MasukA heavy, metallic clack sounded loud in the quiet car.I slowly opened my eyes. He had pulled a heavy black handgun from a shoulder holster hidden under his jacket. But he didn't point the barrel at me. He casually checked the metal magazine, snapped it loudly back into place, and slid the weapon sm
"Get your fucking hands off me!" I kicked hard at his heavy boots.He didn't argue. He didn't try to negotiate or calm me down. He just stepped right into my space, completely overpowering my smaller frame. Before I could even process what was happening, his other massive arm wrapped entirely around
The bass from the massive speakers shook the floor right under my heavy leather boots. I was three drinks in, leaning against the sticky edge of the VIP bar, feeling a heavy, warm buzz settle over my brain. I laughed at something my friend yelled over the noise, throwing my head back.I felt good. I
The safety of the helicopter was an illusion. Freedom was a lie.They didn't take Yu Yan to a hospital. They didn't take him to his father.They took him to a penthouse in the center of Shanghai a tower of glass and steel that pierced the smog-choked sky.When Yu Yan woke up, he was in a bed softer
The Stranger the man Yu Yan had emailed, the man he had begged for mercy was not Lu Cheng.The realization hit Yu Yan with the force of a physical blow. All this time, he had thought Lu Cheng was the one on the other end of the screen. But Lu Cheng had been the target of the Stranger too.The screen
The word harvest hung in the air like a death sentence.Yu Yan stared at the nurse, his mind struggling to process the information. "Harvest? He's alive!""He's an 'expendable asset' now," the nurse—whose name tag read Xiao Li—said, her hands shaking as she worked on the lock of Yu Yan’s cuffs. "The
Elias’s hand was a vise in Finn’s hair, holding his head in place as he fucked his mouth. There was no gentleness in it, only a raw, urgent need to claim, to mark, to remind his good boy who he belonged to. The broadcast was over, but the performance was not. This part was just for him. “Take it,”
"Take off the gown." The voice was as sterile and cold as the white-tiled room. Liam sat on the edge of the exam table, the thin paper crinkling under him. He clutched the flimsy cotton gown closed at his throat. Dr. Adrian Cross stood by the counter, his back to Liam, meticulously washing his hand
The engine died with a final, pathetic cough. A plume of steam rose from under the hood of the sports car, hissing on the scorching summer asphalt. Noah cursed, slamming his palms against the steering wheel. He was in the middle of nowhere, a stretch of desert road flanked by nothing but scrub and r
"You are three weeks late, Liam." The voice was calm, which was worse than yelling. Liam stood in the middle of his small, messy living room, his hands shoved in his pockets. Mr. Davies, his landlord, stood by the door. He was a big man, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard starting to show grey at







