Becoming A Femme Fatale Book Novels & Stories

The former navy man was, of course, married and had two children with two different women. George was the silent type. This made quite an impression on Nina. It reminded him of Raymond. When George would stop by the small library, he would ask Nina on what books he could recommend for his wife’s nightly reading. Nina, of course, recommended books about love and romance with happy endings. She confessed to George that most women would love to escape from the ennui of reality; thus, through reading, women, and even men, could phantasize themselves leading other lives, freeing themselves from the shackles of daily existence. “Personally, I love reading books, Sarge…”

After scanning the living room but not seeing anyone, I pushed ahead to search inside the mansion. As I passed a second-floor bedroom, I heard Lucas' sister, Jennifer Richardson's, voice from inside. "Lucas, do you really plan to keep Nanette as your mistress forever?" I froze, unconsciously holding my breath as I pressed my ear to the door. The response from inside made my nails dig deep into my palms. "In Nanette's eyes, I'll never be more important than her work." Lucas' voice carried a sense of self-mockery. "But Vivian is different. She suffered from depression because of me, and she even tried to kill herself for me.”

I made some frantic gestures. “Eh, that’s more sad than scary. We need something powerful,” she mused, her gaze flicking around the room before landing on a poster. A woman in the ad held a shot glass, chin high, with a sultry look that could kill. Riley’s eyes lit up. “What about a femme fatale?” “A femme what?” “You know, a man-eater! Someone who eats guys for breakfast.” She looked far too pleased with herself. “Uh… not sure if I can pull that off,” I muttered, but Riley was already filling up another glass, pushing it toward me with a wild grin.

Leave the mistress alone in her room. Is she a mistress? Wasn't it a Master's feminine counterpart? I couldn't help but get excited about the prospect of gaining power through Alpha Marcus! Then an idea struck me... a thought about my deceased sister I must remember how cruel he was to the omegas. I was fortunate to find someone willing to assist me, Dale Ramsay. We took several detours after following the butler to my room. "Thank you for being kind, sir," I said with a smile.

He instructs. I opened the book, then started reading it... The book fell from my hand... My father kidnapped five kids and I'm one of those kids that got kidnapped. "The woman you call your mum, is barren... She can't give birth. When I kidnapped you and the other kids, I decided to atleast bring one of the children to my wife. I felt it would stop her from crying herself to sleep, and it did work. So you see Safiya, you do not have my blood flowing through your veins, so it shouldn't be that hard to murder you."

Then I turned around and left, leaving the little devil behind in her new cage. A. Gupta Hello dear readers, I have tagged my books for Competition both this one- Caged and His Broken Princess, please vote with gems and leave comments. Thankyou for all the new readers who've started reading my book, you can join F B group to know about my other books. Or on I***a. Check out my thumbnail here for it.

He took a slow breath and let it out. "She was good," he said. "I mean actually good. Not the performance of it but she was." He paused. "I met her when I was twenty-five and she worked in a bookstore on the west side. It was a small place and she reorganized the whole crime fiction section so that all the mob books were spine out." He stopped and almost smiled. "Said she was tired of glorifying men who hurt people." Bella laughed softly. "I like her already."

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No other female could ever be appealing to him. ‘To us,’ He moaned. My chest tightened. I swallowed past the fury that buried itself into my veins. “Zayn, I'm not in the league of Alphas who seek for favors from other people,” I seethed. He gave me a stiff nod. “Very well then, I'll give you all the time in the world to ponder over it,” I did a sharp reverse, and zoomed off. Alone in the silence of the car, vivid images of a certain she-wolf flooded in my mind. It's been a little above twenty-four hours, but it could still pass for a century.

The shy, innocent smile, the glow of her rich, brown skin, the fullness of her lips, the honesty of her eyes he had been hers before he had even met the woman. Like an idiot, he had pined for the untouchable woman from the photograph. He had personally beaten Aiden for presuming to sell such a goddess, taking pleasure in the other man's suffering. Then, his princess had walked through the door of his casino. Like the villain in the story, he had captured her and kept her locked in a tower. How could she love a man like him?