted a weak duckling Alpha.." He smirked and walked toward me.. I walked back with fear till I hit the wall. "I am not weak." I said in a low tone and tried to push him away.. But his solid body didn't move an inch.. I could not breathe properly because of his aura.. "I will make you beg me for pleasure…" His words disgusted me. I didn't talk back as his Alpha tone was overbearing.. I felt weak wherever he was touching me.. "You will be my toy till you get pregnant.." I turned my head away with disgust but he touched my cheek roughly and caught my chin. He made me look into his eyes.. His hand covered my neck and gripped it hard.. "I will come to you every night to f**k you.." His eyes became devilish as if he was looking at his prey.. Suddenly I felt scared of him more.. and my breathing became suffocating.. He is pressing my windpipe to make me suffer… My eyes become red while I shake my head slowly... "No… no.." I murmured and I forgot to breathe in his presence.. He was scaring hell out of me.. "Girl.. You will be lucky if you get pregnancy soon otherwise I will have my ways to f**k you.." I dropped my eyes not able to hear such f***y words.. Tears rolled down my cheeks when he loosened his grip.. I don't want to believe that my father sold me as a breeder.. I can't accept it.. "If you agree or not.. it doesn't matter.. spread your legs when I come to you.." He pushed me back again and the tip of his nose touched my cheek while I looked at him scarily.. He nibbled on the crook of my neck and kissed my sensitive places… "Remember I am your Alpha from now on and don't you dare to say no…" he said huskily and pushed me back fiercely.. His cruel and harsh words made me fall back on the ground..
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.