Lahat ng Kabanata ng Safe In His Darkness : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Emily Grayson's ( chapter.1)As I stood in the elevator, staring at my own reflection in the polished metal surface, a wave of anxiety washed over me. It was hard not to feel unsettled and nervous, especially because Jack hadn’t called me all day long. Our one-year anniversary was supposed to be a day of celebration and joy, a milestone in our relationship that we had both looked forward to, yet here I was, plagued by the thought that maybe he had simply forgotten. I stood at his workplace, ready to surprise him—a sweet gesture that I hoped would show him just how much he meant to me. Jack had recently been promoted as a manager at this company, a position he had worked incredibly hard for, and I wanted to make our anniversary special for him.Holding a lunchbox in one hand and a carefully wrapped gift in the other, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of apprehension. “Oh God,” I muttered softly to myself, “I just hope he’s not angry that I didn't warn him of my visit today.” J

***ALEXANDER'S ***“What are you going to do about the money?” Raphael asked again, leaning back into the plush seat, a satisfied smile playing on his lips as he exhaled a thin plume of smoke. I followed suit, letting out a calming breath as the rich aroma enveloped us. “I’ll find it,” I said, my confidence unwavering as I licked my lips and reclined back against the comforting leather, sinking into the moment. The car’s interior was quiet, save for the soft crackle of our cigarettes and the distant hum of the city outside. Raphael’s grin widened, and I could tell he had no doubt in my abilities—an understanding forged by our past experiences together. The thrill of the unknown ahead ignited a spark of exhilaration within me.Raphael was my late Uncle James Mariano's son, my mother's brother, which makes him my cousin, his my best friend, second in command, and a skilled sharpshooter. He was only two years younger than I was. No one knew of his existence until his parent

***Alexander Antonio's.*** (Mature Content 18+) I had always been uncertain about the precise reasons behind my attraction to women with brunette hair. To be honest, I had never considered it a preference of mine—if anything, I tended to gravitate towards blondes. Yet, this evening proved to be a turning point. My eyes landed on her. Her luxurious brown locks cascaded gracefully over her shoulders and tumbled down her back, accentuating her alluring figure. The sight of her hair alone sent a shiver of desire down my spine. But her eyes truly captivated me—strikingly bright, they seemed to glow in the ambient light, pulling me in like a moth drawn to a flame. At that moment, I realized, with a jolt of exhilaration, that I was utterly hooked; her body—the way it curved and the undeniable appeal of “that ass”—was tempting beyond words.Everything about her captivated me—every glance, every movement—it was as if I were spellbound.I opened the door to my penthouse, feeling an ele

**** ALEXANDER***"You don't have to lie about being experienced. It's already been done, and it's not like I'm going to judge you,” I said.She was silent for a while, then sighed. “Yes, it's my first time.” I knew it was a stupid decision, and I didn't know what compelled me to lose my virginity. “But honestly,” she responded in a rush, “I don't regret it.”"You sure? I hope I gave you a good experience then," I asked.“You did; I really enjoyed it, Alexander. It was really amazing,” she replied, smiling.Smiling too, I said, “Stay the night? It's way too late for you to go back to wherever you came from. You can sleep in my shirt.” I picked up my shirt from the ground and handed it to her.“Thank you,” she smiled, putting it on. “Let’s go to bed.” We moved to the now-newly spread bed. Sliding under the comforter, I scooted her closer to me, resting her head on my chest. In the next minute, I felt her head grow heavy on my chest, along with her slow, even breaths. It was a

***ALEXANDER***I was jolted awake by the incessant buzzing of my phone. The sound cut through the blissful haze, dragging me back to reality. I blinked my eyes open, disoriented and frustrated. My gaze wandered down to my groin, where, unmistakably, I was very much aroused. With a grunt of annoyance, I reached for my phone, still half-caught in the throes of my dream. Without even glancing at the caller ID, I ended the call with a flick of my thumb, the noise silencing my momentary fantasy."Now I need a cold shower," I thought to myself, already feeling the heat of reality taking hold in stark contrast to the lingering of my dreams.As I stepped into the expansive kitchen, my senses were immediately greeted by the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the faint scent of baked goods. The spacious room, filled with gleaming stainless steel appliances and a large central island, felt inviting. I moved to the coffee maker, skillfully preparing a steaming cup of my fa