P K Saqi

Kane Porter was as boring as his name implied. Of all the financial coordinators under me, he was the one least likely to be interesting on an intoxicated evening. Kane was quiet, well-mannered and nobody was friends with him. I was his boss and I got along well with everyone until I came across a problem. The account I'd been skimming from had a good hunk of change missing now. Not good. How could I have it investigated without flagging myself for the ten thousand dollars I'd 'borrowed'? There was only one thing I could do. Porter was a nice guy. He'd help me out. No one could be safer to ask...

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts.

I'd been lonely lately. Having accrued enough wealth to no longer need to go on the raids I was well off. Now I just needed a little slave girl to warm my bed. I'd considered a docile thing with a warm spot for me. But instead, I was intrigued by the spitfire commanding she'd not be touched. I saw her body and thought her too tiny but when I touched her, I wanted her. And what I want. I get. Afterall, I'm a wolf at heart. And a full moon is coming. She'll learn the way of things. One way or another.

I was a famed assassin. She knew my name. Everyone did. Feral. Death's very own hound. But she was the one that'd left our hut in the dead of night. And I wasn't one to forget something like that. I'd gone looking for her when she left things the way she did. She was nowhere to be found then. Yet here she is now. Standing in my tavern. With her cloak in a pile around her ankles and offering me her body in plain view of every rogue in here. Bold move. But she was nothing if not that. She thought I'd give in and said yes to this venture to rescue someone she loved because of some misplaced honor. Not in the least! I said yes because I intend to wreak vengeance on her, for what she did to me. Every chance I get, I'm going to make her miserable. And I'm going to take great pleasure in doing so. Welcome to my world Warrioress. Where the price of vengeance comes much higher than a bit o' coin.

She’d escaped me once. She’d not do it again. I am the brother of the Alpha of the Asara Pack. I did everything she asked of me. She was a queen up on her throne. I was her Captain of the Guard. Her secret assassin killing anyone who'd threaten her. I had declared my intent to claim her as my mate. And she had fled. Like the coward she is. Still she went ahead and seduced me, bidding me do whatever vile thing she commanded. Now she claims to rule this kingdom. However, her people are starving and her new fiancé is to blame. But will she hear a word of it? Of course not! Well, I've found a way to make her listen. To no longer allow her to deny what she really is. To rip her from her sanctuary amongst the humans. It's high time she learn a she-wolf’s place in this realm. She needs a real king, and it won't be that sniveling lord with designs on her. It's going to be me. She’ll learn I'm no longer hers to command. She is mine.

We were immortals. The Forever Knights. I was a shapeshifter. Collared with a special pendant to be summoned by our alpha. She tried to steal it. But the last thing she expected was for me to turn the tables as soon as we were out of view of my party guests. But she was a thief, a liar, and an imposter. The only thing I wanted to steal from her was what remained of her dignity. And perhaps teach her that I'm not a simple man to steal from. With me there's always a consequence. And she'll pay this one with me between her pretty thighs. We'll see who's the thief then, Little Valkyrie...

Après la faillite de ma famille, mon fiancé Lucas Suchet a rompu catégoriquement nos fiançailles et a choisi Sophie Hannon. C'est Jean Martin qui m'a aidée à rembourser mes dettes, s'est occupé des funérailles de mon père et m'a sauvée du désespoir. Pendant les trois années suivantes, Jean est resté à mes côtés. Mais alors que je croyais avoir trouvé l'homme de ma vie, la veille de notre mariage, je l'ai entendu discuter avec son ami : « Tu comptes vraiment épouser Chloé Dubois ? Tu n'as pas peur qu'elle découvre un jour que la mort de son père et la faillite de sa famille, c'est toi qui en es responsable ? » « Sophie est déjà mariée avec Lucas. J'épouse Chloé, parce que je ne crains pas qu'elle découvre la vérité. Je l'ai aidée à rembourser ses dettes, et son père a eu des funérailles dignes. Je suis déjà assez bon avec elle. » C'est seulement à ce moment que j'ai compris que Jean aussi m'avait trompée. Du début à la fin, j'étais la seule à être sincère.

La vengeance est un plat qui se mange froid. Le monde de Seraphina s'est effondré lorsqu'elle a surpris sa sœur au lit avec son fiancé, quelques semaines avant leur mariage. Le désespoir est à son comble lorsqu'aucun des deux ne semble éprouver le moindre remords. Dévastée par la trahison, Seraphina jure de se venger. À tout prix, elle doit faire plier son fiancé et le forcer à implorer son pardon. Elle trouve alors la vengeance parfaite : le père célibataire, charmant et séduisant, de son ex-fiancé. Ce que Seraphina ignore, c'est que ce même homme la convoitait depuis longtemps, bien avant qu'elle ne décide de l'utiliser comme instrument de vengeance. Ce qui devait être une aventure d'un soir pour faire souffrir son fiancé dégénère rapidement, plongeant Seraphina dans un engrenage de complots, de secrets inavouables et de trahisons à répétition. Rien ni personne n'est ce qu'il paraît. Est-il trop tard pour que Séraphina retrouve son chemin, ou son obsession pour le père de son ex vaut-elle le risque ?

Lorsque le criminel m’a attaquée et tuée, mon père, expert en détection criminelle, et ma mère, médecine légiste en chef, accompagnaient ma sœur Lyne qui participait à un match de tennis. Le criminel, qui avait été arrêté par mon père, cherchait à se venger de lui. Il m’avait coupé la langue avant de s’emparer de mon téléphone portable. Il a composé le numéro de mon père, il a répondu d’un ton glacial avant de raccrocher : « Quoi qu’il se passe avec toi, le match de ta sœur Lyne aujourd’hui est le plus important ! » Un rire ironique s’est échappé des lèvres de ce criminel : « Je pensais qu’ils préféraient leur fille biologique, mais il semble que j’avais tort. Apparemment, j’aurai dû kidnapper ta sœur Lyne. » Sur les lieux de l’accident, mes parents étaient secoués par l’horreur du corps retrouvé. Ils se sont figés, leur esprit n’arrivant pas à assimiler l’image macabre devant eux. Mais jamais, ils n’avaient imaginé que cette victime difforme et torturée, pouvait être leur propre fille.

"A Prince and a Peasant sitting in a tree K I S S I N G ." - unknown. "It's all false." The Prince stared straight into his father's eyes. "I have never laid my eyes on this girl in my entire existence, father." Prince added. "Very well." The King said thoughtfully. "Young lady you have to be punished for having spread falsehood on my son's name but I do sympathize with you considering you are with child." All the people of Acamas had been watching, as this had been done in public appearance. Everyone was in stitches of laughter after the Prince had denied the allegations but even more people who knew Lucia knew that she wasn't one to lie, cheat or even lay with a man before marriage. Lucia knew right there and there that her life was doomed and above all she was a fool. fool. doomed. que sera sera.