The Collectors Novels & Stories

After so many years of oblivion, he was finally going to confess his feelings. Getting inside the car, he put the bouquet on the passenger seat and tuned in to a radio station. He felt giddy somehow. Like a teenager in love. ••• Nayab opened the drawer of her vanity when she came across a red velvet box, it was her wedding gift from Taimoor. Taking it out, Nayab opened the box to look at the beautiful Emerald necklace, she has hidden it in the back of the drawer, away from her eyes as it only reminds her of the broken pieces of her dreams.

Evander replied in a low voice, making sure that only Poppy could hear him. Poppy threw a sharp glance at the guards who were grinning widely with happiness as they collected the Crystal Cores scattered in the snow. “Chief! There are six large pure Crystal Cores, as well as other items we collected.” “Bring them inside.” The guard captain glanced at Poppy, who was still glaring at him, the corners of his lips curling into a thin smirk. “This time I'll let you off. If something like this happens again, you won't be allowed to enter this base again.”

Colt Wincosin, a ruthless businessman, stands in his penthouse, anticipating the arrival of M.J., the hottest stripper in the city. As she enters, Colt's calculated hunger takes over. He commands her, using various toys and techniques to push her to her limits, extracting raw, unfiltered screams of… ***************************** The city lights twinkled like distant stars as I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse, a glass of aged whiskey in hand.

“Try me. Or I’ll make sure you regret every fucking breath you’ve ever taken.” The man flinched. “Okay, okay! The boss… he’s just a middleman. He handles the… the acquisitions. The real boss, the one who runs the show, she’s known as ‘The Collector.’ Nobody sees her. Nobody knows her name.” “Acquisitions?” Marcus scoffed, stepping closer. “What the hell are you acquiring?”

Then I transition into bringing out the big guns. “Unfortunately there are too many human kidnappings to know which might be involved, but we’re working with intel from law enforcement to narrow that down as well. Hopefully with more information we can do that quicker. After getting nowhere with our interrogations we had Cataleya go in and give it a try. She was able to crack him enough to find out what it is they are after. Life essence. They are working with witches.”

I asked, keeping my eyes glued to the friendly expression on his face. The members of the Iridescence Pack were in on the game, and each played their own roles. It was common knowledge that the members of the pack gave nothing away, and never offered additional help beyond what they could already provide. There would be no cheating, no begging for help or a free ride. The golden etching on the box shimmered, as though it were winking at me. "Hm, I'm not sure." The shop keeper shrugged, giving me an honest yet sheepish grin. "My husband is the collector. Finds all of the stuff in this shop. I just clean em' up a bit. I even make some of the pieces!"

--The End-- A/N: We have reached the end of the Debt Collector. Thank you so much for reading you guys! I love you all so much <3 <3 <3. Please check out my other completed stories My boss is clueless and The Bad Boy's Problem (Nate and Amelia's story).

After my sister-in-law Lydia had my brother Caleb's kidney removed and spent three years draining his blood, he escaped back to our hometown barely alive. He lay on a bed at the clinic, holding my hand tight as he said, "Noah, don't go after them. You can't afford to cross Lydia's family." Three days later, he died in my arms. I buried him on the hillside behind the town, under the old oak tree he had loved to climb as a child. On the seventh day after I buried him, a black Maybach stopped at the edge of town. Lydia got out with a frail man who looked like he could fall over at any time. She stood outside my house's door and looked at me. "Noah, where's your brother? Tell him to come o

He crouched down to grab a fistful of Evren’s hair and forced the omega’s head up. “You heard the Crown collectors arrived today? Wonder why the Alpha asked us to bring you to him. Hmmm, heard the pack has fallen behind on payments.” Evren stiffened. His eyes widened in fear as the implication of Darien’s words registered in his mind. The crown collectors were an emissary group that collected debts on behalf of the Lycan crown. Cold fear curled in Evren’s stomach as Darien dragged him to his feet and, without waiting for the omega to get his bearings, began pushing him in the direction of the main hall.

One hand rubbed my back in slow circles. "Breathe," he whispered. "I've got you." My face stayed buried in his neck, cheeks burning. The aftershocks still fluttered inside me. His scent filled my head. I felt small and safe and completely wrecked all at once. His phone buzzed on the counter. Once. Twice. He ignored it at first, kissing my hair. Then he glanced over, and his body went rigid. "Damien?" I pulled back enough to see his face. He picked up the phone, thumb scrolling. His jaw tightened. "The collectors. They're coming tomorrow night. Want proof the collateral is... secured."