LOGIN(Book 1 of Exodus Series) Azalia Davis works as an undercover agent. She's a high ranking agent and everyone feared her, even their agency. Rumors have it, she was traumatised by her past that she cannot control her hunger over blood and violence. Her missions were always easy not until she was assigned in a VIP mission that involved protecting a very annoying man who goes by the name Zakael Dela Priego. Will he be able to tame the fire raging inside her, or will he choose to get burned instead?
View MoreRain drummed on the sidewalk as Nicole Xander stumbled along the empty road, her bare toes scrabbling on greasy cement. Her mind was in a mess, her head was spinning and she couldn't understand what was happening to her. Sarah, her college buddy and best friend appeared in front of her, pushing that final drink at her with a sly grin.
"Just one more, Nic. Relax for me." Now Nicole understood. The men who had cornered her at the party, their hungry eyes and grasping hands, Sarah had organized it. Her own so-called best friend had drugged her drink and delivered her to them like an offering. But she had escaped. She heard the roar of an engine and looked up from under the rain. A black Maybach pulled up alongside her, its dark glass reflecting her disturbance. The rear window dropped down, and the figure of a man was present. "Get in." The voice was deep, commanding. Not a request. "I. I don't." Nicole stumbled, clinging to a street sign for support. The car door swung open and a man stepped out. Tall, imposing, wearing a high quality dark suit that somehow still appeared pristine even in the rain. His face was jagged lines and shadows, but his eyes dark and intense pierced her. "You're not safe out here," he told her bluntly. Something in the way he stood anchored Nicole when everything else was whirling around her. The drug she had taken fogged her mind, but it also dampened her inhibitions, made her body react to the magnetic field of this man. "Who are you?" she breathed. "Timothy." He extended his hand. "And you need help don't you?" Nicole let herself be guided by him, allowing him to lead her into the warm confines of the car. As they sped through the city, she couldn't help but glance at him repeatedly. Something about Timothy permitted her to feel secure and drawn to him in a possibly dangerous manner. "What is your name?" he inquired, his voice cutting through her trance like state. "Nicole." He studied her in the dim light, taking in her torn dress, her tangled hair, the way she trembled despite the car's warmth. "What happened to you?" "My best friend." Nicole's voice broke. "She drugged me. Set me up with some men." She couldn't finish, but Timothy's jaw clenched with understanding. The drug was making everything seem not real, and it was heightening all the feelings. When Timothy's hand brushed against hers as he grasped for his phone, Nicole could sense electricity course through her frame. "I'm taking you somewhere safe," he said, but his voice was now harsh. "I don't want to be alone," Nicole whispered, and meant it. The drug was courage building, taking away her usual reserve. "I just keep thinking about what nearly happened. what they wanted to do to me." Timothy's eyes dimmed. "You're safe now." But as they reached the Grandview Hotel, Nicole halted him. "Please," she begged, her green eyes welling up with unshed tears and desire precipitated by the drug out of her control. "Don't leave me alone tonight.... I want you" Timothy froze, absolutely frozen. He'd made his reputation on command, on keeping himself removed from trouble. But there was something about this woman... her vulnerability mixed with the glint in her eyes, breaking down each of the walls he'd put up. "Nicole, you don't know what you're asking." "I know exactly what I'm requesting," she said, her head moving toward him in the back seat. The tension between them thick with electricity. "I want you inside of me... Let me feel you, will you." As her lips met his, Timothy's finally lost his cool. He kissed and sucked her tongue like his life depends on it.“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.”A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.Do I? I was too busy being a moaning mess for me to stop him. I was enjoying this as much as he does. Am I seriously considering this?“This isn’t fair.” I murmured, heavy breathing and wet strands sticking all over my face. I gripped onto his arms so hard that my nails clawed his skin. His fingers were perfect, slowly tormenting my sensitive folds. A finger slid inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. Heat erupted from my core like fire. I was so close to a release. My desperate cry of pleasure intensified; Zakael knew I was close.I hear Zakae
That night I slept like a baby. I slept better than I had in years. Zakael’s embrace was warm and tight, it almost felt like home. But it was just one night. I doubt there would be another chance of us sleeping together in one bed. I won’t allow it. Today, Zakael is just working from home. Meanwhile, Lewis was nowhere to be found. He mentioned that he’s needed at the agency for last week’s report. Ruby sent me an email of Zakael’s schedule and meetings for this week and the next. His schedule is packed as hell. I wouldn’t last a day in such a tedious job like his. Maybe, I’m just not meant for corporate jobs. I want to be out there more in the field, you know? Like tormenting people… Wrapping the clean robe around my body, I stepped out of the bathroom. But before I could walk all the way to the closet, I noticed a huge box sitting on the edge of my bed. It was a white box with a logo that shimmered in rose gold. It was a designer brand and I know an expensive designer when I see on
"Do you understand?" Zakael asked. "Yes." The word escaped my mouth hesitantly. I could not for a second, recognize my own voice. It was the tone of submission; my voice was so soft and dripping with acquiescence. It’s not often you can see Azalia Davis in a state of submission. Zakael stared at every inch of my face; half of my face was darkened with blood and I just hoped it’s dark enough for him to not notice. His thumb ran over my cheek, rubbing off a spatter of blood near my eye. I looked for a single emotion in his eyes… anything. Fear? Concern? Disgust? But I looked and there was none. Zakael looked at me calmly, almost too calm for a normal person. My clothes were soaked with blood that isn’t mine. I know my job is dangerous. It involved hurting and killing people. I could be in danger anytime. It’s a part of our job as agents. Zakael slowly withdrew his hand from my face. "You should wash up and rest." He said softly. "Zakael." I called his name in a soft whisper, almos
"Frank!" My mom cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room, along with my mom's sobbing. She repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but my dad wasn’t budging. My dad was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second for that pistol to fire right through my dad’s head. "Frank!" My mom cried my dad’s name as if he would wake up anytime soon. His body was starting to get colder in her arms. The warmth of his skin and the life in his eyes were now slowly fading away. "Mom?" A faint voice echoed inside the living room of our house, and I walked out of my bedroom silently. I looked over to the man who was holding a white handkerchief. It was still fresh in my mind—this memory that would scar me forever. I saw how that man pointed a gun at my dad. How calmly he pulled the trigger, like it was just a normal day at work. Unknowingly, I memorized the face, the gestures, and the physique of my father’s killer. Seeing a loved one die right bef
Dressed in nothing but black and melancholy, I made my way inside Lucid Haven. It's an exclusive club for elites, rich people. The interior itself screamed of luxury. The crowd was crazy loud, people were surrounded by dazzling disco lights and white smoke. There's a dance floor in the middle filled
A smirk stretched my lips as I stared at the screen of my TV. I was sitting on the couch comfortably with my feet placed on the center table; a bowl of fries lay flat on my stomach. I was hired yesterday, and now I am already a bartender at Clementine. Who thought it would be that easy to get into C
“Hey, Ruby,” I smiled, looking over at Ciara, who was sitting across from me. Ciara smiled and kept mouthing something. I furrowed my brows at her, and when I finally understood, I put the call on speaker. “Where the hell is Ciara?” Ruby’s voice boomed, angrily. I looked at the frowning Ciara. Cia
It had been three years since I got back to New York City. I entered my apartment and immediately took a shower, sliding into the tub and staring at the bathroom wall in front of me. A sigh escaped my lips. I was tired, but I couldn't close my eyes; otherwise, I would fall asleep in the bathroom. I
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