The Collectors Novels & Stories

She inquired raising her sharp brow slightly. "My father-in-law, William, is hiding something from me and when I asked him who Daniel was he tried to avoid the topic." "He did tell me not to say anything to you-" Darius was ready to protest but she stopped him. "But I don't like to listen, so ask me anything." "What did Daniel do for a living?" "His family, the Atwoods are notorious for their jewellery business, I'm a fan of their jewellery myself, each is unique, this one was made specially for me." She states her hand touching the emerald necklace around her neck that complimented her skin as her dress did.

“Mr Volkov calls you ‘broken beauty restored.’ He believes you’ve been damaged by your previous captivity, and he’s going to heal you into perfection.” The irony was sickening. Ray had broken me, and now Dmitri thought he was going to fix me by breaking me further. “What does he want from us?” I asked. “Besides… the obvious.” “To be perfect,” Mei said. “To be exactly what he imagined when he chose us.” “He collects us,” Sophie added. “Like art. Like dolls. We’re supposed to be beautiful, obedient, exactly as he designs.” “There’s a gathering,” Caroline said. “Every year. The Collector’s Circle. Other men like Mr Volkov attend. They show off their collections, trade sometimes, and bid on new

It must be Bob or Grant. Bob has been bragging so much about how well the office is running now. She went to the front desk. There’s a beautiful flower bouquet. “I’m McKenzie Berkley.” Kenzie said. Front desk said. “ This is for you. They are so beautiful.” “Yes, they are. Thank you!” Kenzie said. “Miss me?” Leo said. He’s right behind her and the fear is stuck in her throat. Slowly she turned to him holding her breath.

"This is Nadia. She's here to help us kill the new Collector." "New Collector." I processed that. "We killed the Collector. Vincent Grey. I saw his body." "You killed one Collector." Nadia's voice was rough, like she'd screamed too much at some point and damaged her vocal cords. "The Council has been using Collectors for centuries. When one dies, another takes the title. Continues the elimination program. And the current Collector is worse than Vincent ever was." "Who?" I sat down, already not liking where this was going. "Who took over?"

the Finality asks. Before I can answer, the gap tears open again and the Collectors return, dozens of them forcing their way in. “We detect multiple reality-breakers in one location,” they announce. “Shepherds who manipulated cosmic law, Void-Dead who broke death, all of you qualify for collection. We’re claiming everyone in this gap for our archive.” The Shepherds and the Void-Dead and the three thousand regular dead all turn to face the new threat. “We were fighting each other,” the lead Shepherd says to me. “But the Collectors are worse. They preserve consciousness in eternal stasis. That’s a fate worse than anything we’ve do

I whimpered around his cock but obeyed, sliding my mouth up and down slowly, trying to keep the wet sounds as quiet as possible. Why wasn’t he even bothered about it? My fingers were still between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in messy circles. I was sweating now, little beads rolling down my back under my blouse, my thighs trembling from how turned onI was. The risk made everything sharper, these investors had no idea a girl was under the desk choking on their host’s dick. One of the men cleared his throat. “Mr. Mateo, about the European expansion. We projected a fifteen percent growth but the latest numbers from logistics show some delays—“ He paused.

I saw the blacksmith, Ewan’s father, reaching for a hammer that was turning into mist. "Stay with the earth!" I shouted at them, my voice laced with the Sovereign Sight. "Don't let go of the stone!" As I reached the steps of the Cathedral, the violet light intensified. Standing in my way was a figure I hadn't seen since the first battle at the border. It was a Collector. Not a Grey-Walker or a Liquidator, but one of the Shop’s true enforcers, a creature twelve feet tall, draped in armor made of crushed ledgers, wielding a scythe tipped with a shard of the Void.

I prepared and left for work. Work went smoothly except the fact my team is to stay behind until we had a better strategy for the company’s new product, lots of presentations and meetings, but they all happened fast. I noticed a colleague, Stephen staring at me. I honestly feel like I am overthinking it. He is actually the hottest male colleague in our team, and our Assistant Team Leader. After our last meeting, I went to get coffee, and a stunning male figure came in, shutting the door and the blinds. I turned to look at him, it was Stephen our Ass. Team leader.

and leave empty-handed. That solution seemed better than sitting at home and telling them the truth about my current financial situation. My plan was coming along just perfectly… until I saw it. A delicate gold bracelet, from the Hanz Collection, the latest design from Car***r Simple. Elegant. Perfect. The price tag stared back at me: $70,000. My stomach twisted. Where the hell was I supposed to get that kind of money? If Natalie would just pick up her damn phone, I wouldn't have to worry about price.

“It was just a loan. I was going to pay it back before they got home.” “A loan?” Ethan pushed off the desk and stalked toward me, closing the distance until I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. He towered over my five-foot-four frame, his presence suffocating in the best and worst ways. “You’ve been nothing but trouble since the day our parents got married. Parties that trashed the house, boys sneaking in, failing classes, and now stealing from your own family. I’ve covered for you too many times. Not anymore.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. When he opened it, my eyes widened. Inside was a sleek stainless steel collar, thin but strong, with a smal