Novel-novel oleh Pratiksha Prakash Rathod

Author's POV The gunshot rings into the cold air, echoing like a scream. Darkest red colour blood splattered on the floor, staining the wall red.Three men stood watching, almost enjoying themselves as the victim dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach. His breaths were broken, insane fear was clear on his face. He could see death staring back at him.Desperately, the man pressed his trembling hands together, pleading, his entire body shaking from pain and terror. “Please… don’t kill me. I have kids, my wife is waiti-....”The sentence died in his throat as another gunshot tore through his skin, straight into his heart.His body collapsed backward on the floor, a fresh pool of blood spreading beneath him.“What the fuck did you just do, Ethan?” The growl ripped through the silence of the corridor.Ethan let out a slow sigh, turning around. His hazel eyes show irritation. “I hate those family dreams, Alexander,” he muttered, rolling his eyes. “Motherfucker annoyed me.” With a sh

Iris POV A car screeched to a halt in front of me. The door swung open, and there he was my savior, David. Without any hesitation, I ran inside. The moment I shut the door, he floored the accelerator. The car shot forward, cutting the air like smooth butter. David is the best in it.He pulled into an underground parking area of a tall building, no one can suspect we were hiding here. David turned off the engine and stepped out, as I did a wide smile on his face as he came around to me.He opened his arms for a hug, but I instinctively stepped back. He stopped patting the back of his head awkwardly.“Sorry,” he mumbled. “I forgot you don’t like physical touch.”I shook my head gently. “It’s okay.”He nodded, then led me inside. The elevator hummed softly as it carried us upward. We stopped on one of the higher floors, where David pulled out a key from his pocket and unlocked the door of a neat apartment. He puts the key into my hand.“This is yours for now,” he said, “But don’t you da

Iris POV He moved, letting the bullet hit the window. The glass shattered into pieces, making a loud noise.His lips curved into a victorious smirk as he got exactly what he wanted, and realization struck me. I had just used a gun and I shot him with perfect aim.“My little thing knows how to use a gun,” he said, his feet carrying him closer to me. “But as far as I know, you’re a teacher. And the precision you used while shooting at me… that’s something only a professional would have.”“I….. I learn it for self defence” I try to defend myself.His hand shot out, wrapping around my throat firm enough to kill me with little more pressure. He yanked me forward, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath sharp and furious.“I hate liars,” he growled, voice low and venomous.The air shifted.I dared to meet his eyes. The moment I did, my breath caught in my throat.He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear.“Do you know what I do to liars?”His voice was a whisper. But it was more terrif

Iris POV I let my body sink into the mattress. My back pressed against the sheets, my eyes fluttered closed, and warm tears escaped the corners, disappearing into my hairline.It is nothing new for me, but I never thought my father would go this blind in power ignoring his daughter marrying her, not sealing her to the criminal.I closed my eyes hoping for the same peace getting lost in my world.In sleep I listen to the sound of cracking then footsteps like someone is coming. Who will come here? I try to ignore it because it is maybe midnight and I often get nightmares so vivid they feel real. I turned away, ignoring it.But my consciousness telling me to wake. I feel like someone is watching me, it is too strong. My eyelashes opened slowly but as soon as I opened my eyes, my sleep vanished like smoke.A figure was the first thing I saw when I woke, sitting on my bed beside me and in a flash I felt a hand on my mouth burying my scream that had come to my throat. He hovers over me in

Iris POV My heart races violently with every passing second from his closeness, his hot breath grazes my forehead, his intense eyes they’re stripping me bare and that lustful stare... It's even making it hard to breathe. I feel like I’m going to faint.My lips tremble as I try to form a word, a last time testing my luck."Please… can-cel the wedding, Mr. Stone.”I try to keep my voice steady, but his presence makes it impossible. I silently pray to God, please, make him cancel it. I can’t marry a criminal... a murderer, rapist, or whatever monstrous crimes he’s committed. I can’t marry him.His brown eyes are piercing, the scars running across his cheek make him look even more dangerous and his thick, wavy, shoulder-length hair frames his face with an unsettling beauty. But I know how ugly he is on the inside. Why does God make the worst men look the most beautiful? Maybe He realizes His mistake and leaves behind the scars.“Now I’ve seen you, there’s no chance of that.” His voice co