ANMELDENTeilen
A War Of Ownership
Veröffentlichungsdatum:
28.02.2026 19:58:18
Aktuellstes Kapitel
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Trap
POV: NikolaiThe silence that followed the slamming of those car doors was louder than any explosion. I stood frozen on my one good foot, my palm sweating against the grip of the Beretta. Through the thin slats of the blinds, I didn't see the flashing blue and red lights of local police cruisers. I saw three matte-black SUVs, their engines hot and ticking in the crisp morning air. Heavy-set men in tactical gear and balaclavas were spilling out of the doors, moving with a synchronized, military precision that I knew all too well.It was Victor’s private recovery team. His personal cleaners. They didn't come to make an arrest or build a case for the evening news. They came to wipe the slate clean and bring back the dead."They’re wrapping around the back," Henry whispered, his voice shaking but his hands steady as he checked the magazine of his Glock. He looked up at me, his eyes bloodshot and pleading. "Nikolai, I swear to you, I didn't want this. I can draw their fire. I can buy you
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Henry's Betrayal
POV: NikolaiI leaned heavily against the log wall, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The fever was still playing tricks with my brain, making the room tilt slightly to the left, but my eyes were locked onto Henry. Clara was standing between us like a tiny, fierce shield, her shoulders squared and her eyes flashing with a commanding authority I’d never seen in her before. I liked it. God, I loved it. But I still didn't trust the air in this room. Something felt heavy. Something felt completely off.Henry was pacing the small floor space, his hands moving wildly as he explained the logistics of the northern bunker. He looked stressed, his face covered in sweat and dirt, his torn suit jacket flapping with every step. He was talking fast, entirely too fast for a guy who usually handled a crisis like a stone-cold killer."The route is clear for now, but we have to move within the next twenty minutes," Henry was saying, his voice tight as he checked his wrist. "If we miss the windo
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Henry's Arrival
POV: ClaraThe knock came again. It was three short, deliberate taps against the weathered wood, sounding incredibly loud in the suffocating silence of the cabin.My heart didn't just skip a beat; it stopped completely. My lungs froze, and I could feel the cold sweat gluing my oversized hoodie to my spine. Nikolai’s grip on my shoulder tightened until it was borderline painful, his fingers digging into my flesh like iron claws. He didn't make a sound, but his breathing turned into a low, dangerous hiss. He leaned his weight against the barricaded door, his good hand reaching blindly for the heavy wooden chair we had jammed under the knob."Clara," a voice called out from the other side.It wasn't deep and smooth like Silas’s. It was rough, gasping, and entirely familiar."Henry?" I whispered, my voice cracking."Open the damn door, Clara," Henry panted from the porch. "It's me. I'm alone. Hurry up before someone sees me."I looked up at Nikolai. His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and swi
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Paranoia
POV: NikolaiEvery second Clara was gone felt like a drop of acid eating away at my nerves. I lay on that dusty bed, staring at the ceiling, counting the cracks in the wood just to keep from throwing up from the pain in my leg. The fever was making my skin crawl, but the helplessness was worse. I was Nikolai Draven. I didn't hide in sheds while my girl bought groceries.When the cabin door finally creaked open, I almost took my own head off turning to look.Clara walked in, carrying two plastic bags. But she didn't look like she’d just gone to a small-town store. She looked like she had just seen a ghost. Her face was completely white, her lips were trembling, and she dropped the bags onto the wooden table with a loud thud."What happened?" I demanded, my voice sharp, instantly trying to sit up. A white-hot spike of agony shot through my thigh, and I hissed, digging my fingers into the mattress. "Clara. Look at me. Did someone see you?"She took off her sunglasses, her eyes wide and
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Meeting Silas
POV: ClaraThe little grocery store smelled like stale popcorn and old wooden floors. It was light-years away from the high-end boutique markets I’d gotten used to over the last few months. There were no imported cheeses, no organic juices, and definitely no private security guards waiting by the door to carry my bags. The luxury was gone, and the transition felt like dropping from a warm bed straight onto a block of ice.I pulled the hood of my oversized gray sweatshirt lower over my forehead, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. The plastic sunglasses I’d found in the truck’s glove box were slipping down the bridge of my nose because my face was slick with a cold sweat. I felt like a giant, glowing target walking down the narrow aisles.Every time a floorboard creaked, I flinched. Every time an old lady looked up from her shopping cart, my stomach did a sickening flip."Did she see the morning news?" I muttered to myself, my eyes darting toward the cash register. "Do
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son A Map Of Sins
POV: NikolaiBy the time I woke up, my head was pounding a bit less than yesterday, but my throat felt like I’d swallowed a handful of dry sand. I stayed still for a second, just listening. The silence of the woods was heavy, but it wasn't all that was there. Underneath the sound of the wind in the pines, there was a faint, crackling noise.It was a radio.I blinked my eyes into focus. The cabin was small, smelling of old cedar and the damp clothes we’d shed last night. Clara was sitting at a small wooden table a few feet away. She’d found an old battery-operated radio on one of the shelves, and she was leaning over it, her forehead resting in her hands. She looked exhausted. She was still wearing a shirt that was three sizes too big for her, probably something I’d left in the trunk here years ago."Turn it up," I croaked.Clara jumped, her shoulders nearly hitting her ears. She looked at me, her eyes wide and bloodshot. "You’re awake. God, Nikolai, you scared me. You were talking in
Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Burning The Ghost Ships
POV: ClaraThe greenhouse smelled of damp earth and rot, a heavy scent that stuck to the back of my throat. It was supposed to be a sanctuary, a glass-walled escape from the marble and steel of the mansion, but even here the air felt thin.I found my mother sitting on a stone bench, her hands folde
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-19Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Hostage
Clara's POVThe black SUV pulled up the circular driveway, and my stomach performed a slow, agonizing flip. My parents stepped out, looking so small against the backdrop of the Draven estate.My mother looked even more slender than the last time I had seen her, her kind face was etched with that pe
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-17Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son The Honeymoon Lie
POV: CLARAVictor stood in the driveway, his hands moving over every inch of the new vintage car he had bought that morning. “This thing is perfect,” he said. “Nikolai, you and Clara take it for a full test drive to the valley and back. I have a conference call starting in five minutes and I need t
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-28Sinfully His: Craving The Devil's Son Bruises Beneath The Surface
POV: NikolaiI stared at the muddy footprint on the white marble of the hallway and felt like a total idiot. It was a clear, brown smudge right outside the library door. I must have been more out of it than I thought when I got back from the Quinn shed yesterday. If I was getting this sloppy, Victo
Zuletzt aktualisiert : 2026-03-23
Das könnte dir auch gefallen
Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies
Pamela977.6K AufrufeThe Trap Of Ace
Eva Zahan1.0M AufrufeONLY YOU
Rosa Kane759.4K AufrufeHer Graceful War Song
Summer's Blaze936.6K AufrufeDuke Damian, The Duchess Wants a Divorce!
Raisaa12 AufrufeThe Billionaire I Hated Is My Baby Daddy
Sammywrite46 AufrufeYOU DON’T GET TO WALK AWAY
Janey18 AufrufeThe Billionaire Hockey Captain's Chubby Obsession
Silly hearty 109 Aufrufe
