Novels by Kriya Chauhan

(6 years later)"Luca...Gloria, it's time to sleep now", I yelled to my 5 years old son and 3 years old daughter.Both of them hurried off to their room, leaving me to follow them. I sighed. At least they listened when I say something in a stern voice.Just as I took a step, an arm circled around my waist, pulling me to the hard chest and a hard cock. I shivered when he breathed in my ear sensually."Come in the basement after tucking them in", for the extra effect he bit my ears, causing my pussy to throb with need.I just nodded, unable to utter a single word. I went into Luca's room first and he has already changed into sleepwear and now laying on his bed.I smiled. I still can't get over the fact how he is an exact copy of his dad. He is very calm and collected just like his father and not to forget he too is really commanding just like his father."I love you baby", I pulled the blanket up to his chest and

It's finally over. I can't even shed a single tear at her funeral. No one did. Not even our parents.It was like she has no relative and for that, I feel bad for her. We watched as four men lower the casket into the ground. We just watched with sadness but no one cried. She had developed so much hate for her in everyone's heart that she doesn't have anyone to cry for her even in her death.That day I thought I lost Dalton forever but after some time I didn't see the blood on Dalton's cloth, we turned towards her but she was on the ground with a bullet in her heart.When she was going to shoot Dalton, she didn't notice Carl behind her back. Before she can shoot, Carl grabbed her hands. She tried to get herself out of his hold but during the snatching, she pulled the trigger by mistake. The bullet directly went into her heart, causing immediate death.As for Stacey, she sneaked out when Amara was busy telling her story. She tried to run aw

I looked in shock at my two kidnappers- Anara and Stacy. I was beyond mortified to say anything but I managed to ask the question I want the answers of in a single syllabus."Why?", the dark look in my sister's eyes terrified me to my core. She wasn't looking like my sweet little innocent sister. No, the woman before me looked like a woman possessed by a demon. She was looking like that villain in storybooks. She looks like a reincarnation of some monster in a human body.The way her lips are curled into a nasty grin made my stomach churn. I was utterly petrified but I didn't show it on my face. Instead, I looked at both of them with calm and collective eyes, patiently waiting for my answer. Stacey looked a little bit scared but didn't show it on her face. I wouldn't have noticed if not for her hands trembling a little and the way her eyes are looking around every second."why?", Amara made a thinking face, tapping a finger on her cheeks. "Because I hate y

(Dalton's POV)I parked outside our home and was surprised to see Alyssa hasn't been home yet. I looked at my watch to see it's 10 pm.That's strange. Alyssa is always at home around 9 p.m. Maybe she's still working. Thinking nothing more of it, I went inside. After taking a nice warm bath I changed into a basketball short before going into the living room to watch TV.An hour has passed but there's still no trace of Alyssa and it made me relentless. Taking my car keys I went to Alyssa's boutique without bothering to wear some more clothes.I parked in front of the store but the lights are off. I reversed my car to go in search of her but caught something from the corner of my eyes....or more like Alyssa's car. My heart started to beat fast inside my chest. I have a really bad feeling about this.Getting out of my car I went towards her. No one is in the car and the boutique is closed, something had happened. I can feel it in my heart.

"I'm done with it", Any's angry voice brought me back to reality."What happened", I asked startled."What happened is that I'm fed up with you acting so strange", I know what she is talking about but I didn't show her."I am acting strange?", I asked her instead, with the most innocent and confusing look I can muster." yes, you are. You keep zoning out since last few days", she narrowed her eyes at me like she is trying to find any clue about what's going on in my mind."I'm just thinking about where Carl would be", I lied to her. Carl hadn't been on my mind at all. Ever since we have been back from our trip I can't show off the feeling of being watched.Wherever I go I keep feeling like someone is watching me, lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce on me as a predator does to its prey and it's making me paranoid, plus the feeling I'm getting that something really bad is going to happen doesn't help my case at all.I ke

Why can't we live in peace for once in our life? Every time we think everything will be okay, it happens to be quite opposite. We got a call from our parents. They informed us that Carl has disappeared. We had to go back as soon as we can so we booked the next flight.We had to cut short our little honeymoon once again. Begrudgingly I left the hotel with Dalton and towards the airport. After doing all the formalities, we went to the waiting area. On our way, a voice stopped us."Dalton?", we turned to where the voice was coming from. I watched as a beautiful woman made her way towards us. She was fit for a model with a slender figure, the height of 5'9", heart shape face carved with perfection, long lashes curtains her beautiful blue eyes, pink plum lips, button nose, and blonde hairs.If I were interested in females I'd have totally dated her. She was the definition of perfection and she walks with elegance."It is really you", her eyes widen

POV: Stella GraceI must have drifted off sometime just before dawn, slumped over Ryker’s side, using the edge of the ward bed as a cushion. I woke up with a sharp crick in my neck, the morning light a thin, gray filter seeping through the high, narrow windows of the sterile room.The first thing I did was check his pulse. It was still there, strong and steady.I looked at his face. The corpselike pallor from the night before had eased slightly, but he still looked terrifyingly unlike himself. Ryker, even unconscious, usually radiates a low-level thrum of energy, a coiled tension. Now, he was utterly slack, vulnerable. The sight was unsettling, yet it somehow softened the knot of fear in my stomach. When he was this quiet, he was just a man. My man, the one who took a bullet for me (A/n - Yeah, girlie is being down bad now).I gently ran the pad of my thumb over his knuckles, remembering the doctor's words: grazing his heart. The gravity of the risk he took and the life he saved settle

Ryker's POV.I lay perfectly still, a silent, smug master of ceremonies presiding over my own melodrama. Beneath the cool, comforting weight of the blankets and the fresh bandages, I felt absolutely fantastic. The bullet wound was a superficial scratch, but the performance I had just delivered deserved a standing ovation.I could feel the frantic, trembling grip of her hand around mine. Her pulse, racing like a trapped bird's, was a drumbeat of pure possession against my wrist. She was clutching me as if I were a lifeline she’d just barely managed to secure. She thought she was staring at her death, and in her fear, she was revealing the truth: she needed me.Get up and be annoying. Her choked plea echoed in my head, and a silent, wicked grin stretched across my face. I was fighting the urge to open my eyes just to kiss that panicked sound right off her lips. I am being annoying, kitten. I'm annoying you with my silence, annoying you with this terrifying stillness, forcing you to co

Ryker's POV.I stepped back, allowing my men to position the basic implements. There was no need for grand theatrics yet, just simple, focused pain delivered with maximum intent. I selected a sturdy, thick baton—heavy wood wrapped tightly in wire—and tapped it lightly against the palm of my hand. The low thwack echoed in the stone chamber, a chilling sound of impending agony."You're not going to lie to me," I stated flatly, my gaze like a knife. "Lying just extends this conversation, and I have a frantic wife upstairs who needs convincing that I'm half-dead, so let's get this over with."I didn't wait for him to respond. The first strike landed with brutal, crushing force against his already wounded leg. The impact was sickeningly solid, shattering his previous groans into a high-pitched, choked roar of pure, blinding agony. The bone beneath the wound protested violently."Who sent you?" I demanded, my voice never rising above that dangerous, controlled low register.He gasped, sweat

POV - Ryker Lance.As we burst out of the hotel and plunged into the bullet-riddled chaos of the parking lot, my entire focus narrowed to one single, burning objective: getting Stella into that car. My body was a constant shield, moving with brutal, desperate efficiency, using every overturned vehicle and shadow for cover.It only took a single, damn moment—a split second where my attention wasn't total—but I should have known better. In my world, a moment is a lifetime. One second, we were scrambling toward the black sedan; the next, I caught a sliver of movement—a motherfucker tucked behind an armored van—and the sickening glint of metal as he aimed straight for her.My Stella. My precious canary. I handle her like she’s spun glass, afraid to touch her too roughly in case I bruise her, and this son of a bitch has a gun pointed at my sweet flower.My blood didn't just turn to ice—it ran cold with a feeling I’d never known. Ryker Lance has never known terror; I am the terror that haunt

The image in the mirror, with his hand dominating my body, combined with the intense, overwhelming pleasure, was almost too much for my senses to handle. I was right on the edge, the sweet, blinding sensation building inside me, my body ready to completely submit to the climax.But just as I was about to fall over that beautiful cliff, he pulled his fingers out.The sudden absence was a brutal shock. I let out a sharp, ragged gasp, immediately collapsing against the dressing table. A desperate, frustrated whine escaped my lips as the blinding pleasure was yanked away, leaving me hovering in a torturous state of unmet need. My whole body was trembling, buzzing with the remnants of the feeling, and all I could do was gasp and silently beg him to put his hand back where it belonged. He knew exactly what he was doing—and that made his control even more absolute."What," I managed to rasp out, my voice thin and broken. I was a wreck of conflicting emotions: baffled by his action, shocked b

Pov - Stella Grace?He didn't just look mad; he looked absolutely feral. This wasn't the kind of anger where he wanted to kill me. This was the kind of rage that made him look like he wanted to burn this entire building to the ground, with everyone in it, just to watch the world burn. His eyes were like two raging fires, and the sight of them sent a jolt of pure terror through me. I didn't even think; my body just reacted, taking a small, fearful step back. My mind was screaming at me to run, but my feet only managed to back away, completely paralyzed by the sheer intensity of his fury.I couldn't wrap my head around it. His rage was so intense, but why? I was just trying to do what I thought was normal in this world. I'd been watching these men all night, and it was obvious they preferred being with multiple women, even in front of their wives. I was just offering Ryker the same thing, making it easier for him to get what he clearly wanted. I was even taking the initiative, and inst