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SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK LORD HAS FALLEN
LAURAThe moment I slipped into my wedding dress, I felt a sense of nostalgia wash over me. I think I've over stressed the fact that I never thought I was going to get married, but here I was."Don't cry now." Maria said wiping the makeup off my face with a wiper, she was careful enough not to ruin my makeup.I looked beautiful and the thought of it made me cry. I wonder what Matteo was feeling right now, I was hundred percent sure he wasn't crying but I wanted to know what he was feeling.The dress fit me perfectly, and I could feel the weight of the material. It was the main reason I didn't want to choose a ball dress, but I had to reduce my diet for a week so I could be able to fit into this dress. For some strange reason, I kept adding weight.I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt like a princess, princess Ariel and I knew that today was going to be the best day of my life. The dress acted like a second skin clinging to my flesh as if it was clinging for
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK PINK LINES
LAURAAfter a series of pointless questions, I was allowed to leave. I had seen that Matteo was alright and I guess it reduced my tension.I had imagined our wedding night, we would bang from dusk till dawn, but I guess karma had other plans. I was alone on our bed crying my eyes out."It had to be on our wedding day." I said between sobs, soon after the door opened revealing Maria, she came with a tray of food, but I didn't have any appetite. All I wanted was for Matteo to be by my side. "You haven't eaten all day." She said as she dropped the tray, the aroma was nice but I didn't want to eat. "The boss won't like it if you don't eat, he asked Viktor to take care of you, and Viktor asked me to make sure you ate." I shook my head.Though crying will not bring Matteo back I just couldn't control my emotions today.Maria brought a spoon of whatever was on the plate to my mouth, when I tasted it, the fish didn't sit well with my stomach and I immediately ran to the toilet to empty out m
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK NEW BEGINNING
LAURA"Here," he said, pressing the passport into my hands. "This is our ticket to a new life. We can be whoever we want to be."I looked down at the passport, my heart racing. It had my picture but with brunette hair, but with a different name and date of birth, it held the name, Lacey Vincent's.It held new possibilities for me, to start a new life especially for the child inside me, he or she wouldn't know violence or wars. It was more than perfect.But how did he do this in less than twenty four hours? In recent times, I had learnt to not doubt Matteo, the man has his ways.Lacey sounds like a typical American name, someone who spends her fourth of June watching fireworks not dancing in a club. Lacey sounded like someone who probably was a virgin and had never been kidnapped or lost a baby before.I touched the passport and it looked authentic, Matteo gave me another one and it showed him, with a name, Marcus Kings. His picture had shorter hair and a look that didn't exude the dar
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK BEAUTIFUL END
MATTEO (The Dark Lord)There she was again. Red haired, green eyes. Beautiful. Damn the way she moves.I don't know why, I couldn't help it, I just couldn't look away. Night after night, I found myself here, looking at her.There was something about her that I couldn't shake off, I needed to fuck her off me.She moved so confidently and with prescription, and when she mouthed those lyrics, I felt as if she was talking to me.I knew I was thinking with my dick but all I wanted was to pin her down on this fucking VIP glass and fuck her, looking down, I saw that I had gotten Matteo junior hard."Tell Antonio that I want that girl here." I said to no-one in particular but they all scurried around like lap dogs, no one wanted to defy me obviously.Soon after that, she came back in and I was jaw-dropped, she left very little to the imagination and the way she walked . . . . I was going to fuck her tonight and maybe just maybe I would stop seeing her in my dreams. But the girl was a little m
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK FIGURE
Chapter 1One thing I loved about the job was the power. All eyes were on me, and the feeling was electric, almost like cocaine. After every night, I craved for more. Every move I made attracted the eyes of the crowd— I could feel their lust. They all wanted me, and they cheered for me.There was something sensual about stripping; the fact that everyone wanted me when I danced on the pole fascinated me. I loved the job, yes, but I was forced into it, and at that time, my biggest goal in life was to gain my freedom.I stood on the dimly lit stage, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythmic beat of the music. The spotlight shone down on me, casting a seductive glow over my fiery red hair and accentuating every curve of my body. With each movement, I exuded a confidence that made the audience gasp in awe.My on-stage persona had its allure too. That alter ego I created became an extension of myself, someone who exuded confidence and sensuality without hesitation. Remembering the reactio
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK LORD
Chapter 2I didn't think much of it when I decided to storm Antonio's office. By my calculations, I should have finished paying my father's one million five hundred-dollar debt–fifteen valuable years of my life wasted, living in this dump, and five years dedicated to paying a debt that wasn't even my own. I chuckled at that. I didn't know what I wanted to do when I gained my freedom. Maybe I'd get a job waitressing, and then eventually save up to go to college. I didn't even know what I wanted to major in; I just wanted to go to college.Tony wasn't a good man; there aren't good men in this line of work. He had saved me from my hell but dragged me into another one, and my biggest promise to myself was that one day I'd leave The Cellar Door alive. I was brought here when I was ten, and I worked my ass off so one day I'd leave. I had danced here since I was seventeen, started serving drinks at fifteen; you could say my whole childhood was at The Cellar Door.I always thought it would be
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK AGREEMENT
Chapter 3I was done for the day, but with me being desperate to pay Antonio as soon as possible, I tried to see if I could still make money from tips, so I redid my makeup."You did well," Rosita said, and I smiled. She didn't need to tell me, I knew already, but I still thanked her for the compliment so I would not look at his name, Antonio, or sometimes Tony when he was being a pain in the ass. Though Rosita was the closest thing to a friend in the cellar door, her fucking Antonio was a major screw up. I couldn't help but recall the camaraderie I shared with my fellow dancers. We were a tight-knit group, supporting each other through the highs and lows of this profession. Memories of laughter, shared experiences, and the feeling of belonging warmed my heart."The boss wanted to see you," Rosita said. I laughed at the way he had summoned me after our encounter earlier tonight."Good luck," she added, which was weird since she never told me good luck if I wanted to go into Antonio's
SOLD TO THE DARK LORD THE DARK INVITATION
Stepping out of Antonio's office, my heart was beating hard, thoughts raced through me, I was about to become the darklord's toy.The corridor was dark, the shadows played tricks on my senses as I paced, my mind raced. I couldn't let this happen. I had to fight for my freedom, for the life I wanted. I contemplated fleeing but that was near to impossible. As I was moving, three huge men suddenly blocked my path. I wouldn't deny that I was taken aback for a minute. Their height appeared to be the only similarity they had. The one in the middle was African American, the one at the left had a full head of blonde hair while the one at the right had dark black hair and he wore glasses, maybe trying to be James Bond, the mafia's James bond."The dark lord instructed us to escort you to your dressing room, where you are meant to pack your bags," said the Mafia James Bond, his voice deep, as expected from his height. It wouldn't make sense if a man as tall as him would sound like SpongeBob fr
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