Coup De Grace Book Novels & Stories

She wanted him, she was desperate. "Can't you see that I love you and I want you. What do you see in that slut that you can't see anyone else but her?" Before she could continue further his large hand was wrapped around her throat as he looked dead in her eyes. The force was that strong that all the blood rushed to her face and she struggled to breath. The tray if coffee was on the floor with the impact as it stained the wooden flooring of his beautiful library. "Say one more word about her and I'll kill you right this instant. The only woman in my life is my wife, Ananya Anahita Bajaj Oberoi." He almost killed her if it wasn't for his wife's voice that distracted him.

she hissed. “Both of you.” Her hands trembled as she glared at them both. “This is my life. Not some battlefield for your egos.” The silence that followed was deafening. Ethan finally stepped back, his expression tight. “You deserve better, Grace. Remember that.” With one last venomous glance at Damien, he stormed out of the pub. Grace stood frozen, her chest heaving, until she felt Damien’s gaze on her again. She turned, ready to unleash the storm inside her.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

He grabbed the blade with his other hand. Blood dripped from Andrew’s palm and trickled down his arm. It stained my wedding dress. The security guard finally rushed over and fired at Aaron. The bullet went through Aaron’s chest, and blood splattered out. Aaron tumbled onto the floor, his eyes unfocused. He kept mumbling, “I’ve paid for my crime, I’m sorry.” Aaron died. I took the knife from Andrew’s palm and used my wedding dress to press against Andrew’s wound. Andrew’s forehead was drenched in sweat from the pain, but he was still smiling and comforting me, “The small blade wouldn’t hurt me. It’s not painful, don’t worry.”

"Sit. As long as Nurato is still alive, you are not safe. You are living here in isolation like a hermit. Zack alone cannot protect you, and no amount of training that you get from Zack can make you strong enough to take down a thousand men, or God knows how many people will come for your head. "I had shot Nurato in rage when he started smirking and taunting me after killing my sister. Dad reached a favorable agreement with him in exchange for my life, which is, he will be made the mafia lord in Shenza city. "But that crook had the nerve to jubilate, claiming he had my sister, killed her, and still got all he wanted at a go. "He killed my twin sister that was barely twenty-one just for a mes

he hissed, storming out. Cain looked unfazed. Grace trembled, but not from fear. It was *something else.* Excitement. --- That night, back at the penthouse, Cain was relentless. He slammed Grace against the mirrored wall, tearing her dress open. “Still thinking about him?” he snarled. “No,” she moaned. “Liar.” He shoved into her, fast and deep, her cry echoing off glass and steel. Her hands clawed at his back, her legs wrapped around his waist, and when he bit her neck, she arched like she was being reborn.

Grace's anger was clear on her face. "But you are not bitch." Not long after they sat down on the chair, a bald head man came in with a pile of books. Class will start soon, their conversation is over without giving Grace the chance to answer Callin's words. 'Little bitch, you want to play with me?!' One message that Grace read when she opened bag, she already knew Mr. Flip's writing that belittled her pride as a stepbrother. 'It seems cool to play with a man who will die miserably. I hope a little slut like me has a long life, until I can sow your body's ashes in the South China Sea'

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic and mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval system without the permission of the author. Copyright © 2021 by Gothic Grace This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, leaving or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. *** The following is intended for mature readers. The story may contain graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong languages, and/or any other mature themes.

She had heard Joshua’s angry shouts during her phone call with Anna, and a dazed expression appeared on her face. She had never made Joshua so upset before. However, he was not the only one hurt by their relationship. Rain was not some being made of metal and stone. Mockery flashed in her eyes, and she wheeled herself out of the graveyard. In the afternoon, her assistant handed her a form. “I’ve filled out your discharge paperwork, Ms. Zimmer.” Rain hummed in reply. “Let’s go.” Suddenly, she heard a teasing voice ahead of her. “Oh, you’re leaving? Why aren’t you staying a while longer?”