Novel-novel oleh Kriya Chauhan

Seething with frustration at my own lack of self-control, I finally managed to shove him away. My hand flew up and connected with his cheek before my brain even had a chance to process the action. I knew I was furious, but the slap was an instinctual reaction, a pure reflex of my rage.Instead of getting mad, that familiar, infuriating grin just widened on his face. He pulled me back in, his voice a low, dangerous rumble as he spoke directly into my mouth. “Do it again, kitten,” he whispered, “Do it again and again until I'm angry.”My mind screamed at me to stop. I'm not a violent person. I hate anything to do with it, and that's why, even though that single slap gave me more peace than smashing everything in the room, I hesitated. I thought about stopping, about not giving him the satisfaction, but my hands had a will of their own. I pulled back from the kiss one more time, and with all the force I could muster, I slapped him again. His head whipped to the side from the sheer impact

The moment the car rolled to a stop at the mansion, a sudden jolt of clarity snapped me out of my emotional fog. The cold, hard reality hit me with the force of a tidal wave: I had been clinging to Ryker, the very source of my grief, for solace. I had been a fool, and the realization filled me with a hot, righteous anger.I pushed him away, the act a physical manifestation of my fury at myself for so easily succumbing to his false comfort. He had nothing good to offer me, and I knew it. My gaze fell upon the enormous mansion, the opulent walls of my forever cage, and my anger boiled over.I slammed the car door on his face, the sound a satisfying crack that echoed my rage. I stomped my way to the room, and the moment the door shut behind me, I let everything loose. The second he entered, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find and hurled it at him. The anger I had been holding in, the humiliation, the heartbreak—it all erupted."You motherfucker," I hissed, the word foreign and yet s

"What did I do?" Ryker asked, tilting his head with a mock innocence that only served to infuriate the sisters even more. Another wave of profanity washed over him, but he didn't even flinch. His gaze flickered to me, and I read the unspoken message in his eyes: he was proud that I'd moved away from my sisters on my own, but he was disappointed that I hadn't gone to him instead. It was a silent, dangerous promise that I'd be punished for this minor defiance later.I averted my eyes from him, my gaze glued to the floor. I didn't dare to look anywhere else, not at Ryker, not at my sisters, as they faced each other in a battle that was bound to end in tragedy. My stomach was in knots, my mind racing. I knew this was my fault. I was the reason for this confrontation, the catalyst for the storm that was brewing. I just wanted it all to be over, for the ground to swallow me whole, anything to escape the unbearable tension and the weight of my own actions."Tainted her?" Sister Jane growled,

"Yeah, let it go, babe. Give in," he whispered, his lips brushing against my neck, a sensation that sent tingles down my spine. His hand sped up, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but just as I was about to let go, he stopped. He picked me up effortlessly, settling onto the cold, stone altar. Then he slammed me onto his lap, my back pressed against his chest, my legs splayed open as far as they could go. A small click echoed in the silence as he picked up the rosary from the floor."You don't need this anymore. This can only be used to fuck you now," he whispered, and my blood ran cold. To my utter horror, he stuffed the rosary into me. My eyes flew open and I gasped, trying to clamp my legs shut, but he held them open, and it was already too late. The rosary was inside me, my walls clenching around the beads as the cross dangled outside, a horrifyingly sacrilegious pendulum. The most terrifying part was the sensation. The rosary beads, a symbol of my faith, felt

I squeezed my eyes shut and turned my head away, my knuckles white as I clutched the rosary. I prayed with a desperate intensity for the strength to face him, to deal with whatever new torment he had planned. He didn't say anything, just walked toward me with a slow, deliberate stride, a predatory gaze fixed on me.I could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. It had been there ever since I locked myself in the bathroom, a simmering rage in his eyes. But now, seeing me here, on my knees in front of the altar, praying to God, it was as if something inside him had finally snapped. His patience had completely broken. His face was a mask of cold fury, his jaw tight, his eyes burning with an unsettling mix of possessiveness and wrath.Every step he took toward me felt like a hammer blow, each footfall echoing in the silent church. He stopped right in front of me, his shadow falling over my small, kneeling form, blocking out the light. I didn't dare look up, just held on to the rosary,

My world got turned upside down, and not in a good way. It's one thing for your beliefs to be shattered, but it's a whole new level of hell when you've slept with the very person who stands against everything you believe in. And to make it worse, it happened under some kind of influence. My mind keeps replaying the moment, trying to figure out what exactly robbed me of my sanity. Was it my drowsy state? Was it my ovulation? Or was it both? Whatever it was, it completely took over my mind, making me drop all my guards and beliefs, and to my utter disbelief, welcome my enemy with open arms. The shame is a heavy blanket I can't shake off. I can't even look at myself in the mirror without feeling a wave of disgust.And Ryker... he's only making things worse. Since that night, he's become this shadow of a man I can't stand. He's more attentive, more possessive, and clingy. The sight of him makes my stomach churn, and bile rises in my throat. Every time he tries to touch me, a shiver of re

(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