Dark Series Christine Feehan Novels & Stories

"I don't care what it costs. I don't care whose desk you have to go through." "And if it's someone inside the company? Someone we can't just.... quietly remove?" Donovan smiled, and it wasn't a kind smile. "Then we make it look like an accident." --- Across the city, in an apartment that still smelled faintly of hospital antiseptic no matter how many candles Cassie burned, she sat at her kitchen table with a manila folder in front of her and a glass of wine she hadn't touched. The folder had a name on the tab in her own neat handwriting. *S.R.*

And she needed to do so without waking him up. A flawless strategy. Probably. Moving so slow that an ancient century old tortoise would seem fast in comparison, she shifted towards Adrian while ensuring the bed won't make a noise. Estelle Winterbourne, the Former heiress of Silvervale. The Feral Wolf. The deadliest predator of the Silvervale mountains... Had now evolved into a suspicious blanket caterpillar. And she was absolutely determined to acquire that warmth. Not matter what...

Would it taste better? It was as if cold water had been poured on me, and I immediately woke up. My chest was still rising violently, mabilis akong lumingon sa monitor ng computer na ginagamit ko na naka-sleep na, I could barely see my reflection, but it was enough to see what was with me right now. My eyes widened when I saw my very own eyes, which I almost didn't recognize. They were blazing bloody crimson, like the eyes of a predator ready to attack her prey. Who the hell are you?

That fucking diamond pattern from your cubicle, unmistakable, like a dirty little secret laid bare. Your mind spins, lust twisting into something darker. Could it be Sabrina? The thought’s a blade, sharp and hot, slicing through you. The idea that the goddess from the office, with her angelic smile and fuck-me eyes, could be this filthy little exhibitionist—it’s too much. You’re rock-hard, imagining her spread open in that cubicle, touching herself while you’re just feet away, clueless. Who the hell is Kat18, and how deep does this rabbit hole go? ****************

I wasn't a techie but I was up-to-date on all the latest gadgets. I shrugged mentally. It must be exclusive to The Order. Any sort of hope I had was dashed by the video. On screen I saw James in a dark room with three men. I'd never seen them before but I would recognise the white thunder shaped tattoo anywhere. The White Light.

Now that he fully agreed to help. "Then what?. What do you mean--What did he say?.." Lenan said. His body tensed when he heard the words came out from his friend. All he knew was he's there sitting on the chair because of some news about the incident. "It's not about the incident, this time..." He sighed. Facing his friend's confused face, he swallowed the lump forming on his throat. "It's about Sky... Your brother... One of my men said that they found someone named Sky. Skyler Dawson..." He said. Joy and hope are all he can see on Lenan's face. And that's what he doubts. He doesn't want to see his friend's only hope be crushed, again.

Then she grabbed a full handful of my ass cheek, squeezing possessively and her fingers dug into the soft flesh. “Ms Aniston?” Jensen instantly pulled back, adjusting her face cap as Sara appeared a few feet away. “The helicopter is ready, ma’am.” Jensen nodded, then looked back at me. “Nate will drive you home. And I want those pictures to keep me sane for the weekend.” Her words were filthy. No filter at all. God, I loved it. Men had never worshipped me the way Jensen did, like I was her favourite obsession, her favourite meal, her everything.

"It is Anna. I need you to look into someone for me." "Of course. Who is the target?" "Kane Houston. I want to know everything he is doing. Who he is meeting with, what deals he is making on the side, where his money is actually going. Everything." There was a brief pause. "I thought you were working with Kane on something." "We are. Which is exactly why I need to know if he is doing things behind my back." Anna kept her voice low. "He was acting strange tonight. Evasive. I want to know what he is hiding."

I dropped the hammer and wiped my bloody hands when he released his last breath. "Satisfied? " I looked at her. She got up while swirling wine glass in one hand. It's been few days and she is healing. "Almost, I wish I could enjoy it for little long..." I leaned back when she strangled my lap, blocking the view of dead body in front of me. What happened to her? This is not the Vera I know. "You are not this! " I caressed her thighs under her dress. She smirked. "Is it scaring you?"

my legs shook it's felt like I should just die right now I hope Damon doesn't know what happened to me cause I just can't comprehend how he's gonna felt about me. Nikita that bitch I trusted her but I don't know she's a fucking betrayer I feel like I was stabbed by someone dear to me. She's a devil I can't believe she can do this to me, If anyone told me she's going to do something this terrible to me am gonna deny it's and fought with the person that's she can't hurt a snail but now I believed you don't have to trust people. The look is sometimes deceptive I think have believed so much in her. I feel so fucked up I don't know who touch me I feel like a fool right now. Someone touched me I f