Monster

His hand wrapped in her hair, yanking her face up to him to look into his angry eyes. "Tell me where the fuck is he?" He growled, making her shudder in fear. "Tell me now!""I..I..won't..." she whimpered due to a sharp pain shot through her skull.He grabbed his pistol and pressed it right on her temple, snarling, "Are you going to tell me or you wish for death?!""I want to die..." she cried out, begging him to kill her and let her free from the pain she had been suffering for a few years.Anger roared through him as he pressed the gun in her temple wanting nothing more than to kill that bitch right that moment but something snapped inside him when his eyes fell on her body, and a cruel smile curved his lips.He met her fearful gaze while sneering, "Not before getting a taste of you!" **********

Rain lashed against the windows like it was trying to claw its way into the house. The sky was black, starless, the storm outside echoing the one inside Harley’s chest. She stood at the edge of the living room, fists clenched at her sides, watching Justin pace like a caged animal. “You lied to me,” he said finally, stopping in front of her. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was sharp—cutting. “All this time. You let me believe she was you.” Harley swallowed hard, blinking away the burning in her eyes. “I didn’t plan for it to happen that way. It just… it spun out of control. I was trying to protect her.” Justin scoffed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Protect her? By marrying me in her place? By pretending to be someone you’re not? That’s not protection, Harley. That’s betrayal.” The word stung. More than she wanted to admit. She looked away, focusing on the trembling shadow of the trees outside instead of his face. “I didn’t want to lose you,” she whispered. Silence. That awf

“Promise me, you’ll be safe,” my brother said.I smiled. “I’ll be safe, Ned.”Suddenly, my car crashed into something, sending me to the edge of the bridge. I peeked at the river below and then something happened I never expected. I was in the water, drowning deeper and deeper. I threw my arms and legs desperately to get out of it. I was fighting for every last bit of air, but all I could see was water. I gasped and gasped and gasped……My eyes shot open, and a scream escaped my mouth. I gasped, my breath labored and my heart was pounded harder. It took me a few minutes to realize; I was not in the water. No water! Only darkness, it was darkness everywhere. Moonlight was the only source of light through the small window.Where am I?The last thing I remembered, I was about to fall into the river, but someone yanked me out of the car at the last second.But who?Suddenly, the door creaked open, and the light hit my face. I winced because of the bright light piercing directly into my eye

The mansion had everything: a swimming pool, home theater, greenhouse, library, kitchen and well-stock pantry, cellar, many bedrooms, high windows, and valuable paintings that must have been in museums, I guess. I had never been to such an expensive place before. I knew there were a lot of things, but I had skipped them because I would not spend my entire life in this golden cage. I couldn't care less if my husband was a billionaire, criminal, or Greek god! All I care about is getting out of this place. I don't know how long he would keep me like this. It had been a week since the wedding night and I was unable to find a way to get out of here. If I would jump through my room window, I would certainly end up with 200 broken bones because it was too high to jump. And sneaking out of this place was not possible with Luther's men, who always patrolled the perimeter of the mansion.I didn't know how many people live in this place or people did really exist here. Because all I could see

We got out of the mansion and dashed into the car and the next moment the engine roared and we drove away. It was night, cold and dark. I was trembling violently, not because of the cold, but because of fear. It devastated me! It seemed like my mind was frozen. My heart was hurting. It was hurting for him! Why? He deserved it, didn’t he? But who had given me such courage to stab right into his guts? I hurt him? I put a hand on my mouth to keep my voice down. I didn’t want to cry; I had hurt no one before, but I hurt him. Oh, my god! Did I slash his skin? Yes, I did. How? Because I was angry! I was angry because he killed Daisy! I was angry because he forced me to marry him! I was angry because he wanted to destroy Laura! He deserved everything. But still, I couldn’t erase his hurt face from my mind. Luther looked hurt. I had promised him I would sleep with him, but what did I do to him? Stab him and leave him for dead. His men were unconscious. He was unconscious. Then who will