Romans & histoires Love By The Iron Fist

After the red car was out of sight, another blue car came to pass through the school gate, this time the driver was not as reckless as the driver of the first car that had just passed, laughter was heard in the car as the people in the car talked and laughed happily, it was Alex the most handsome guy in the school with his friends, everyone preferred Alex to James as he was more humble than the latter, as the latter was very rude and arrogant. All the girls of the school wanted to become Alex's girlfriend but since the time Lydia his first love and also his girlfriend coupled with the fact that she was the hottest girl in the school broke his heart by cheating on him with James since then th

“I’ll leave the photo equipment for an assistant of mine to come pick up in the morning.” “Again, with your fucking boyfriend!” he yelled running his fingers through his hair and pacing around. “Yes my fucking boyfriend and I happen to like him very much!!!” I yelled back. “Well if you like him so much why the fuck did you have sex with me?” he asked as he stood in front of me. I had no answer for that. All I can say was that my lust took over and I lost. I started walking towards the door when he started laughing. “Well we’ll see how Mr. CFO likes it when he finds out your got pregnant from another man.”

As the voice speaks again and dishes out a command, I’m still festering under this pain as I hear the loud dangles of keys and grimace as my perception only amplifies the noise of the keys, the cell door opening, and feet shuffling in. And the result of this practical test, is harrowingly how truly lethal, Iron is for me. Large strong hands snatch my arms from supporting my weight abruptly, and I grimace in protest, breaking into reckless struggles. Something comes pressing roughly into my side and my body jumps promptly, dancing from the unbearable pain. “She tries to struggle again, suppress her with the iron baton” I glare my tearful eyes in the direction of the stoic man giving commands

His gaze locked on the gun on my head and for a moment his icy composure faltered. “Drop the weapon Lombardi, or I'll paint the wall with her brains.” Ricardo didn't move, his voice dropped to a lethal calm. “If you pull that trigger, I'll skin you alive while you beg for death.” “Please, Fabian,” I pleaded. “Just drop the gun, he'll let you go.” “No, he won't!!” Fabian screamed. “He's a monster,” he added, pressing the barrel with more force on my temple.

"I will not sell myself and play that I am worthy of scorn and contempt piled on me in this so-called house of horrors. I will not be quiet in your cruelty. You can take from me my comfort, you can comfort me till your bones ache, you can laugh till your throats ache— Her eyes flashed once more to Vivian and Eleanor. "But you may not have the one thing that belongs to me, and to me alone. My love." A bitter laugh caught in Eleanor's throat, but Leya did not even blink. Vivian cursed under her breath, but Leya would not be swayed. Her bright, shining eyes flashed once more to Harrison. Her voice shook — with feeling, and not with terror. "I love you, Harrison. Not your money. Not the shadow e

He needed more than that to break a sweat. Vilmos's face twisted with anger at Liam's dismissive stance, a sinister grin spreading across his features, his eyes as icy and deadly as a viper's, locked onto Liam. In a flash, Vilmos, known as the Ironfist for his prowess in combat, exploded into action. His feet launched him forward, fists poised like the talons of a hawk, as he leaped at Liam with the ferocity of a lightning strike, aiming to crush Liam's throat with his signature move.

A Customized one. Because fire had once been her prison. Now it would be his judgment. I turned to Rueben, crouching again. “You sold her soul, Rueben. Tonight, she’s reclaiming it.” Lovia heated the iron. The metal hissed and glowed orange. Rueben sobbed, pleading, screaming. “Please, please… I’m sorry… I’m—” She pressed the iron to his chest.The scream that erupted could have cracked glass. His skin sizzled, the symbol burned deep into his flesh. The mark of pain and retribution.

They looked like they had been dug out of the earth, not bought in a store. He handed one to Aurora. "These aren't perfect," Liam said, his voice carrying over the wind. "They aren't shiny. They aren't flawless." He looked at her. His gray eyes were clear, stripped of all the corporate armor, all the guilt, all the fear. "They're iron," he said. "They rust if you don't tend to them. They break if you hit them too hard. They need... work." He took her hand. His grip was callous against callous, scar against scar.

His calloused palm skated over her ribs and up toward her breast, his touch confident and possessive. She managed to tear her mouth away, a sob of frustration breaking from her lips. With a surge of adrenaline, she wrenched one hand free and delivered another sharp, stinging slap to his face. Crack. Ronan’s head turned slightly, but he didn't pull back. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sounded like a predator enjoying the fight. He pinned her again, even harder this time, his heavy body crushing her against the door until she could feel every hard line of him.

Even though, she couldn’t scream out the very thing she wanted to say to him at that moment. ‘I love you, Dian’ "Dian…," she moaned. "I know." He muttered in her ears as he started to move, giving her dropping long and deep strokes. He moved like a man professing love to his woman, like he couldn’t get enough of her, like he was making love to her for the first time and the last time all at once. Each thrust was more passionate than every one he had given to her in the week. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.