WARNING: This an extremely dark romance. **** Shivers raced through my spine at the dark, heated stares from them -the brothers I was about to pledge my body to. "Sweetheart, you need to know what you are getting into by joining the game," Blue's voice startled me. I gulped as my eyes went to Fred's. His mouth went up in a smirk as his dark eyes roamed through my body. Desires and fear took hold of me as I glanced around their 'play house' I know what I'm signing up for by consenting to be their toy. Yet, I willingly took that step, to freedom, desire, and, worst of all -pain. **** As a journalist, Bella was determined to be the best. She was always taking jobs discarded or termed 'impossible' by others. However, she doesn't know what she signed up for when she agrees to interview the Christophos brothers -wealthy men who live in a spooky old castle. She thought it would be effortless despite the number of journalists who had failed to get any info on the brothers until she stepped foot into the compound. Unknown to the unsuspecting woman, she was in for a ride of her life with brothers who might not be as human as they seem... The game is about to begin... And it's the survival of the fittest...
I stood in front of the imposing house as shivers went through my spine. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to take the job others discarded because of how impossible it was to bag an interview.
The Christophos brothers have been a myth for close to ten years now. They are the richest men in the entire country, yet no one has seen them. There have been major debates about their reasons for seclusion.
Their family has been existing for centuries, but it wasn't until ten years ago that a journalist discovered the brothers.
Though she didn't get any info on them, she got a backshot of the brothers. For ten years now, different journalists have tried to do the impossible by asking for an interview with them, but they have never responded.
Note how shocked I was when they replied to my message and set a date for the first meeting.
Everyone thought it was a scam when I showed it to them, but there I was, to show them that this young journalist was capable. I became what I am today because of my passion for knowing things that others don't or skid past without showing interest in them.
I checked the contents of my purse to be certain my phone and pepper spray were in there. Wouldn't want to be a victim if this was some sort of scam.
I glanced down at my choice of clothing. To make running easier for me, I wore black elastic pants and a red shirt. My blonde hair was tamed to perfection, yet a strand managed to escape from the hold.
I sighed.
This is it, Bella. Time for you to break heads. No, scratch that. Time for you to do the impossible.
I bagged an invitation, which was something none of the journalists who have dropped the job can boast of.
My hands shook as I walked towards the door. From the enormous gates to the door, there was no one in sight. Still, the entire place was neatly kept.
The mansion was Victorian-styled. It looked like every other house with the same style, yet it looked different. The off-white color used on it clashed with the silver zinc, making the building seem a bit .... Odd.
I walked to the door and tapped on it since there were no doorbells. I have only seen this type of house in a film. I was used to modern houses where you press the bell rather than knocking.
I didn't get a reply, so I knocked once more.
A creaking sound followed the last knock before the door opened.
"Hello, I'm Bella. I came..." I trailed off as I stared at the empty door, shocked to notice that there was no one standing behind it.
I blinked. "Hello?" I called out, still standing on the stairs.
My heart hammered in my chest, sounding so loud even to my ears. I gulped, peering into the house to know if this was a trick or something like that.
Not only was there no one by the door, the house was pitch black. The air around me felt heavy.
"Hello!" I shouted, hoping to get a reply from whoever opened the door.
When I heard no sound, I turned, aiming to leave. However, the thoughts of the knowing smile that would be on Imelda's face when she learned I failed made me decide to do something rash.
I stepped into the house. "He... llo!" I yelled when the door banged behind me. With my heart in my throat, I rushed back and tugged on it, only to notice the door was locked.
Shit!
I rummaged in my purse for the pepper spray and clutched it in my hands, staring into the dark, ready for whoever was playing tricks on me.
My heart was beating so loud it seemed like the organ was about to leap out of my chest. I swallowed, hoping that this wouldn't turn into a horror film or something like that.
I yelped when the entire place became awash with light. I had to blink, to get my eyes accustomed to it after staying in the dark.
"Who's there?" I called out as I glanced around the place, scared out of my wits, but still clutching the pepper spray as if it would save me from whatever was lurking in the dark.
I got no reply.
I was standing in the foyer, with doors on either side of me, but I didn't dare move. My legs shook, and my teeth chattered, yet I heard no sound.
It was as if I were the only one in the entire house. I glanced back at the door only to discover it had no keyhole, and neither was there any bolt in sight.
I silently glanced around, praying for this to be just a trick as I brought my phone out, only to discover there was no reception in this place.
What?
What the hell is going on here? Isn't this supposed to be the house of the richest, youngest billionaires? Why am I -
"Miss Cold." A voice called out.
My heart slammed into my rib cage at the sound of the voice. I have heard my fair share of voices, but they can't be compared to this.
It sounded like the crackling of fire and the noise of a train that collided with each other. Raspy, strong, and terror-inducing.
My body continued to shake, and I gripped the paper spray, throwing my phone on the floor.
Instead of picking it up, I glanced around, trying to locate the voice that had just spoken to me.
"Miss Cold?"
The voice asked once more. This time, it sounded pissed.
"Yes!" I yelped out in fear.
God.
Should the person with this voice become a detective, people will confess to crimes they didn't commit.
"You are scaring her, brother," came another voice.
Unlike the first, this one sounded like melted chocolates. I sighed, feeling the need to hear the sound once more. For a moment, I forgot where I was, as the urge to listen to him speak increased.
"Come forward," the first voice ordered.
This time, his tone rang like the roaring of waves on a stormy night.
Against my better judgment, I took the first step. It was as if I were being controlled. The pepper spray and my purse clattered to the ground when I let them go, spurred by this urgency in me to do his bidding.
On the fourth step, I broke free from whatever hold that was on me. I stood still, wondering what just happened.
I heard a gasp before a murmured 'Impossible.'
“I will teach you how to pleasure me,” I trail a hand down his smooth-muscled chest, loving the bulge of his muscles under me. “You don't get to teach me, baby. I know the right way to fuck you.” He leaned close to whisper, “You have the chance to back out. But if you don't, I'm going to fuck you hard against the door. So hard that you won't be able to walk for a week.” "Then, do it," I challenged. **** Before I met him, I was the lone Luna who ran away from the pack; away from my responsibilities. I was determined to hide out in the human world until I met a man who was willing to take me in. Though I never loved him, I got married to him. However, a few days into the marriage, I discovered that I had a stepson. And what was worse? My young stepson is my mate.....
*Not incest* "You are playing with fire, doll," he warned, eyes dark and dangerous. "A very deadly fire." I looked at the chains on the bed again and pictured them clamped on my wrists, my tits and pussy in full display... Maybe deadly will do for now... *. *. *. *.* Harboring feelings for someone older than me seems deadly especially when the said person is my uncle. Despite knowing this, the thirst for a drop from his hot-as-hell river of sexiness can't be quenched. Fantasies turned into cravings which in turn spurred the implementation of my devious plans to get him all to myself. Will this blood barrier push him away from acknowledging this mutual feeling of lust, or will his fuel be poured on my burning coals?
Lucien Gray, the young and powerful head of an international consortium, has always had everything within his reach-wealth, influence, and any woman he desires. But when the unassuming Nina Morrison crosses his path, something unexpected happens. She doesn't fall at his feet, nor does she seem impressed by his status. Her indifference sparks an irresistible challenge in Lucien-a desire to conquer her at all costs. Determined to make Nina his, Lucien's pursuit becomes relentless. But Nina's fiery spirit and refusal to be controlled push Lucien to his limits. With every struggle and defiance, the tension between them grows, threatening to shatter the boundaries Lucien has always maintained. Now Lucien vows to claim her as his own. Will Lucien's obsession break Nina's spirit, or will she force him to confront his deepest vulnerabilities? In a game of power and desire, who will win-and at what cost?
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
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.”
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
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.
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.