Novels by Book therapist

WARNING!!EXPLICIT SCENES AND WORDS THAT MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO READERS!ANNIE They always told me I was like a wild flower and one time in my life, they called me a monster. That word had had an effect in my life and that was when I decided not to live by anyone's standard or rules. I had left home to find a life away from those people who called themselves my blood, I had found satisfaction in the lowly life I was living and the fact that no one came to look for me made it clearer that I was on my own. I found joy in the littlest of things and had given life a chance until I met him.The real monster who took away everything I ever cherished and locked me up like I was some Rapunzel just without the long hair and the delusional thoughts that she had a perfect life. But maybe I was being delusional to think that I could run away from Dylan Xavier. I started to panic as fear took the better and calmest part of me. For the first time in a while, I was unsure of what to do — wheth

ANNIE Two weeks had passed and my stay here seemed inevitable. My life had normalized here and so had my dreams. The first few weeks I came here, my dreams were mostly at my place or in Spain, but then it changed. The first time Dylan Xavier kissed me was the day my dreams started at his estate, and how he did dirty things to me — things I didn't want him to stop doing. Thinking back at the shower I wanted more of it, the way he aggressively pushed me and ate me up made me excited all of a sudden. He had used his long hard fingers and fucked me, I bit my lips and shut my legs tight, closing my eyes, my thoughts all about the wonderful things he could do to me. I put my fingers into my pussy and pushed it in slowly then aggressively like he had done. I looked at the table and saw a big screw driver and smiled. Using the handle I shoved it down my pussy and suddenly felt good though not better. I thought of him as he sucked my pussy and licked the life out of it as I shoved the

ANNIE Another day to wonder how I would leave the Xavier's estate whole and I realized soon enough there was no escape route. Guards stood almost if not everywhere and they never sat to rest that I somewhat wondered if they were even human. I sat wearily on the couch and switched on the TV. Dylan didn't let me but he wasn't around and by his grace, his bodyguards and the maids weren't snitches. I turned on the news trying to get a view of the outside world.TEN TANKS CARRYING OIL ILLEGALLY SUDDENLY EXPLODES AND THE CAUSE TO THIS IS NOT YET KNOWN.One thing came to my mind and that was Dylan Xavier. It looked more like something he would do and honestly he was very much capable of burning down the white house if need be. MISSING GIRL BY NAME ANNIE GREGORY HAS NOT YET BEEN FOUND. IT WAS SAID TO BE AN ABDUCTION OF SOME SORT BUT HER DISAPPEARANCE IS NOT YET KNOWN.I shut my eyes and opened them just to see my best friend, Cammie weeping. We had gone through a lot and I could feel her pa

ANNIE Dylan Xavier wasn't just an ordinary mafia who had business everywhere. He ran both legal and illegal businesses. Rumour once had it that he had a PhD in medicine and surgery and could cut a life body with his eyes closed. Others said he was a lawyer and had lawyer friends who could get him out of trouble. Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books.I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark, ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone. “Who knew the great and mighty Dylan Xavier reads these kinds of books” I murmured, wearing a

ANNIE We sat quietly eating. I stabbed the peas on my plate picking at it with my fork, biting my lips and hating the silence, though it was better to be quiet than to face another moment of torture from this man that claimed I was his own. I could feel his gaze piercing my forehead which of course made me uncomfortable.I looked up at him and back at my plate. “You eat quite slow, Annie”. I was quite taken aback by the way he had called my name. That deep voice that came out as a whisper made my body shiver.Annie? This wasn't like him. He usually called me flower, love , milkweed or any other thing that was not my name. And yes!Toy.“I don't just like peas but I'm certainly grateful for the dinner. It was… lavish”, I said putting on the most pretentious smile. The food was indeed lavish for a prisoner but I couldn't just stomach it. “Then I should stop adding them to the dish. I like them”, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should ea

ANNIE A week had passed and I had been locked in a room which I guess was my room. The weather seemed rather temperate and I liked it just fine. Having been detached from the outside world, I used my time to clean and reclean the room which was boring. I checked the time, it was almost time for dinner, my food was always served in my room by a servant I knew to be Sophia who lived in this estate. Suddenly, the door clicked open and I was brought back to reality. Sophia stood there with no tray of food in her hand.“Is anything wrong?” I asked and she smiled a little. “Dylan is back”, she said making me roll my eyes. Who cared if that bastard was back or not, I just wanted to eat.“So…” I said as her lips spread even more that I thought if it hurt.“He wants to have dinner with you”“No”, I said quickly without processing the situation that I was a mere captive who could be tossed at anytime.“No?” She asked quite taken aback by my response. “Yes. I don't want to eat with him, t