Novel & Cerita Deadly Attraction

beautiful. He suddenly felt his heart beating wildly against his chest. A foreign emotion entering him making his throat clog, he was so unsure what that feeling was. It was just so potent. Her eyes, they were acting like magnets attracting his heart to them. He couldn't understand this attraction of his towards her. He had seen women more exquisite and voluptuous than her but none dared to make his heart beat so wildly but her mere look, full of innocence did the deed. In that moment he knew, there was something which was stopping him from killing her. He could easily do that. But as if nature was telling him not to take the life of this innocent soul.

His interest was piqued. It was pretty rare to see a woman with aquamarine eyes. Green and blue swirl around each other, with green hinting more on the insides. She was a beautiful woman. But he wasn't here to study her features or the sorts. She had been rude to him; she had bruised his ego, and he would make her suffer. He was going to remain in denial when it came to the attraction he had for her because it was dangerous actually to admit that you were attracted to a woman. It was suicide, honestly, to overthink about it.

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

Hi, and welcome to STRANGER ATTRACTION. This is Kaelith’s story. A girl found in the woods with no memory, no past, and no name except the one given to her by the wind. She has a father she would give her life for, but her family… they are not all on her side. Her brothers want her in ways she can’t ignore, a stranger has eyes only for her, and everyone in her small town seems to have a stake in her life.

My fingers trembled as I peeled it away, a low growl vibrating in my chest before I could stop it. Oh, fuck. The sight was a visceral punch to my gut. A deep, crimson stain bloomed across her soft pubic hair, glistening, alive. My breath hitched. To me, it wasn’t a mess. It was her essence, her power, her life. It called to the hunger in me, the part I kept leashed, in a way nothing else ever could. The most potent, alluring thing I had ever seen. “So beautiful,” I breathed, the words scraping my throat raw.

A few of them were already being attended to because each of them were sitting right in front of the salon's lengthy mirror and a stylist with them. Daniella had the most intense urge to grab Liam’s hand and turned away out of the place with the look they'd started shooting their way. However, one look at Liam filled her with a whole lot of security as he was already emanating an arctic coldness. All signs of playfulness had gone. And right now, he appeared like a powerful man with an annoyed look and strong charisma that was based on all his life experiences. He attracted people's attention as soon as he showed up.

In fact, I'm severly shocked that Ricardo is still alive, so I don't register the other faces at the table. "Are you okay?" He asks in front of me, a frown on his forehead as he looks down at me. "You look pale." I shake my head and look deeply into his grey eyes. There are no signs of black blood whatsoever and then it hits me all at once. The profound sense of belonging that I feel in the Dark Moon pack. The attraction that I thought was infatuation. Natalia's insistence of getting mounted by Deamon, the insane sexual attraction that I'm constantly feeling when I'm around him. The comfort and safety that envelopes me whenever he so much as takes my hand.

Sara His cock always tasted crazily good. That was why I kept coming back for more. I would say I was slowly becoming addicted to it, which isn't a good sign. He's Layla's father. Layla's my best friend. Someone I shouldn’t even have a dirty thought about. I had betrayed her and didn't even feel that guilty about it. And even now, with her downstairs, I couldn't think about anything else but getting pleasured by her father. Carson gripped my head tighter, shoving his cock deeper inside my mouth.

He pinched, hard enough to make me whimper in pain. My eyes turned red with unshed tears. "I can’t wait, little doll." His breath was warm against my skin, thick with the scent of whiskey and something rotten. "It’s too tempting." His hands moved to his belt buckle. My stomach twisted. I knew what was coming. I knew what monsters like him wanted. And I knew I’d rather die than let him take it. I clenched my fists, already planning my next move. I would fight. I would bite, scratch, kill—

An unknown contact, yet the content is unmistakable – a picture of a battered Daren accompanied by a chilling message: "72 hours are up, Elena."