Fou Novels & Stories

And on Friday morning, another order for room service had been placed as early as 6:30, only for the waitress to meet no response from Frank's chamber but a sinisterly open door that afforded her the view of senator Frank's corpse in lying around in a pool of blood and his lady guest stripped stark naked, beaten to pulp, and tied to the bed frame. Coincidentally--perhaps not so--it was the second case of murder of top dogs in the city within the space of a week, and in a similar pattern at that. The first murder had struck earlier in the week when Henry West-gate, a famous tycoon in the city was set up for a car accident in his Jeep. It had been discovered that the middle-aged business tycoo

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an angry voice orders as the door swings open. "What's going on, Liam?" Sam asks, peeking from behind the computer screen. Liam is the company's Chief Financial Officer, has been for years-or so Sam has told me. "Sir, something has happened. The Balance reports Estela gave me don't match the purchase records Ford sent in," Liam explains, adjusting his glasses. "There must be a mistake." "No, sir. Look." He insists, handing Sam a folder of documents. "Let me see," Sam mutters, eyes widening as he flips through the pages.

F*ck, I’m doomed! **********

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Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

I roll my sleeves up showing my muscular tattooed arms, my head snaps up at the sound of the door opening. My heart skips a beat at the sight before me, my little mate, my Enyo stands looking stunning in her dress that comes just below her knees. I can’t help smiling at Fran when I notice the colour of the dress my mate has on. Her figure hugging dress is in the same material and colour as my shirt.

For 18+ readers. (MATURE CONTENT) #1st in darklove #4th in darkromance #1st in pure "Good girl." He praised her and continued to massage her dainty feet with gentle hands. "Will you pull such naughty pranks on your loving husband again?" She shook her head, eyes fluttering down in shyness. She won't dare because she hates it whenever he ignores her and gives her a silent treatment. "I won't, husband." "Good, now it's time for another punishment." ???! "W-What punishment, husband?" He didn't say anything and just pulled her down before pinning her on the desk, half of her body leaned on the flat surface and her bottom perked out, looking inevitable to his eyes.

“Why aren't you into it? Bring me the head just for us to be sure that she is dead, and you do not make a big mistake. If I don't see her head, I am not yet convinced that she is dead” “You have a pen and a paper with you?” His deep voice was something else. He was more handsome, but I wouldn't leave a man like Alphonso just to be with him. His muscularity was what I admired the most about him. While Alphonso was just tall and broad. Scar was tall, muscular, and had the perfect body. His hard rock toned and smooth for me to run my fingers all over I arched up my brow. “ Why do you need a pen and a paper?*