Novels by JUICY INK

Bella's Pov. My eye snapped open.I realized that I must have fallen asleep because I remembered having a terrifying nightmare and then woken up with a rising and falling chest and ragged breath. Someone or something had woken me from my troubled sleep, and this realization made me glance around. I was expecting to see Baron, but it was a woman's face staring at me. I squinted my eyes at the familiar face. "Moana!""I knew that whoreson was up to something when he hardened his face before telling me to attend to his prisoner," Moana said and immediately rushed towards me, and in her hand appeared a keys. " To even think he gave me the key, warning me not to free the prisoner without his permission.""If he was the one who gave the key to you, then he absolutely knew you would free me immediately you entered this room," I said, feeling the weight of the manacles off my ankles as Moana attacked the chains binding my wrists.Moana hid a smile as she muttered, "Still defending him, eh?

Bella's Pov. My eyes immediately fell to his groin. His man's rod lay flaccid in the bush of thick blonde hair. I knew he would grow large, very large, and he would want to thrust himself inside my body. I swallowed and turned to him. "What else do you want?""Damn you, wench. Damn you for frowning and trying to appear pitiable. You have what you want, you cursed wench. The least you should do is to smile through the whole damn thing."If he expected me to laugh through this humiliation then I have to disappoint him. I only gawked at him, searching for a shred of pride, and found enough to stare beyond him, feeling the soft linen shift pooling at my feet. I removed myself from the naked girl in manacles lying for his examination. He stared at me. "I have no idea you were so very nicely shaped. Your breasts were high and full and as white as your belly, and your nipples were a pale pink." I heard him saying, felt his palms on my breast, and then gaggle, and then muttered, "But you

Bella's POV.I closed my eyes in dread and seized my breath, wishing I could just grow wings and fly away. Insane wishes. Even if I did succeed in growing a wing, where on earth would I be saved? Baron had said like for like, and I believe he meant he would force me the way I had forced him. But why this sudden hatred and anger? I sense the revenge was important to him. I already understood that about his nature. He was a man ruled by vengeance. But to have to remove my clothes for him. No, I cannot do this. "You must remove my clothes if you want to -."His expression became deadly, and this put an abrupt end to my speech and I then swallowed my objection. "Okay. I will do it," I said in an abject whisper. I turned around to untie my embroidered girdle and then jumped with fright when I noticed him behind me. His hand gripped my shoulder painfully as he turned me around. His eyes were red, a sign that his anger was high again. What could I have done wrong? "I need to see you un

My nightmareBella's POV. Baron's new car was like the one in Edmond's garage. Same model but a different color. While the previous one was black, the new cars had already taken over the was as white as snow, and as beautiful as a peacock. We journey non-stop through the day and night, and then the following morning. And we only stop for brief moments to fill our stomachs and to attend to nature's call. On the third day, we arrived in front of the gate that leads into Greenwood Pack House.Even if I wanted to escape during the journey, Baron's watchful eyes always trailed me to make it impossible. Besides, where on earth can I escape to? My mother's pack is now thousands of miles away, Damon will be waiting for me at Greenwich Pack and I dreaded whatever his mischievous mind may think of concerning me. And if he should discover am carrying Baron's baby, then that will be the end of me and my baby. I had no choice but to stick with Baron, and this decision was dreaded as well. I coul

Bella's POV.I gave a restless gesture as Aria plaited the last white daisy into my hair. "It's enough," I said and thought out loud. Where is D'Mathew? I felt the now-familiar fear that it was only his car that he'd come for. I was no longer important to him. He would have no chance in any case. How would the old beggar steal a car from Edmond's well-guarded garage?"Your veil, Luna!"Veil! I stared at the thick gold circle flowing gauzy veil. It would be too hot to use a veil, but on the other hand, it would blur my vision. I wouldn't be able to see Edmond clearly; I could imagine and dream that ..."Give it to me ."There was a soft knock on the chamber door, and before I could say anything, the door cracked open and two women entered. An older woman I didn't recognize and a very young one that I knew. They entered furtively and quickly, the older woman pulled the door closed behind her. "Who are you and what do you want?" The words were scarcely out of my mouth when I felt his

I shook my head, clearing it of that Deja Vu feeling that suddenly arose in me. A kind of sharpening of something inside me, an awareness, a renewed remembrance of something utterly vital to me, something I can't pinpoint yet... Just the way I felt the first day I met D'Mathew under his disguise as a priest. Is he here again?I looked down into the inner bailey and my eyes darted around for that familiar physique. I did not see anything or anyone in specific, but still, the feeling was there, that strange feeling, that knowledge that I'd known before. I wondered if my mind had finally snapped. Then I saw her. A bent old woman, with a head of scraggy thick white hair, shuffled in her rags toward the castle wall. She was dragging her lame left leg and talking to herself. Who is she and why am I feeling like this in the presence of a total stranger? This is not a stranger. This is D'Mathew. How I knew this was beyond my reasoning. Stark joy welled up in me and I willed her to look up.