Stark Reality Oblivion Novels & Stories

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.

"I needed you to be distracted, your attention on something else. Otherwise, you may have caught on." "Caught on? To what?" Her breathing was ragged now, her orgasm building steam. How had he done this to her? It made no sense. "You said it yourself. This is my Dreamscape. Everything here is a reflection of who I am." Mike was actively thrusting into her now, grabbing her ass with strong hands. "Do you want to know the real reason I can't escape? The truth behind my inability to leave this island, this strange paradox of a world that bows to my whim, yet won't let me do something as simple as swim away?"

Rebecca's laughter echoed. "The game's far from over." Kael's smile grew. "Ruth's true potential is unleashed." Orion's eyes locked onto Ruth. "You're the key to reshaping reality." Erebus nodded. "The Legacy's secrets are yours to command." Ruth's eyes blazed with determination. "I'll forge my own destiny." The chamber trembled as Ruth's power surged. Reality's fabric began to unravel. Ava stepped forward, her eyes locked onto Ruth. "Stop this, Ruth."

It contained the measurements he had mapped for the container and the same serial number. “You are not a good liar, little boy.” Dante stuck the paper in his face. “You want to talk now, before I start cutting off your fingers one after the other.” “You bastards! Go to hell.” Pierre screamed like a possessed person. “You can do as you please. I will be dead either way, because he is going to come for me.” “Who is going to come for you?” “The dark one.” He shuddered as he spoke. “Is this some sort of joke?” Dante jerked him up to his feet. “Do you think we are here to listen you talk shit?” He kicked Pierre’s chair in anger. “Who bought the fucking container?”

I can’t afford to take that risk. Elora looked up, face blank. She must have figured out something, but whatever it is she figured out, she’s not letting it show on her face. “I, Elora Stark, swear by the skies, by the blood of heroes spilled in time past, by the names of Alphas dead and alive, who have chosen to uphold freedom, liberty, might and sense of wholeness, that all I have revealed here is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.”

Ryker coughed, clutching his throat, his pride bleeding through the cracks of humiliation. “This isn’t over,” he spat, eyes flicking to me. “You’ll see who he really is, River. And when you do……” Orion took one step toward him, and Ryker bolted, stumbling down the hall before disappearing into the stairwell. Silence. Orion stood there for a moment, his breathing steady but his jaw tight. I stepped closer, hesitating at first. “Orion…” He turned to me slowly, and I saw it, the storm still burning in his eyes. His wolf was close to the surface, protective and violent all at once.

Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb. “Julian, you know what? I have a thousand ways to make the bastard in your womb die silently.” “I advise you to be obedient, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll take a look at the child after it’s born.” Gilbert’s tone was cold and ruthless.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

Awoken by the sudden feelings of pain in his aching heart, he exclaimed, “Shit!” Yang Tian-Xu woke up, and he couldn’t believe himself, “How could I have made her cry in my dream!!!” He hates at himself, as he shouted. Frustrated and angry at himself “Fuck! I am pathetic!” Yang Tian-Xu hated how he had raped her in his dream. Even though it was an illusion, however; Dreams are your hidden desire is it not? Yang Tian-Xu’s beautiful fit body covered with sweat, and sure enough, he was still erect. He needed to cool himself down. He took off his sweat-soaked T-shirt, and glance over at the clock and saw the time; 8:32 a.m.