The fear had me dizzy, nausea threatening to cover the car with my vomit.“Peter, hold on baby, hold on my love, for me, for us.” I felt delusional. What if he was already dead? There was so much blood. I had taken so much time pulling him outside, looking for the cars, finding keys and then opening the gate. Hope dwindled but I refused to give up. I was not going to lose him. I hit every traffic light. I could barely see the way as the car sped through the road. All the guards had been slaughtered, throats cut across. Peter had taken many of the intruders out but they had been too many for him. Maybe if I came out earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be in my backseat, with me praying he was still alive. Oohh God. What would I do? The phone double blinked and I quickly read, ‘In two hundred meters, turn left,’. Not even navigating the road without the sense of hearing would stop me. Nothing would stop me from getting Peter to the hospital. No one. I was ready to shoot any cop that flagged
Fighting with the hospital staff to get my bed in Peter’s room left me wiped. As soon as the bed was brought in, I passed out. From there I was drifting in and out. At one point something was beeping. Through blurry eyes I watched the nurses rush in and the strength I got from gripping Peter’s hand was gone. They took him. In my head it became a spiral, them telling me he had passed. I lost the grip of reality and the fiction my brain was spinning. More beeping came but this time it was me. I was drowning under rapidly. Through my haze I heard the panicked voices, felt myself being wheeled away before I succumbed into the white abyss.My eyes opened, white blinding lights making me shut my eyes again. Someone was standing right beside my bed yet they said nothing. I felt worse than before and hollow too. Memories of all my brain had picked up drifted in and I painfully opened my eyes, scared to even turn my head to look. My body shook and tears ran down the side of my face, hands sha
“What is this?” I groaned, looking ahead to Peter who was blind folded. Five days and he stopped looking like a ghost. A tux was on his body, a pair of hospital slippers on his feet. I heard the fit he threw three rooms away when they told him to get in a tux and pull on a blindfold. I could already see a bid of sweat from him being out of bed and about. He was still weak but that didn’t stop him from ordering one hit after another on the Italians. It was a bloodbath in the Italian territory for sure. Peter had pulled all resources and declared war which he was winning. I finally reached him, turning to face him, biting away the smile from my lips. “Daisy?” He questioned.I don’t even know how he agreed to be led here but I was happy he hadn’t fought it. I turned to the pastor, nodding my head. “We are gathered here to witness the union between….” I chuckled out loudly and found myself stumbling into Peter as he tugged me to him, a large grin on his face. “I knew you were up
THREE YEARS LATERPeter’s P.O.V.I raised my head, my secretaries rushing from their desk. “Ashton, we will finish this later.” I cut the call and stood up just as the door opened. “Daddy!” Tiny little feet running my way. I could only take two steps with how fast Earla was running, fear rocking up in me with her feet seeming to cross over each other with every step she took. I had never seen someone so small. Were we all that small at a point in our lives? I was still shocked. “Princess.” I lifted her up, kisses on her face. How could skin be so soft? I was afraid I would bruise her. I was afraid I would crush her. She was just so small, so soft, so precious, my daughter, my whole life. She looked as beautiful as her mother, caramel skin with curls all over her head. My reason to live had just stepped into my office. “We brought you lunch.” My baby, the one that made me a father, the one who carried my blood, my heir, my reason to work even harder, my reason to clean up my ac
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This is for the girls that have pure hearts but dark and twisted fantasies. Let’s walk on the edge of the knife together. Disclaimer: In no way or form does the author condone gender-based violence and any assault, especially on women. When a woman says no, a man should listen, understand, and do as told. This is a work of fiction with dark fantasies brought to life. Trigger warnings: Violence, Explicit Language, self-harm, sex, and Non-consensual sexual activities. The male leads are not morally gray, they are just bad bad men. Book tropes: Age gap, Non-consensual, forced marriage, mafia, strong and fierce female lead, and dark romance. BOOK 1: THE EXTERMINATOR'S WIFE SERENE’S P.O.V “It’s time.” Time for my slaughter. Time for my demise. Time for the end of me. I balled my hands into fists, ready to swing them to anyone who dared carry me out of the car. I knew it was futile though. I knew resisting would make the matter worse. Never had a thought ever passed throug
‘I should go back.’ I thought. ‘No, it’s too late.’ I argued. I ran my hands through my hair, ripped out the veil, and threw it down forcefully. I was fucked and I knew it. I shook so hard that even my lips trembled. “What have I done?” I paced back and forth, my eyes skittishly moving in every direction. As soon as the doors of the bus opened I jumped in. There was no way I could escape. There was no way I would survive this. If Slade didn’t kill me first then my supposed husband would skin me alive. The image of him had me shudder again. Eyes so dark they almost seemed to swallow the light, with barely any soul in them. The tattoo could be seen peaking from his shirt and the scorn on his face had made it clear he had already been pissed. He would kill me with his bare hands. I was sure they were gigantic themselves. I shrieked in my seat, folding my arms around my body. I was doomed. “Hey, are you okay?” I jumped as a man touched my side. I nodded my head withou
Trigger warning: This chapter contains non-consensual sexual activity. I was dropped off three hours later in the middle of nowhere. We had left civilization thirty minutes back, just the driver and I. God knows where the other cars had gone. I was raw, staring up at the medium-sized glass house. The glass was dark, sending a shiver down my body. It looked like an expensive and fancy prison I would not be able to escape. Trees were all that rounded it, a tall wire keeping who knows what out. The air was cold, the sun sending its goodbyes. I walked up, opened the door as the car drove to the garage. A smaller house stood just a few miles from where I was heading but it was still in the compound. I took the steps up, raw with emotion. I did not know where my husband was and what I would meet in the house. The handle was pushed down and the door gave way. Did he just leave his house unlocked? “ Hello?” It felt like the start of a scary movie. No one answered, my voice