Inquisitor Cod Skin

This isn't your typical Bad boy meets Good Girl story. Oh no. You see the thing is, our Bad boy, is actually a bad man. Ruthlessly determined to get what he wants. Ignore the fact that his life is painfully dangerous, or the constant threat of death that seemed to follow him, or the slew of bodies slain in his wake. (Details! Details!) But Does his intense mocha orbs burrow through your skin and casually stroll along the shores of your soul? Does his luscious dark hair - messily - sway and bend at the will of his slender fingers, and yet, by some miracle seem to always look perfect? A MILLION TIMES YES! Does he always wear black and look formidable yet absolutely ravishing? Do you even have to ask? Reid J. Dawson, has a skill set that is unique and almost unmatched. He is well travelled, intelligent and fancy’s himself a man of particular tastes. Our bad man, however, is not exactly who he says he is, his past has put him on a daunting path one he has no choice but to follow. Reid would burn the world to achieve his goals but nothing could be have prepared him for the danger that came with the saucy, firecracker who is sent barrelling his way. His conviction and his controlling nature is put to the test when his world clashes with a gut-wrenchingly beautiful, stubborn girl. Our “good girl” isn't ‘typical’, She has a mouth on her. Filter? Practically nonexistent. Maya Dupree, is an aspiring editor who always has her head in a book. She is a witty, outspoken fire cracker who certainly has her eccentricities but that never stopped her. What happens when a fearless good girl uncovers the secrets hidden behind the man in all black.

"Tell me, Barbie…" Dante’s voice was a dark caress, low and sinful as he caged me against the wall. His fingers trailed down my neck, slow and teasing, making my breath hitch. "Are you trying to run from us… or are you waiting for one of us to catch you?" I hated how my body reacted, how warmth curled between my thighs despite the warning bells in my mind. "You’re trembling," Dante murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of my neck. Knox chuckled, his grip tightening. "You’re so soft, Little Moon. So easy to tease. Tell me…" His voice dipped lower, "Are you shaking because you’re afraid… or because you’re turned on?" A small gasp escaped before I could stop it. Adonis’s gaze darkened, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "We should punish her for trying to leave," he mused. Dante’s smirk was pure sin. "Oh, I have so many ideas." "We could tie her up," Knox added casually, fingers tracing slow, lazy circles against my hip. "Make her beg for mercy." Three ruthless Alphas. Her step-uncles. Her fated mates. In her past life, Adonis, Knox, and Dante Logan hated her—tormented her, rejected her, and cast her aside. She died knowing they had never loved her. But fate has given her a second chance. Now, she’s running before they realize the truth—that she is their mate. Because once the Logan Brothers find out? They’ll never let her go.

Two weeks before my wedding to Alexander Hayes, he invites his friends over to our small home. During dinner, Alexander keeps groping me, whether intentionally or not. After they finish eating, I overhear their conversation as I clear the dishes and walk past the study. "Alex, Lydia's quite something. I touched her earlier, and her skin's so soft. She nearly pulled my soul out. "If you don't mind, let us guys have some fun with her once she pays off the debt for you. We'll help you cover the cost of whatever Kay wants." Alexander chuckles softly, his voice casual and careless. "Sure, I don't mind. I've been sleeping with her for so long, I'm already sick of her anyway. "Just make sure she doesn't rat us out to my grandpa... Actually, forget it. She's blind anyway, so she won't figure it out." For two years, I've devoted myself completely to taking care of Alexander, yet he's ready to throw me into other men's beds, using my body to settle his debts. I stand silently at the doorway, feeling absolutely nothing. Of course, I know that someone else has been replacing him for a year. The person who holds me close night after night isn't him, and the child in my belly isn't his either.

Two souls, forged in suffering, would collide in a dance of darkness and desire, testing the limits of love and redemption. Their paths meet when Asher's sister becomes the target of a predator, and Kaidën sees an opportunity for justice. As they navigate their dark worlds, they must confront the demons that haunt them. Will Asher's desire for protection and Kaidën's quest for vengeance spark a twisted romance, or will their shattered reflections destroy them? *** “You killed my mother.” Asher's voice trembled with fury. Kaidën's smile was cold, almost mirthful. “Who gave your sister to her husband who sold her to pay off his debts.” “I watched you murder her in cold blood!” Asher’s fists clenched around the gun he held pointed at the killer, memories of that night flooding back. Kaidën leaned closer, a sinister smile creeping onto his face. "I remember begging you to look away. But you didn’t. Did you enjoy it, Asher? Watching the woman who shattered your world writhe in agony? Or would you prefer to keep that little secret buried deep? Ah, but don’t answer that. Come, help me gather the pieces of your father's remains. It’s time to tidy up this little mess." Asher’s eyes widened in horror, realization crashing over him like a wave. All this time, he had been unaware that he was not only a witness to his father’s murder, but had watched it unfold until the very end, just like he had done that night when he watched his mother’s murder. Nodding, he picked up the severed hand of his father—the same hand that had beaten and broken him until his skin grew numb to pain. ‘Oh, sweet Emily, if only you could see our father now. How the mighty have fallen.’

“Do you find me disgusting after the kiss? Was I a bad kisser?” Bianca let out, standing up as well. “Would this surface?” Felix asked as he pulled her closer to his chest! Before she could utter another word from her lips, Felix had covered her lips with his. The kiss panned out to be pecking on the lips but got intense every minute, the small touch her boss gave her was a new experience for Bianca. Every kiss increases the rate of her heartbeat. Her skin where in hot flames, Bianca couldn't help it as a soft moan escaped her lips. She didn't know if what they were doing was right, his lips became more demanding as their tongues intertwined together. Her lips seemed to meet his demand as she clutched her hands on his shirt. After Felix had pulled away, he placed a tingling kiss on her nose. “Would this answer your question?” Felix asked, staring keenly at her eyes. Both of them seemed to be breathing hard from the kiss they had shared. “I don't get you?” Bianca let out stepping away from him a little, she didn't know if she could hold herself from not kissing her boss again. Her hormones were getting the best of her already and she needed to run for her life. She wanted to leave when his next word stopped her. “I like kissing you, Bianca, I was so busy with work that I didn't know that you were affected. I didn't know if you would be uncomfortable if I had brought It up when we were in the car that night, why don't you just quit asking more questions or running away? Just kiss me since you want to,” Felix let out, Bianca was stunned by her boss's words.

My father found me too rebellious, so he gave me to Marco, tasking him with making a lady out of me. To the outside world, Macro was the ruthless boss to a Mafia empire, but to me, he was just a man with a perpetually stern face. I tried everything to defy him. I smashed his car. Then I swapped his PPT for the lowbrow stand-up he hated most. And he opened it during a company meeting. Yet, every rebellion ended the same. He cornered me, his massive frame dominating mine on the silk sheets of his king-sized bed, the polished oak of his desk, or the leather confines of the car's backseat. His hot skin against mine, his fingers tracing fire along my curves. He moved with a primal hunger that left me breathless. My body arched in unwilling ecstasy, in a dance of punishing pleasure, until my fight dissolved into moans, my will shattered under his relentless claim. I fell for him hard, convinced this was love, and he was the beacon of my dark world. But the truth shattered me: it was all a calculated game to tame me, to stop my war with my sister Karen. My guiding light went out, or maybe it never existed at all. So I became a good girl. I stopped fighting back. He thought he had me tamed, chained to his will. But in the end, I slipped free, leaving him alone with his shattered heart.

"Look me in the eyes, Raven. Tell me that you don't want me, that you don't want this..." He whispered, his voice a teasing caress to her ears. "I hate you. I really hate you," she gasped, her eyes fluttering close as he nibbled on the skin of her neck. "No, you don't," he said, his fingers trailing up her right thigh. .... Rejected by the Alpha's son, her destined mate, Raven flees from the pack, only to end up being a victim of a spiked drink originally meant for a handsome stranger at the bar. After a passionate, hazy, one-night stand with him, she wakes up the next morning to flee when she discovers that he's a Lycan, the creature she hates the most. What happens when she ends up marrying the same man she'd fled from, in an accidental marriage? Even worse, he's cursed and she belongs to the bloodline of witches who cursed him. Can they defeat their ill fate and claim happiness for themselves?

“Please…please stop and let me go.” I pleaded when he was taking steps towards me. I was scared to death because I never thought I would be caught up in this mess due to my father. “Why, my beauty? Why should I let a beauty like you go?” he asks with a smirk on his face. In a second, he was standing in front of me, nuzzling my neck and takes my blood scent in ” After all, your father is indebted to me, and to pay his debt, he offered you for fulfilling my hunger and sexual cravings.” he murmured licking my skin. After a few licks on my neck, he sunk his fangs in my skin, and I screamed in pain as he feeds on me, which later turned into pleasure, and I end up screaming his name in pleasure. Minerva Cole is a girl, offered by his father to pay the debt he owes to a wealthy businessman, namely Easton Lemeire. She loves her father so much that’s why she agreed to pay the debt with her body if it saves her father’s life. But when she is taken to the businessman, she gets shocked to know that he is a vampire. Not just a vampire but the King of all the vampires. Later she falls in love with him, and they both got married, but some enemies around them don’t want them together and are after Minerva's unique powers, which she doesn’t know about. Will Minerva ever find out about her secret powers, or will her enemies succeed in taking her powers? Will Easton and Minerva be able to have their happily ever after?

“Swear to obey me, Ivorie,” he commanded, his teeth lightly dragging across my skin, making me shudder. The soft, yet haughtily seductive whiff of his wolf flared my nostrils as I nodded. I stared back into the eyes of Alpha Regan— the stranger who was supposed to be my enemy. But instead, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions and desires best left unleashed. "And I'll be sure to make the rejection less painful." He added, but the kiss that followed stopped my brain from registering his words.... Everything about this was wrong. I should have understood and ran far away from him, but how was I supposed to understand? I was desperate. A wolfless princess abandoned by her family, and given off to him who was the ruthless Alpha that struck fear in everyone. But... he suddenly became keen on helping me find my wolf, and I fell for the kind gestures.. Shit! I messed up!! Making me fall was all his plan!! Careful plans for rejection.....

There's a little shop downstairs that sells organ soup. It's always packed with customers. People line up as if bewitched, eager for a bowl. I've often wondered what secret ingredient made their soup so irresistible. This afternoon, I finally found my answer. Floating in my bowl was a piece of human skin—inked with a tattoo I knew all too well. It was the one etched on my boyfriend's arm.