Bob Mathews had been a truck driver for twenty three years. He hadn't a wife or kids, so his job was his life. He had tried the wife thing once, but like everything else in his life, it didn't pan out. The only thing that he stayed with him through his fifty six years, had been his love for the big trucks and the lonely roads. He was definitely a shallow man, who had seen too many bar fights and women who found men that drove the big rigs appealing, but they weren't the kind of women you'd bring home to your ma. He tucked a cigarette in his mouth as his right hand searched for his lighter on the seat. He was singing, rather badly, to an old Willie Nelson tune as he watched the road ahead. A light drizzle made him turn on the wipers. His hand was still searching for his lighter, and out of frustration, he took his eyes off the road and glanced down. He quickly found it and flicked it, causing an eerie glow inside the cab. He released the little red tab causing the flame to extinguish,
“Natie.” Elsa said in greeting, not knowing what else to say. Despite the woman being a brunette, her short cropped hair had blond and auburn streaks throughout. To Elsa, it actually looked pretty good. She was a heavy set woman and when she smiled dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth making her look undeniably cute and trustworthy. “And this is Melody,” she placed her hand on the other woman's shoulder, “She is an expert in fashion.”“Melody.” Elsa greeted still gaping . Melody was a tall, lovely, thin woman, who was evidently no stranger to fashion. There wasn't a wrinkle on her tan slacks, white embroidered blouse, and multicolored scarf that she wore loosely around her neck and draped over her left shoulder and chest.“It's nice to meet you Miss Collins.” She stated genuinely. She turned back to Elsa, “I know they seem like normal staff here on the estate, but Mr. Edwards does not hire simple staff. We all are highly educated.” She reached up and tipped Elsa's mouth
Ted caught up with her halfway down the hall. “Why don't you believe at least one of us?”She stopped and turned to him, “Because Tanya's story is full of holes. She never wanted Elsa near Lucas in the first place. She tried her best to sabotage that date they had the other night and she treated her like crap. Now she has made up this ridiculous story to make him look like a freak. He is a respected, honest businessman and no one has been able to discredit him, professionally or otherwise.” Linda shook her angrily, “She must think we're stupid enough to believe this crazy story or she would have never told us about it.”“You should always believe your friends. Think of how frightened she was of him and how frightened I was when I saw him last night.”“Of course you were. He's quite intimidating, being so wealthy and all. And you did trick his girlfriend into going out with you. I'm sure you would be fit to kill if someone did that to you. Also, Tanya is a good actress.”“What about
“Who? Me? You can't hold me against my will Mr. Edwards. I have rights and people will be looking for me. Besides, I'm not the one with glowing eyes.” She accused.“Yes you do have rights.” Lucas took Elsa's hand and turned to leave giving Jason a private look as he left.Jason read his meaning, the girl was his.“where are you going? Lucas, Elsa….I'm talking to you!” she yelled as Lucas shut the door.“Are you going to hurt her?”“No, Elsa, there are other ways.” He nearly took her life when she had brought information of Elsa, but he'd since changed his mind, “She is no threat to us.” He led her to his door, opened it, and allowed her to enter first. Elsa noticed that the room looked as though nothing had happened only a few hours ago. The table and chairs by the fire were gone, obviously broken. She shuddered at the images of the fight. She turned and faced Lucas, “Will that…that is…” She didn't know exactly what to call him.“Jack.”“Yes.” She involuntary touched her neck where h
Let me take youback in timewhen Kings ruleNot a fancy Royal taleBut an Uncivilized Urban StoryNot the kind of King over Whom the kingdom dependsBut a King For Whom People hide and escapedA King who Isn't known as Hero but a Blood KingA King who doesn't give people relief but steal things and kill them brutallyNot A Golden Crown with Golden Throne decorated with jewelBut A Stolen Jewel Crown with Gold Throne Decorated with bearskinNot a Delicate QueenBut a lowly Sharp-tongued SlaveNot fancy big Castlebut the building of a stoned wallWill Love to Conquer Lust?Will Love to Change Everything?∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆Cesar ChavezKing of all kings he was. The person from whom every other kingdom is terrified. None dare to collide with his Men and none have ever won against him. The barbarian king is running his kingdom by stealing and killing people. They enslaved beautiful women and used them to fulfill their sexual needs. " Bellechester, This is our next target!We have nev
Wolves howling in the background distract me from my woe for a split second, causing me to stumble over a prominent root protruding from the ground. I fall, pulling my maidservant down with me."Are you alright, my lady?" Michelle's voice comes out in a rushed whisper. My heart's beating faster than it ever beat before, and I can hear the sound of twigs cracking under rough, bare feet nearing us."Shh," I whisper, wiping my tears with a shaky hand. "I can hear them. They're close—you know what they do when they find women hiding."The maid's eyes widen. "I feel as if I am too afraid to ask,"Michelle whimpered. Hidden in the brush, I peer through the leaves to look at my surroundings. The sound of barking wolves can still be heard, but the footsteps have gone deeper into the forest than we have. "They take them as sex slaves. I thought you knew."A crunch of a twig and the swift rustling of leaves makes Michelle yelp and shake uncontrollably. "We can't be captured, my lady. We must ru
I look at the body that is carrying me. The broad copper shoulders and long black hair weaved into a fuzzy braid that reached his hips. I look at the side of his serene features. It's drinks of Waterfall.I'm horrified instantly and begin to struggle as I see Three horses carrying a passed-out Michelle on his shoulders. "No fight," Drinks of Waterfall hisses at me. "Almost there."My heart pounds inside my chest. There's no use in struggling because I already know that I won't escape drinks of Waterfall's arms; and even if I did, I'd quickly be caught. I was, after all, in a barbarian kingdom. I was surrounded and I was an outcast. This is just like a nightmare surrounding me and dragging me toward hell. My heart is not calm and my hands never stopped shivering. My tears had dried on my face and I resorted to whimperinghelplessly in the arms of the monstrous man after I had no tears left for me to let out. I had sworn not to be caught; I could not be a sex slave. I cannot betray Cord
He makes a noise like he had been stuck with a question for days and just now found the answer to his question. He takes his finger out of me and then sucks it into his mouth, separating those sweet russet lips and swirling his wet liquid-coated finger into his mouth.I stay still and silent, completely taken aback by what he is doing.My voice wasn't coming out of my mouth due to fear. Flames spark down near my spine as I watch and he looked straight into my eyes, smirking badly and greedily sucking my nectar off of his finger like it was some sort of fine wine.He is the most disgusting person I have met in my entire life... It was the most erotic thing I had ever experienced.He took his finger out of his mouth and rested his hand next to my head. "Virgin," he whispers before laughing deeply. " Say Something in your beautiful voice "I was scared to say what I want to be thinking what if he kills me out of anger still I said because living like this is worst than death." Please