Storyville Slayer Novels & Stories

She points at the main door, making me look at her with confusion sprawled over my face. I timidly walk toward the main door, not knowing what to expect. I feel the air knocked out of my chest as soon as I stand in front of the door. 'SLUT' in bold red letters is painted across the main door of the house. It didn't take a genius to know who was behind all of this. Victor Lawford is a persistent bastard and by the looks of it, he is not giving up anytime soon. He is hell-bent on proving a point and he is willing to go to any extent to do so. I hurriedly rush back to Scarlett. She is just standing there, her teary eyes repeatedly running over the words written on the paper in her hands.

This book includes the following: - Vulgar language - Violence - Sexual acts - Gore - Trigger words Please read with caution as this book is rated 18+ and must be read with caution. If you feel uneasy, please do not go on. You have been warned! This horror/thriller book has twists and turns; the main character is out to find the truth behind the events and will do anything to get to the bottom of it. Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world?

But that Star is nowhere to be found. She's currently at the back of my mind, watching me with raised brows. The vampire licked his finger. He did so slowly, as he locked eyes with me. And that further aroused me. My toes curled as I lifted my hips higher. However, when I tried to do justice since he doesn't want to help me relieve myself, he slapped my hands off, with a stern expression on his face. “You don't get to touch yourself. At least, not without my approval.” Three quick successions of slaps on my pleasure area caused me to cry out.

"Proceed to the next action! Collect the souls!" ❇❇❇ Rain started to pour heavily as orcs and giants came down from the ship. They hustled their way out of the tall building and slaughtered every normal they could find. They collected their souls, placing them in a cell-like bag as the normals just start to disappear, turning into white orbs of energy. The normals couldn't see them, leaving them defenseless and without any idea what was upon them. Laughing hysterically for another feast they are taking, they hurriedly scattered themselves into the streets of the near-barren city.

~ ~ Continuing in Author's POV Awhile back, Skylar had found out that her mother and father were still alive. She also found out that her brothers and sisters were too, but were gone and with now completely different identities since her parents had sold them to various mobs in order to survive. Skylar's mother, Sasha, was against this, but she had no say. Once her father, Gabriel, had gambled and drank all the money the had left away, Sasha was forced into prostitution so he could drink and feed his addictions.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

Whips, chains, knives, and cat o' nine tails coil like snakes, ready to strike. The offender knelt on the bare floor. Pleading for forgiveness. But I'm unforgiving. This man stole my money and I don't forgive thieves. I gave the order and walked out of the room. I hadn't gone too far when I heard the last screams of the man that stole from me. I made my way to the club and grabbed a drink. “I thought you've gone soft. I'm glad to see you haven't.” It was Gabriella speaking. Only she could talk to me freely without fear.

All the years she had put into preparing were slipping away from her and into Asher’s hungry mouth. Cybill was unable to keep her eyes open as the blood drained from her body. She went limp, falling directly into Asher’s waiting arms. At the brink of death, Asher carried her body to his couch, gazing down at his conquest. Guilt washed over his body for what he had done. Never before had he felt any emotion for his victims, they were just a means to an end. Cybill was different. Asher couldn’t bring himself to kill her, he left her where she lay to transform into what he was, an insatiable creature of the night.

THIRD PERSON POV “Drop the money at the end of the Firetrail Alley. Red tent. No games. Drop it on the table and leave.” William leaned in. “We need proof that she is alive.” “You will get that once we verify the drop is complete,” the voice replied. “We count, and you wait. When I know the money is complete, I will call again.” The line went dead. Jasmine lowered the phone slowly. Haley was already opening the map on her phone. “Firetrail Alley runs behind the east end. Close to the freak show tents. It’s away from the rides..”