Terror: Infamy Novels & Stories

He wimps, a slight chuckle escapes my lips. "Oh, sweetheart if only you knew how stupid you look right now." "Besides, you're useless to me now," I added. I slowly bent down and leaned closer to his ear. "Never underestimate me." "Like they say." Pausing for a second. "The most dangerous animal in the world is a silent smiling woman." I cocked my gun and shot him in the chest. He slowly gasps for air glancing deep into my eyes with fear. One-thousand-two-hundred and six people I've killed in my life. And none of them, I ever pitied for. People might say it's cruel but to survive in this barbaric world, you need to be feared by others.

My dignity was already trampled, and I am just a sex slave of a murderer. While Terrence is already successful in life and recognized by many, I am just a piece of trash compared to him. My heart almost broke with those thoughts. My world seemed to crumble when I was hit with the truth that I was no longer the old Farah Jimenez who was whole and innocent in the world around me. I am a slut. A whore of Lance Dominguez! After the conversation and some laughter, I said goodbye to Leah because the person who was going to pick me up was coming. It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to her and she was even about to go to work.

Then only then, do I open my eyes and find a cigarette inside my purse. As I light it, I have a vision of a burning building and flick it inside the gated entrance. The tapestry ignites instantaneously and the whole wall lights ablaze. I turn as I see something out of the corner of my eye. I look closer at the gate and to this day I wish I didn’t see those eyes. The eyes were deep dark spirals into an abyss that I have never seen before and hope I never see again.

A charity gala next weekend… wasn't that the exact same event Rafael was taking me to? I was just about to speak when the system erupted into frantic screaming. "No, you can't accept it! It'll be an absolute disaster if the two male leads meet now. Forcing the plot to take place before we've even reached that point would get us erased!" A chill crept down my spine as my tone shifted instantly. "No, you can't go—" "Why not?" he cut me off. "Is it because I'm your side piece? Am I so shameful that I can't even be seen in public?"

Aris whispered, his face sheet-white as he looked at a security feed. Catherine watched, her stomach turning to ice. Tariq was on the floor of the corridor. His body was convulsing, his spine arching at an impossible angle. His veins were darkening, visible through his skin like thick black ropes. He clawed at his own face, his fingernails elongating, hardening into talons. The Fenris-Rage wasn't just killing him; it was changing him. And fast.

I paced across the room, my heart racing as the echoes of my last dream still clung to my skin. The furies. The whispered warnings, the icy grips, and the terror—they were becoming more real with every passing day. The eerie connection between me and the Underworld was no longer something I could brush aside.

~Becca's POV~ My step-uncle Jameel hasn't visited in ten years. Now he's back, and staying for a whole month. But the thing is... he doesn't know I've seen his dick pic on my step-mom's phone. That single image, a high-angle shot of a thick, veiny cock standing proud against dark skin, the head glistening and wide... had been burned into my retinas for six months. I’d found it while looking for a photo of my dog on my step-mother’s iPad, and instead of closing the tab, I’d spent an hour zooming in, imagining exactly how that weight would feel stretching me open.

She then volunteered to share all of her knowledge about the rig with us. The state of affairs in this place is much worse than I had anticipated. Years ago, when I was just starting out as a mercenary, I went here for another task, but a lot has changed since then. The Angels' control over the South has loosened, and in 2028, it appears that a group of Omegas fled the Rig.

The flattery and awe that had once surrounded him had turned into pity and doubt. The entire pack grew restless under the strain of the Alpha's instability. Several Elders visited repeatedly to advise him, only to be driven away by his murderous glare. He became paranoid and stubborn, locking himself away in the empty house. One day, however, he discovered a name in a sealed, forbidden grimoire—the Blood Witches. They were a group of outcasts, shunned by both the werewolves and witches alike, practitioners of forbidden blood magic. He knew it was taboo, a pact with the devil, but he couldn't care less. To find me, he was willing to pay any price.

She felt for the structure and immediately recognised him as Vivy. “ LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI” [Beautiful woman without mercy] “You almost scared me “ “you almost took away my life not showing up for 5 hours after I reached your home.” “Feeling shy dear ,its my first experience.” “Do you mean mine is hundredth?” “Maybe because you actually kidnapped me.So you could have done the same things to others.” “I swear Elsa yours were the first cleavage I smothered and yours were the first lips I bit, these eyes were the first pegs that I had that intoxicated me.”