Novel & Cerita One Dark Window Book 2

one. Deborah was in her room at the time, sitting cross-legged on the bed, reading a book. Suddenly she looked up to the window, feeling someone's eyes on her. A shiver ran down Deborah's body, but she saw no one, only the branch of the tree that lightly touched the window frame swayed steadily. She got up from the bed and walked over to the window. Deborah looked outside to be sure no one is there and closed it with a slight thud, but then she felt watched again. Deborah turned in opposite direction slowly, but saw no one. Suddenly Salvadore fell from the ceiling and immediately straightened, standing on his feet. A soft groan escaped from Deborah's chest at the sight. - I see that you miss

♠️ ETHAN♠️ The warehouse district was a ghost town at night, rusted metal and broken windows, the perfect place for secrets. We moved in silence: Caspian’s team in black tactical gear, Dre and I flanking them. Thermal drones had pinpointed heat signatures inside the old cannery building. We breached hard, flashbangs popping, doors kicked in. Shouts echoed as Caspian’s men flooded the space. Brandon had Georgia pinned against a wall, knife to her throat, eyes manic. Jamila and Francesca stood nearby, guns drawn, duffels at their feet, ready to bolt.

“Can someone bring me more horse r****h?” It was past one in the morning when I finally returned to our bedroom. I opened the door into darkness. No lights, no sound, just the faint glow of Vegas spilling in through the windows. Sareena is still on the windowsill, in the same spot, and in the same position, staring at a world that does not even know she exists. I step inside; my eyes fixed on her silhouette against the glass.

‎ ‎The screen went black. ‎ ‎I gasped. ‎ ‎Then ‎A soft tap against the glass. ‎ ‎Once. ‎Twice. ‎ ‎Precise. ‎ ‎Like a signal. ‎ ‎The shadows didn’t move away. ‎ ‎They stayed. ‎ ‎Waiting. ‎ ‎Watching. ‎ ‎Hunting. ‎ ‎And I finally understood: ‎ ‎I wasn’t locked in for safety. ‎ ‎I was locked in because danger was already here. ‎ ‎Right outside my window. ‎

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

Chapter 27 Damon; She was still pulsing around me, her body trembling and weak, but I wasn’t finished. Not even close. I dragged her upright, belt still binding her wrists, my cock still buried deep inside her as I stumbled us toward the wide floor-to-ceiling windows across the room. Each step jolted us together, my breath hot against her neck, hers shallow and ragged. The city sprawled out below us... lights blinking red and gold, cars like tiny ants crawling through the night. And here she was, shaking in my arms, soaked and wrecked, about to be fucked against the glass.

“A man peacefully sleeping in such a fancy car by the side of the road by this time of the day? He must’ve been drunk. I said to myself. I admired the car from afar and walked to the hostel. It was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, I moved to the table lamp and switched it on bringing light into the atmosphere. Where was everybody? I sighed heavily and dropped my bag and the books I held on the sofa, removed my shoes and neatly kept them on a shoe rack like Denise always advised us to. I could feel a twinge of pain around my right forearm and left shoulder that must’ve been from the heavy books I held and the bag on my shoulders. I rubbed it while letting out a groan but t

’’, I mumbled to myself. Finally finding the perfect book, it is an age-gap mafia and enemies to lovers romance book. There was a couch in the library, I made my way to it and started reading. I lost count of the time. Reaching my room with the book in my hand, I see Rowan standing in front of my room. I braced myself to face him. ‘’Where were you?’’, he spewed the bitter words in my face. He was fuming, for what reason?Did he look for me?

It's been so long since I've slept properly, and with the constant adrenaline now gone, I'm crashing. I almost want to curl into a corner and give up. But then I think of everyone at Hawthorn, and I know I need to keep going. Taking a deep breath, I push the door open. "Let's just look. Maybe there's something in here." "You mean, maybe that guy's not a total loony?" I'm not so sure about that. I just know that we can't afford to leave any stone unturned. The room we step into is small and dark, only a thin window at the top of the wall letting in the light from the street. I shuffle across the floor, squinting.

I was on the mountain once again and there stood just Rogan and me. I tried to run to him but somehow I was stopped by some invisible wall. I screamed to get past it and nothing. I screamed his name and could see him looking at me blankly but still nothing. There was nothing and then in the background, I saw the woman in red approaching with her long red tendrils of hair flowing around her shoulders. She approached him and I tried not to scream again for him to turn around and run or do something but still nothing. As she approached her arm reached out to his hand and he took into her she then laughed that evil cackling laugh as I felt desperate to get to him but was still blocked by the inv