Lethal Obsession Ready Or Not Novels & Stories

The heavy iron hinges scream. One door tilts inward, hanging by a thread. "Ready!" Drakon racks his shotgun. CRASH. The doors explode inward. A massive steel ram, wielded by four men, smashes through the opening. Behind them, a wall of black leather and skull masks. "Reapers!" Leon screams. "Light 'em up!" Drakon roars. The loyalists open fire. The sound is deafening. Muzzle flashes light up the dark room like strobe lights in a nightmare.

I’m no longer the captain of a syndicate or the heir to a blood-stained throne; I’m just a man driven by a singular, primal obsession. It’s a battle of wills as I sink into his heat and my cock throbs from how incredible it feels. The mattress shakes around us, the heavy frame of the Hudson Valley estate groaning under the weight of a collision that’s been building since I first saw him through a lens at Club Ombra. Our throaty, desperate noises are the only sounds in the room, cutting through the silence of the woods outside. We are sweating, desperate, and buzzing from the chemical warfare we’ve inflicted on each other’s systems.

If there were more like me, this place would drown in the darkest shade of fifty shades of gray. And not the sexy, silk-tie, whisper-in-your-ear bullshit. I’m talking about the kind of gray where obsession wears a leash like jewelry. Where I clip a collar around your throat and march you through town on my lead, every eye watching as you learn who owns you. Where every mistake is met with leather across your skin until you understand what obedience really means. But with the lady's consent of course. That’s the world they’d get with “more men like me.”

We have tried to minimise the risks of death, but if I’m honest … it’s still a possibility. When I enter the observatory tired as fuck as slip into my leather seat, the arm rest already puckering from how I gripped the edges so hard last night. The other alphas file in when the siren blares signalling the start of the games. Each of them slowly appears in the centre where they all gather, looking on edge as their bodies drip with sweat. Felicity and Hayley seem to be the only ones who are ready for this. They’re both braced formulating a plan. Come on, pumpkin. “Begin,” Hunter commands through the speaker with the voice alteration added to the mic to make him sound robotic.

CATYA I was still thinking about that moment. Killian stepped out of the shadows, jaw cut like stone, suit clinging to him in ways that should’ve been illegal, and Rebel—oh Rebel—standing there with that knife at his man's throat like some avenging angel who didn’t know whether to stab or laugh. She told me she was going to the ladies', but I suspected something was wrong, so I followed her silently. And then? I whistled away. Literally. “Catya,” Rebel muttered, pulling her hoodie over her head as we left the store. Bags dangled from my hands, and she had her arms folded like she was a teenager instead of… well, Rebel. “You’re being loud.” I pressed the whistle into a tune just to annoy her.

those four players enter the room, and they look at each other, they are observing and trying to know their strengths and weaknesses. no, and Neo has psychopathic tendencies. no:- if I win rape you In exchange for your life, since you are so sexy, and you are making me horny, Leo:- I have seen people like you, yes that penis I have cut and fed them, you are very familiar. neo:- you arrogant bitch, I will teach you manner, my bitch, I give you a choice give up and be my mistress, this is the last chance before you die. viro:- mam shall I kill you?

“Do you want me to kill you instead?” ‘What a hot-headed,’ Layla thought. She wanted to roll her eyes but his patience was draining the more she delayed the completion of her task. “I’m sorry. I’ll do it now,” Layla muttered and walked closer to the unconscious body that her master left. She couldn’t help but took a peek at the guy’s face before doing what she must. ‘I just need to kill him. Whoa! Killing would be like just strangling a person to death or peeling off his skin until he bleeds endlessly to his death. Wow, Layla! Why worry about those kinds of stuff when you couldn’t even take care of yourself?’ she conversed to herself quietly. She shouldn’t feel anything about doing something

“Crazy bitch has been obsessed with killing Leo ever since he put a bullet in her fiancé’s head last year, Leo wasn't even aware she had a lover, Leo never killed him but I did. The bastard owed me a little sum and refused to pay and to worsen everything, her mother gave the whole Empire to Leo despite being so young, Can’t say I blame her.” My heart pounded and she lifted a gun. “Don’t…” I whispered as if I was there. “Now she gets to do what none of us could,” he continued. “Kill the infamous Leo Moretti. Right in the fucking heart.” “No—no, no, no, no—” “Relax,” he chuckled, “if she doesn't finish the job, we’ve got options. There’s always the rats in the sewer prison. But the point is, y

He liked to watch the architecture of a man tear itself down slowly — it was more precise, more beautiful. Outside their windows, Los Angeles breathed and turned — ignorant lights in a city that did not notice how one thread pulled at another. On one screen, Lily paced, unaware of the cameras that fed the penthouse with her movements. On another, Alex pored over dashboards, unaware the data he trusted would be the instrument of his undoing. Sebastian moved closer to the silent woman, voice softer. “When the moment arrives,” he said, “you will be ready.” She nodded once, the motion almost ceremonial. “I already was.”

Another gunshot erupted in the air, this time louder and closer, meaning I was approaching it, I ambled through the dark alley slowly and finally came to a clearing, this alley lead to a park, the full moon shone above us as I slowly moved to the end of the alley, resting my back at the wall I see a large group of men all dressed in black tuxedo holding different size and type of guns, their SUVs’ were parked at the entrance of the park, two men stood opposite each other, glaring at each other like it were a staring contest, two dead bodies was lying on the floor their hands tied behind their back, blood gushed out of their head which had a bullet hole In it. “You dare challenge me Dylan?” t