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He grinned at this—poor Georgie and his Chicago Cubs, keeping the faith for his beloved team all these long, interminably endless years. There were bookcases in here, too, and Richard was surprised to see his own first novel, Malignant Regions, mixed in with the other texts. The book was a highly fictionalized account of his wife’s battle with leukemia, and although the critics had been kind to him, sales never really launched into the stratosphere as he’d hoped. It wasn’t the debut piece he intended, but he had felt compelled to write it at the time because of Michelle’s dire condition. Still, he did snag a two-book deal from it; now he could return to those original ideas he’d scrapped ear

"But RK and Stella are already married. What about the eldest daughter of the Richard family?" "Of course, it's a similar method to separate RK and Stella. Think about it, RK is very rich. The eldest daughter of the Richard family takes RK seriously." Wayne looked at Damien and said such a big story. "Damn it, no way. So, from beginning to end, Stella is just a victim." Hearing Wayne's words, Damien immediately stood up. Thinking of this, he wanted to strangle the people of the Richard family. "Good... Brother, I'll tell you one more thing. By the way, you should strangle RK as well."

“I don't care what anyone has to say because you are mine. I've watched you from the moment you stepped into California. I didn't care when I stalked you or helped with your divorce, you know why? Because I knew I would get you. I'll lock you up if you don't want people to judge you. I'll take the blame. You just be my good wife, okay?” “You knew me before I came to the court?” I asked. Richard smirked. “I met you at the airport,” he scoffed, spinning around. “You two had just gotten back from your honeymoon and you were already pregnant with that bastard.” He faced me again. “Do you know how many times I tried to get that child killed? I got Vance drunk so many times. He had a violent side.

Richard nodded. *

But what happens when his secret is revealed? You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ | ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 1: A Stalker's Truth Brixton pov, 35 While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.

At the age of nine, my dad was brutally murdered by alpha Lance. An evil beast, who once used to rule over our land, Lancaster, before it was named Starkville. He treated us like nothing but slaves and puppets because we all feared him so much. We were so horrified by him that our bodies could not stand still whenever he was near us. Our entire body trembles worrying about what he plans to do to us next. Thankfully to the moon goddess we were all luckily saved by Ares. The new Alpha of our land. The brave reddish-brown wolf who had taken down our wicked alpha. He came from another land rule over by his dad, another great alpha, alpha Logan. The day our new alpha, alpha Ares had taken over ou

It was charged, heavy with the electricity of the coming storm. I stood by a massive mahogany desk, my fingers tracing the gold-leaf lettering on a volume of California Evidence. My reflection in the dark window looked like a stranger, paler, sharper, the soft girl from the Oakhaven diner replaced by a woman who had learned to breathe in the dark. "You should sleep," Richard said. He was leaning against the doorframe, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the corded muscle and new scars from our months on the Spit. He looked at me with an intensity that made my skin tickle. "Tomorrow will be the longest day of your life."

"Dearest Taylor, Once again, I know you're so close to finding everything out so you'll find this no problem. Now you know about my secret identity and your mother and me marrying, I know I'll soon be caught. You're so kind that I know you might allow me this, before I'm willing to give myself up I need something from you. Since that horrible night all those years ago, I always had this feeling of care towards you. Then when your mother turned up and we fell in love, it all became clear. You're like the daughter that I never had, even if that's hard for you to believe. But now I've married your mother, that makes me your step father in whatever way you look at it. I want to see both of my ch

Two years since Richard had walked into that trap on the yacht, ready to give his life for us, only to survive and finally pull our broken family back together. We had chosen peace. Richard had stepped down from the most ruthless parts of the company. We moved to a quieter home outside the city with a big garden for Zane. No more inheritance wars. No more secrets. Just us — learning how to love without the weight of guilt and lies crushing us. My phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up and opened my email. The sender’s name made my breath catch. **Stacy.** I hadn’t heard from her in over a year. Not since she left for Australia with Caleb’s help. I sat on the edge of the bed and op

I stammered, my eyes darting around the room, searching for an escape that wasn't there. His movements were deliberate as he approached me. The room seemed to shrink, the air growing thick with an impending revelation. Ivan's hand reached for something hidden in his pocket, and the glint of metal caught my eye. I recoiled as he revealed a key—a key to my restraints. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. "Ivan, what's going on?" He took a step closer, and I instinctively moved backward, my bound hands clutching the edge of the chair.