The Blacklist The Harem Novels & Stories

Because in reality, I was already experiencing that karma. I was speechless, my mouth trembling, unable to speak. Why did anyone else know about what I was going through? Jake claimed he had seen my husband bring a woman into our house, and Leo, too, saw it. These two men, I barely knew them, yet why did they have to witness the karma I was bearing? I decided to leave, ignoring my ID, which was still in his hand. I didn't want to hear anything more that would ultimately break my heart.

"I've been wondering when you'd come to that conclusion." "This has gone too far." I set my glass down with more force than necessary. "She has the company, the board's support, Father's approval, and now she's in some kind of relationship with all three BDS partners." Helen's eyebrows rise. "All three?" "All three." The words taste bitter. "Some polyamorous arrangement they've apparently all agreed to. She's seeing Ares Blackville, Marco De Santos, and Harvey Smith simultaneously." Helen is quiet for a moment, processing then a slow smile spreads across her face.

I happened to use a computer in the library right after Hazel, and when I saw the dirty things she had left on the g****e search history, I knew the perfect way to bait her ass. She was reading an article about “BDSM fantasies”, and right after, she seemed to have gone through a couple of gangbang clips with surprisingly rough and domineering acts. Learning that she was a dirty whore underneath all that neediness made me want her even more. So I set to work on creating a trap that she couldn’t resist. I created a website that matched people with others who have nasty fantasies, then I hacked into her phone and tweaked her algorithm so that the website would pop up on her search engine in the

"I would presume it would be more like a friends-with-benefits situation." "But?" I pressed, knowing there was more. "You mentioned something about my healing nature last night, didn't you?" "I did," he admitted. "This needs a little more context to make sense." He took a drink of his water before continuing. "I'm sure you understand that those that serve together in the service tend to form a brotherhood. A deeper bond than most individuals would." I nodded in agreement and understanding. "In our fire-team, there were only four of us: Riley, Tristan, Ash and I. We spoke a lot about our pasts, our traumas, our struggles and fears. We also spoke about our dreams and our futures. As well as th

But this time I dreaded it more than the first. My eyes shot wide. There he was standing in all black , with a hoodie over his face. I peered closer, the only thing I could make out was the sinister smile that reached up the shadow hiding the rest of his face. My gaze drifted to the opposite side of the road and I spotted Andrew's BMW-I8 parked there. Could it actually be his? No, no! Colour drained from my face and I looked on in horror. A shrill scream left my lips as I cowered to the floor both hands covering my ears.

“They charge 5000 bucks for two hours and then they record it all and even gossip about it. It wouldn’t even be half a day before the whole media would be buzzing with the news of Alex Bianchi’s latest mental disorder. I needed something and someone who would charge fairly and keep quiet about it all. I wanted to keep it all a secret. So I signed up on that site, filled up some nonsense details and they gave me a name and number.” “That was Zivah.” I provided, now understanding how they knew each other. Alex nodded. “Yes, we talked on the call and my first request was that she should not tell a soul about this. Or I would make sure she wouldn’t get a single job or place to live.” “You blackm

Keegan was speechless. "Are you trying to make me angrier?" Vermont's mouth twitched. He immediately screenshotted his WhatsApp and sent it to Keegan. "See for yourself." He then teased him, "Your ex-wife blacklisted you. That's why you can't see it." Keegan's expression instantly turned ugly when he saw that screenshot. Vermont asked, "She said she prioritizes healthy men. What does that mean? Do you have any sexual dysfunction? You couldn't satisfy her?"

Mumbai, 1964 Deep down inside, she was bleeding; her heart was swollen as if she had been pierced by a rod that could reach any part of her body with one bite. Blackwheel stared at her, feeling disgusted about what he had done. It was one of the many times he had raped a woman without feeling any form of remorse for his victim just fear. This very day, he stared at the woman deeply and she stared back at him like a wounded lion. He knew her father was from Pakistan because she had mentioned it once while begging him to pull away from her. All he could do was look at her, feel sorry for her and think about her name. Her name was very familiar to him because it sounded like rushing water hitti

Someone said to me "You are running out of time Amara." I said "I know." The person said "If they find you" I said "They will not." A screen appeared in front of me. It was full of lines of code and encrypted files and names and locations. This was all the information that Blackwood had tried to hide. This was all the information that they never wanted anyone to find. My breath came quickly. I whispered "I have it." The person said " get out now." I said "I will." I saw another memory.

The Black family crest. Damien Black. Everyone knew that name. Billionaire. Ruthless. The kind of man who destroyed companies before breakfast and never explained why. I'd seen his picture in business journals and gossip columns alike: dark hair, even darker eyes... Why would Damien Black send me anything? My hands shook as I broke the seal. The document inside was thick. Official. MARRIAGE CONTRACT This agreement shall be binding upon signature by both parties… The legal language blurred together until I reached the handwritten note pinned to the bottom.