All Chapters of Crave Me, My Monster : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~Author’s POV~ Harriet sat, her eyes glued to the TV as she tossed a few pieces of popcorn into her mouth until her vision slowly began to dim. Meanwhile, Rael, who was seated just beside her noticed this, his eyes coated with something unfathomable as he stared at her. Her head rested onto the backrest in an uncomfortable way, and the box of popcorn in her hand was almost spilling. Rising to his feet, he turned off the TV, picking her up and heading to the room. Once he placed her on the bed, he didn't leave. Instead, he sunk onto the bed beside her, pulling her closer as he buried his face in her neck. She stirred in her sleep before finally settling down. The night seemed peaceful. The next day came, and Harriet's eyes fluttered open. She groaned before trying to stretch, only to notice something heavy holding her down. Her gaze trailed to rest on the hand wrapped tightly around her waist, making her eyes widen. Since when did the man start sleeping in her room? She managed to

~Author’s POV~ They had exited the car, Rael's shirt soaking in his own blood from the wound. Harriet's face twisted into something unfathomable. Pain? She'd gotten hurt herself, but seeing another person get hurt from shielding her, she felt her eyes moistening. What was wrong with her? She was never one to cry. Rael noticed the girl's tears and immediately felt at a loss for words. He had never seen a woman cry, so didn't really know how to Cajole them. At the moment, the girl who looked all brave and sassy while seducing him now looked like a scared kitten. He quickly pulled her into his embrace, stopping her from looking at the damaged car. It wasn't because he wanted to, it was because the car at this point had been dented to a point of no return. If she saw it, she would wonder how they had survived the accident at all. Harriet, feeling Rael pull her into his arms, stiffened, beads of tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking his shirt. Why was she even crying! Was it because

~Author’s POV~ “Ahh!” A surprised yelp tore from her lips as he spun her over, pinning her beneath him. “How about we go down to business?” Rael's voice rang out, making her shiver. His eyes coated with something she couldn't quite fathom as he leaned in. She thought he would capture her lips–kiss her. But when he did the next second made her eyes widen. He had spread her legs apart, tearing a hole in her pajama pants. Damnit! Her favorite pajama was ruined by the man!She frowned, wanting to give him a piece of her mind, yet he'd already pulled her panties away from her sex, leaving it bare under his gaze. Harriet felt a sudden rush of air in her pussy, making her shiver. It wasn't long until Rael's middle finger slipped into her wetness. “Ah!” She moaned, making his lips curl up. “Look how wet you are for me, hmm?” He cooed, leaning in as his lips brushed her reddened ear. This woman had definitely done something to him, he thought. If not, why couldn't he get enough of her? Wh

~Author’s POV~ “Wha–” she started, but was cut off by the hand that came to cover her mouth in the next second. With one hard jab of her elbow, she struck the person, hearing a groan erupt from his lips, but still, he didn't let her go. It wasn't until that familiar Sandalwood smell hit her nostrils that she mellowed. Rael put the woman down, watching as she turned to finally face him. There was a hint of surprise in her eyes once she realized who it was. Harriet, who had not expected the man to be here, felt her heart stop. He'd seen her sliding off a two-story building in the middle of the night. She expected him to ask, but he calmly stared at her in the night, his eyes clear. “Let's go,” came his voice, and she nodded, following the man out of the woods. It turned out that the warehouse was located in an uncommon neighborhood in the city. She couldn't help but shiver. She couldn't tell if they wanted her dead or something else.After getting to the main road, Rael pulled ope

~Author’s POV~ Harriet rubbed her bleary eyes at the commotion in front of her, and when she finally lifted her gaze again, she found that it was just her father, Miranda, as well as Kylie, who had a fake smile plastered across her face. It had been long since she saw them, except for Kylie, who she saw everyday at school. “Oh, dear. We learned that you got into an accident and was hospitalized, so we came to visit,” Mr Anderson said, his tone dripping with false concern that it almost made Harriet's heart flutter, yet she could only roll her eyes. “What do you want?” She asked, her voice coming out as a croak, making the man pause. “Kylie, why don't you handover the fruits to your sister?” He asked, making Kylie smile before walking over to buy the basket of fruit on the bedside table. The fact that Kylie seemed calm did not go unnoticed by Harriet. She keenly stared at the trio, her eyes coated with suspicion. She could already guess why they had come here. But now the question