Deadly Attraction Novels & Stories

He immediately called Sofia’s closest friend, who was her classmate from Harvard University, Rachel Bennett. "Rachel, where is Sofia?" There was a pause on the other end before Rachel’s cold voice came through. "She’s gone and left the country. Sold off all her assets. Immigrated. Dante, are you satisfied now?" Dante felt as if he had been struck by lightning. "What? When did she—" "This afternoon," Rachel said, her voice dripping with mockery. "And her mother died last month. But you should know that already, shouldn’t you? After all, you’re the one who killed her."

Could they really see through me? “You should d******d ALLURE,” She said, with a wink. Her phone screen lit up, and she waved it with a smile. “Everybody needs a little secret.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play innocent now, Reese,” Anna interrupted, gliding her manicured hand around the rim of her dirty martini glass. “ALLURE is exactly what you need. That's where the real magic happens—Private, discreet, top-tier men only, darling.” “It's a dating app,” Sophie said lightly.

The entire energy in the room shifted. Reid paused, focusing on the message. “The glitch before the message,” he muttered. “It’s telling us something.” Austin leaned closer, scribbling notes on paper. His eyes flicked between the screen and his notes before realization hit. “It’s blueprints,” he said, voice tense. “Of Atlas Holdings’ headquarters in Boston.” “Fuck,” Killian muttered, running a hand over his jaw. Drew’s smirk vanished. “Well… that’s a problem.” Logan braced his hands on the table. “That base is supposed to be secure.”

I stood underneath the shower head with my eyes closed tightly, recalling every cruel, painful word Cedric had spoken to me tonight one by one clearly inside my mind, engraving them deep inside my heart and memory so I would NEVER forget, NEVER forgive, and NEVER lower myself or go back to him ever again no matter what happens in the future! 'You said I was boring? You said I was obedient and perfect like lifeless doll? You said I didn't understand you or make you feel happy and excited? Fine! I will become exactly everything you hate, fear, and never expect me to become! From tomorrow onwards, Luna Miller is dead and gone forever… and the new Luna — the one who is confident, proud, sharp, a

My body stiffs, a lump gradually forming inside my throat and I can feel my hands shivering as my eyes slowly adjusts to the sudden explosion of light. His figure stands right in front of me, firm and powerful. This man is so tall that he towers over me, and my scalp barely reached his chin and I'm five feet and six inches tall. He is topless and I can smell the fresh and manly scent of his perfume mixed with the sweat that makes his body seem to twinkle under the lights. He has broad shoulders—so manly and powerful, and so are his chests. The man is well-built, not typically bodybuilder-looking male but a male model. And now that his face has a better lighting, he's even more attractive tha

He knew that if she stayed there for one more minute Derek was going to catch her and wouldn't waste any time in killing her. But then again he couldn't deny the fact that she was breathtaking. Her gorgeous face and long blonde hair was the thing that first got his attention, she was so beautiful and looked mature. He was sure that if Derek get his hands on her he was probably going to rape or kill her maybe he would even do both.

His plan was to rip me off my shit and leave me to the dead or begging on the streets. Thank goodness I figured out his plan before he could do it. That's how he obtains most of his assets. Find a rich fucker, lure them to his trap, kill them, and finally grab their shits. I'm hundred percent sure he had something to do with her memory loss, and it must be connected to the said wealth. "How old are you Nicole?" I'm fucking twenty-nine, and it's only now that I'm realizing the girl I'm after could be a minor.

She hung on to his wide shoulders, because she wasn’t sure how much longer her knees could hold her. The passion that flared to life between them stunned her. There were parts of her that had been simply dead since the accident, most likely because of the depression and the pills she’d taken at the beginning. But suddenly everything came roaring back to life, passion as a swirl of vibrant colors. For the first time in a long time, she felt like a woman again. The fire was all-consuming, hotter and wilder than she’d ever felt before. And it was all wrong. He was the wrong guy for her, a drifter cop who was obsessed with a serial killer. He’d never put her and Maddie first, never.

He could partly blame Athan, too, for being a free wandering soul despite being a dhampir without so much fear to his own life. But meeting and seeing Adrienne fighting relentlessly boldly and holding her ground against him to keep her friend alive and be spared from death under his fingers irritated him. He had never seen a woman, especially a witch going against him. They always cowered at his presence. Fear was his second name. Wasn’t he known as the devil incarnate? Everyone lost their ground when he was around. Death and life were always his judgment to persecute.

"I never said that. I said some of us got away. A bunch of the men at the school were prisoners before all this. For fun, they picked girls out from our yearbook, and then they'd search their homes to see if they were still alive. If they found the girl, they killed her family or friends and took her. I was glad my dad died with the virus because the stories other girls told were horrible. I mean, imagine living through the virus only to have a bunch of disgusting men come and kill your loved ones, and then expect you to be their slave. "Braxton, the guy in charge, kept sending his guys out looking for some girl he called Rose. I never knew a Rose in school, but I also hung out with the prep