Novels by Athi Bas

The click of the lock was a gunshot in the silence. Angel didn't stir from her place on the floor. The pain had settled into a dull, rhythmic throb, a mockery of a heartbeat. When the door opened again, she didn't look up. Two pairs of footsteps entered, one heavy and confident, the other hesitant and shuffling. Elijah's, and someone else's."Get her on the bed," Elijah commanded, his voice devoid of any emotion.Rough hands grabbed her arms and legs, lifting her as if she were a sack of grain. They dumped her onto the mattress, the jolt sending a fresh wave of agony through her. She finally focused her eyes. Beside Elijah stood an old man in a stained coat, his face pale and sweaty, his hands trembling. He carried a black leather bag."Please," the old man stammered, looking anywhere but at Angel. "My lord, this is... this is not my work. I am a physician, not a... not a butcher.""You are what I tell you to be," Elijah said, his voice dangerously soft. He gestured to Angel. "There i

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please." Elijah's laugh was a sickening, gleeful sound in the dark. "Still crying for the dead?" he hissed, his voice vibrating with a feverish intensity. "He's worm food, Angel. Nothing but rotting meat in the mud. And you... you are my masterpiece. My ruin. My everything." He leaned forward, his eyes wide and unblinking in the gloom, a manic fire burning in their dep

Elijah’s voice cut through the storm, a blade of pure cruelty. “You don’t believe me? Well, sweetheart, I’m the one who ordered my men to kill Luciano.” The words didn’t just hit Angel; they burned through her, a sharp truth that destroyed any last hope she’d been holding onto. A choked sob escaped her throat, the sound of a soul breaking. She looked up, her eyes wide with a horror so deep it was almost beautiful. He watched the realization dawn on her face, watched her last fragile hope shatter, with a look of clear satisfaction. Before she could scramble away, before she could even understand the depth of his betrayal, he moved. His hand, strong and merciless, shot out and tangled in her soaked hair. He didn’t give her a moment to stand; he simply yanked. A scream tore from Angel’s lips as he dragged her across the wet ground. Her knees and palms scraped against the rough road, the pain small compared to the agony in her scalp and the disaster in her heart. He was unstoppable a

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ” ~~ [ DO NOT FORGET TO VOTE ] In the carriage Angel, Luciano, the Queen and the King were all seated in the carriage while chatting with one another. Angel was so excited to announce to her parents that they’re going to be grandparents. They would be so happy to know that their one and only daughter is pregnant. The Romanov Kingdom was situated quite far from the Windsor Kingdom. It would take at least 16 hours before they reach there. Few hours later It was dark night, black clouds covered the sky, not a star to be seen. The trees shook their branches, dancing in anticipation of the upcoming storm. Angel clasped into her husband’s muscular body, as the breeze was chilling her to the bone. In response, Luciano pulled her closer to him and covered her with a blanket. He caressed her silky black locks for a while before planting soft kisses all over her rosy face. “Stop! It’s tickling me,” she utte

Lᴜsᴛ (ɴᴏᴜɴ) Vᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ꧁꧂ Time passed by really quicky… In a week it was going to be the coronation ceremony, in which Luciano is going to become the next king legally. Elijah and Angel got much closer to each other, in these few months, but Angel always felt weird whenever he was around. There was something wrong with his aura. Maybe it’s the way his deep orbs stares at her, intensely, as if he was digging a hole inside of her? She always pondered if there was something wrong with her, maybe that’s why he would look at her for such long time. The poor Angel didn’t know that he wasn’t just looking at her, but he was ogling at her; practically staring at her in a lecherous manner, because he felt indescribably sexually drawn to her. Sometimes he would just want to pin her down and ruin her inexorably, but he couldn’t—well at least for now. He knew that she was his sister-in-law and that thinking of her licentiously is a sin, but he really didn’t care about

[this book contains mature content, violence, abuse, r*pe, Please leave if you're uncomfortable with it. ] ꧁꧂ Placing her hands above her chest, Angel made her way upstairs, while holding the hem of her long white dress preventing herself from tripping on the stairs. 'I don't care if she's my sister in law or not. I want her.' ~~ Elijah headed upstairs and went to the rooftop, to get some fresh air. After a while, he made his way down the stairs.That's when his eyes caught Angel. He stopped on his tracks and stared at her petite figure. Licking his lips at the sight, he eyed her shamelessly. She was getting ready to the bedding ceremony; in which the newlyweds couple have to intimate with each other. Angel was wearing a red silk robe that reached her knees. It exposed her marvellous collarbones and her cleavage to die for . Her hair was left open as her black silky hair delicately fell on her body and she wasn't wearing any makeup, but she still looked as gorgeous as she