Tempest Night Novels & Stories

Chapter One. AMANDA JONHSON. The dew descending from the sky moistly caressed my face, Seattle weather is usually quite predictable, and at times quite depressing, it always tends to go perfectly well with my mood, one that, lately makes me feel as if I'm trapped in a low frequency spiral.

The terror in her eyes blurred her vision. She bit her lips hard, trying to hold in her sobs, but her voice broke into a whispered prayer. “God, please… please save me.” Her strength was failing. Her knees buckled. The last thread of hope she held onto threatened to snap. Just as one of the men gripped the edge of her gown, ready to tear it open, a voice thundered through the night. “Hei!” It was baritone, sharp, venomous, like a sword slicing through darkness. “Get your filthy hands off that lady now or you live never to use them again!”

Characters: - Valentina Ruiz, 31 — the one in complete control - Dominic Kane, 38 — the powerful man on his knees - Elena Voss, 32 — the woman who came to watch and stayed to be used POV:Alternating close focus, filthy and sensory Heat: Absolute — the deepest, dirtiest version of control, double use, forced continuous pleasure, and complete sensory overload under the rain The storm hit just as Valentina locked the terrace doors. Rain hammered the glass roof and the open sides of the terrace. Lightning flashed across the city. Dominic was already naked, on his knees on the soaked outdoor mattress, wrists bound loosely behind his back with his own tie. His cock stood hard and leaking, untouche

My body was still trembling from the aftershocks of that intense orgasm, Alex’s thick cum cooling on my belly and fingers. The storm outside roared on, but inside our little hotel room, the air felt thicker, hotter, charged with raw need. I licked the last traces of him from my lips, savoring the salty, masculine taste of my stepson.

After a like hour of the journey through more than twenty-five minutes in traffic; they stropped in front of the Emperor Hotel, “Child, here we are” “Thank you uncle,” After paying the fare, Amelia climbed down from the car, then bid goodbye to the driver. Then she entered the hotel, after booking the room, she just freshened up then went to sleep, as she reached El Eastree in the afternoon, and she wasn’t really hungry as she had something on the plane. When she woke up, it was already seven in the evening, after that she ordered something light to eat for in-room service, then she got ready and went out.

She never expected that the only time she allowed herself to be jealous and acted atrociously, she would be caught red-handed at the scene. “I didn’t say anything….” She attempted to escape. However, the Ares family’s Ghost members were not people who ordinary citizens could fool. Tempest said with a cold voice, “I can check the surveillance camera and read your lips. If you were even the slightest bit disrespectful toward Zetty, you’ll know what’s coming for you.” The woman knelt on the ground in fright, confessing all her sins. Tempest was furious upon hearing her explanation. “Someone, land a few slaps on her.”

RYDER’s POV HOURS BEFORE ALISA’S NIGHTMARE We are at my office on the top floor of RED MOON. I sit behind my desk, drumming my fingers on its cool sandstone surface as I look at Zion, my Beta pacing back and forth. Zion as usual is agitated, he growls and shakes his head even as he wears out my carpet with his pacing. “Where did the rogues come from?” Lines mar his forehead. “We’ve set up perimeters all around and yet they still managed to break in. Had my son not been on patrol last night –“

she called, as she peeped into more lines of the shelves. Suddenly, he popped up behind her, his presence was so close that she jumped slightly. “Relax,” he said with a teasing smile, as he held up a dark bottle of wine. She narrowed her eyes at him, her lips twitched into an amused smile, “Fancy, I have trauma whenever I see a wine bottle,” she joked. Eros chuckled, “I still have trauma whenever I see a glass pressed on those fine lips, but this…” he held the bottle between them. “Chateau Nocturne, 1789, my very first wine, made when we opened our own brewery.”

"A truck was seen late at night, letting out more than twenty young women, right outside Wolf force station in Night Fall pack. The truck had no number, giving no link to whoever this driver was. But when these women, who turned out to be strippers from an unknown club run by a Mafia, amd also victims of the dangerous substance, were questioned, these were their response." "The Goddess sent a wonderful group of men to save us from that den!" "I thought I'd never see the outside world again. I'm so happy." "They gave us a substance that made us better. I felt like myself again!" "I didn't really see their faces. They looked like angels in disguise." "We didn't get to thank them for helping us

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."