Sinopsis Novels & Stories

Diane’s P.O.V. “P-Please… d-don’t do this. I beg you!” My voice was shaking while pleading for him—silently praying that he would realize some sense not to continue the mortal sin that he was about to do. I could feel nothing but blind terror. I ended up hoping that everything was not actually happening and was only a cruel joke. He did not speak and just removed the remaining cloth that covered my breasts. It seemed like nothing could stop him from sucking my right peak while his palm was doing its job to ravage the left.

"No!!!" Tina was shrieking, "My baby!!! I'm so sorry!!!" Zach came rushing in. "What's wrong?! What happened?! What are you crying for?!" Tina could only keep wailing, "My baby… My baby!!!" Feeling a sense of foreboding, Zach walked up and unwrapped the swaddle to see that it wasn't my daughter, but the son they were so obsessed with! The bastard's cheeks were purple, and he wasn't breathing at all, clearly having been strangled to death.

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Noah opened the door to his apartment, the hinges creaking softly as he stepped into the darkness. The moonlight cast pale, silver rectangles across the living room floor, illuminating nothing but the silence that waited for him. He walked just a little further, his legs heavy, and collapsed onto the couch. His weight pressed into the cushions as he heaved a deep, exhausted breath. The quiet pressed against his ears. He sat there, replaying everything that had transpired this evening. The accidental clash of lips. The shock in Nathan's eyes. The tears, anger and then, the strange, unnerving calm that had settled over him in the car ride home.

Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about him. Mr. Victor Lennox. The man who had taken her without mercy that afternoon in Kai’s penthouse when she came looking for her sister. The violation had been brutal—his heavy body pinning her down, his thick cock forcing its way inside her, the blood staining her thighs as she cried and struggled. She should hate him. She did hate him. But every night since, her body betrayed her. There was a thin, razor-sharp line between hate and something darker, something addictive and poisonous. It wasn’t love. It was hunger. A sick, throbbing need to feel that power again.

V A sharp pain passed my mind. I closed my eyes . The sensation remained for a moment then it was gone. A vision flashed behind my closed eyelids. It was the vision of a man whom I had been seeing since childhood. The vision was not very clear but I saw the same pair of sapphire blue eyes that belonged to the man who was looking down at me now. Alpha Knox's eyes. Why had I been seeing a man my entire life who wanted to kill me? It doesn't make any sense.

Victoria did not have energy anymore as her body gave in and she slowly drowned underwater. Though a small part of her was still trying so hard to reach the surface, she simply couldn’t and her body slowly fell into the water. She was looking at the water surface and saw Sergio’s reflection in the water and reached out her hand, her body was in so much pain and her mind was getting numb. “Am I going to die here?” She thought to herself. “Stop pretending, get out of the water,” Sergio shouted but there was no response. A few seconds passed and he raised his brow. Sergio watched the water and something in him suddenly snapped, making him realize what he had just done and he started panicking.