The Hole In The Wall

Trigger Warning!! This book is very dark, containing torture and abuse, read at your own risk!! "Take off your clothes Brie! You can't run from me! I'll always catch you, little mouse." His menacing voice rang out. I was already caged between him and the wall, there was nowhere left to run. He caught my wrists in a strong grip, until I cried out from the pain. "Please I'm not ready! I need some more time" I sobbed, my whole body shaking badly,I was willing to do anything to reach out to whatever little humanity he has left. His eyes were cold. Merciless. He was going to hurt me, I knew it. "But you were ready to run away with that bastard, weren't you? " The smirk on his face as he taunted me betrayed the icy rage that simmered in his eyes. "You belong to me, Brie! I'm your husband! And I won't be denied of my rights, Refuse me again, I dare you to Brie!" He hissed, his grey eyes simmering with hot fury. What happens when Gabriella Thorne gets forced into an arranged marriage with Lucian Castiel. He is Cold. Brutal. He gets anything he wants. What happens when he's determined to TAINT Gabrielle's innocence with his darkness. Is there a flicker of light at the end of the tunnel, or would she be forever tainted by his Psychotic Obsession?

“Be a good girl for me and come fucking closer.” Alfred’s voice was husky, and angry. It made me dizzy with sinful lust. I gulped as I obediently closed the distance between us. He inched even closer and I felt my breath hitch when his hands found my thighs and I was hosteled up, back plastered against a wall in an instant. “Who am I?” “My- my husband.” I whispered, mouth quivering. His fingers tangled in my hair, a kiss against my arched throat. “That’s right. You belong to me, and not my fucking idiotic brother. I own everything– your body, your heart and your soul. They’re all mine.” ~~~~ Bella had her life mapped out. Go to med school, graduate, make enough money to get her father and brother a better life, and fall in love. Her plans were destroyed when she found out she had been promised to a Mafia Don as a collateral for a debt. Alfred Winston was someone no sane person wanted to mess with– he was ruthless, filthily rich and very powerful; he wields authority like second nature. How is life as the wife of a Mafia’s Don going to be for Bella? It sure as hell won’t be a bump free ride when Alfred’s younger brother– Damien, was smoking hot and hell bent on heating Bella’s curvy body up with that smoke, and let’s not forget the amount of dangers lurking at every damn corner, ready to consume Bella at the slightest opportunity.

"Are you nervous, Miss Bologna?" What the fuck? Did he just read me? I shifted slightly in my seat. "Detective Gunner, you seem to think you know me. But let me assure you, you don't." He shook his head, an inky black curl moving down his forehead. "I might not know you, Miss Bologna, but all one point two million followers don't know you either." A cocky grin crossed his face, drawing my attention to those damn dimples again. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. "It's a necessary precaution." He held his arms up and shrugged. "And I get that. Being the daughter of the wealthy, powerful, notorious Wall Street guru, Dante Bologna has its downsides, I suppose." I glowered at him from underneath my lashes. "Tell me what you want, Detective Gunner." He tucked his phone back into his pants pocket. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening in this city." * * * To Love A Bologna is a four-volume series about the trials, temptations, and heart-burning romance of the Bologna family. | This first volume is focused on Nessa, the last and only daughter of the renowned mafia lord, Dante Bologna, and her love interest, Detective James Gunner who is on a quest to catch and destroy the Bologna family. When detective Gunner discovers the truth about the Bolognas, will he be able to go through with his plans? Or will his stolen heart make the choice for him?

My back hit the cold wall of the Alpha’s packhouse, my breath hitched in my throat as the triplets closed in—Asher, Alaric, and Argent. Asher leaned in first, his mouth brushing against my ear. “Sign the contract, Alisha,” he growled. “You’re ours. Your body, soul, and every filthy little sound you make.” I swallowed hard as Alaric’s fingers traced a circle around my swollen areola in an infuriating slow-mo. “See, your body is already responding, stop pretending you don’t want to be ruined by us.” Argent stepped in last, his hand skimming under the hem of my dress. “You’re trembling, sweetheart. Not from fear… but from need. Say the word, and we’ll own every inch of you.” “And if I say no?” my voice was shaky as I bit down the moan crawling up my throat. The three of them exchanged glances and then turned to me. And like a rehearsed lyric, they all unisoned. “Then we make you beg on your knees. And we won’t stop until you forget your own name… just ours.” Asher grabbed my chin, tilting it up. “Last chance, sweetheart. Safe word or surrender.” My lips parted. “I surrender.” That was all they needed. Alaric was behind me instantly, lips on my neck, one hand wrapping around my waist, the other dragging the strap of my dress down torturously slow. “Good girl,” he murmured, his teeth grazing my skin. “You’re ours now.” •••••••• This is not just a love story. It’s survival. And it starts with rejection…

"What gives you the right to think you can control me?" I fumed, feeling the anger rising in me. Before I could react, he had me pinned against the wall, his eyes staring into mine. “Go ahead and deny it all you want but this body of yours belongs to me completely. Like hell I'd let anyone touch you this way.” Violet Murray had always longed for the day she would find her mate. She doesn’t expect the painful rejection and humiliation that comes from the Alpha. Tired of everything she’d been forced to endure; she does the most reasonable thing anyone would do in her shoes. Strike a deal with his long-time rival, Lucian Sinclair. They form an alliance under the guise of a fake relationship. She swears she has no feelings for him. When their fake relationship bleeds into something else, she finds herself questioning everything, including her growing feelings. Lucian Sinclair had one simple aim; completely destroying the one thorn in his flesh, Tristan Black, along with his bleeding pack. He finds an opportunity in the person of Violet who bears a grudge against Tristan and her former pack for all she’d been put through. They agree to form an alliance for the sole purpose of taking their mutual enemy down. It was meant to be no feelings attached. When the lines start to blur, her finds herself unable to deny the feelings he has for her. When different enemies threaten to tear them apart, they must decide if their love is worth fighting for.

Tiffany Jones is beautiful, innocent and a straight-A student, straight from elementary school, well, until she met Zeke. She had a lot of bad experiences while growing up, but that didn't stop her from becoming the person she was. Except that she had very huge trust issues. In college, she's made to share a bedroom with who she calls a total jerk. Yup, that's him, Ezekiel Blakely, popularly known as Zeke. He's a bad boy. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. The two are seen and talked about in the college, making Tiffany get attention, which she dislikes. How's she gonna cope with such a jerk? Would she give in to his flirtatious character and risk it all or would she flee before it's too late? Keep reading to find out. "Why the f*** did you have to wear this," This time, he pinned me to the wall, completely taking me off guard. "Nerd you're turning me on," He said and then pressed himself against me. There was no doubt he was already turned on. Oh, God! He brought his face to my neck and breathed hotly against it, sending shivers to my body. He trailed one of his hands up to my dress and our breathing was already getting hot. With one hand on my waist and the other making its way to my bra he whispers, "Stop torturing little Zeke."

I, Zoey Carter, it was as if I was born to be punished. An accident, I lost my parents, and that was the day I was accused of murder. All those years of bullying and torture. Without my family, I thought my godmother's presence was a pathetic handout from the moon goddess. But now, I'm going to lose her again! I can't lose her, I don't want to actually become alone, a person who will never be loved! So I have no choice, I need money and I have nothing but a sound, needed womb. Yes, I'm going to be a surrogate! As a rumored murderer, of course I wouldn't be accepted. But this time, I had complete confidence that I was the best person for the job... *** "NEXT!" "Don't go inside!"My wolf, Tilly cries. "He will kill us!" I know it. But No! I must go! Even if it means death! I ignored a ranting Tilly and straightened my back,, look up noble and ready to fight with this jerk and his friends. The door opens in front of me and I step inside but as soon as my eyes meet their eyes. I can see the shock on Tristan's face to see me here, as if he just saw a horror movie that scared the shit out of him. But before I could react his Beta is grabbing me by my arms and pushing me into the wall, while gamma Nicholas blocks in his tracks. "What the F*CK are you doing here?! You murderer!" and grabbing my throat he lifts me in the air, holding me there.

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic

Ich war im achten Monat schwanger, und die Wehen setzten ein, doch mein Alpha-Gefährte Damien sperrte mich in einen Silberkäfig im Keller, um die Geburt hinauszuzögern. Als ich um Hilfe schrie, sagte er nur, ich solle warten. Denn die Gefährtin seines verstorbenen Bruders, Victoria, brachte am selben Tag ihren Welpe zur Welt. Der Seher des Rudels hatte vorhergesagt, dass nur der erstgeborene Welpe von Mondgöttin gesegnet und zum zukünftigen Alpha werden würde. „Der Titel gehört Victorias Welpe“, sagte er. „Sie hat Marcus verloren. Sie hat nichts. Du hast bereits all meine Liebe, Elena. Der Silberkäfig wird dafür sorgen, dass du nach ihr entbindest.“ Die Wehen waren eine Folter. Ich flehte ihn an, mich in die Klinik zu bringen. Er packte mein Kinn und zwang mich, ihn anzusehen. „Hör auf, so zu tun. Ich hätte wissen müssen, dass du mich nie geliebt hast. Alles, was dir je wichtig war, sind Reichtum und Status!“ „Nur um deine Wehen zu erzwingen und zu stehlen, was meinem Neffen zusteht … Du bist wirklich böse.“ Blass und zitternd flüsterte ich: „Der Welpe kommt, ich kann es nicht aufhalten. Bitte, ich leiste einen Bluteid. Die Erbschaft ist mir egal. Ich liebe nur dich!“ Er spottete. „Wenn du mich lieben würdest, hättest du Victoria nie in diesen Vertrag gedrängt, um das Geburtsrecht ihres Welpen aufzugeben. Ich hole dich ab, wenn sie entbunden hat. Schließlich ist das in dir auch mein Welpe.“ Er bewachte Victorias Kreißsaal. Erst als er das Neugeborene in ihren Armen sah, erinnerte er sich an mich. Er befahl seinem Beta, mich freizulassen. Doch die Stimme des Beta bebte. „Luna… und der Welpe… sie sind tot.“ Und in diesem Moment verfiel Damien der Wildheit.

Mein Freund Tom versprach mir, an meinem 20. Geburtstag eine großartige Paarungszeremonie für mich zu veranstalten. Doch auf meiner Geburtstagsfeier machte Tom stattdessen Lily, meiner Stiefschwester, feierlich einen Antrag zur Gefährtenbindung. Während alle jubelten und gratulierten, stand ich da wie eine Närrin. Allein gelassen, voller Verzweiflung. Der Schmerz des Verlassenwerdens überwältigte mich. Da trat Sam vor, der Alpha und Erbe des Obsidian-Stammes. Er verkündete vor allen, dass er schon lange in mich verliebt sei und mich beanspruchen wolle. Ob ich einverstanden sei? Ich sagte ja. Die nächsten fünf Jahre verwöhnte und umsorgte er mich. Er merkte sich jede meiner Vorlieben. Dann hörte ich zufällig ein Gespräch zwischen ihm und seinem Beta. Mein Traum vom Glück zerbrach. „Sam, Lily ist jetzt die Luna des Weißrosen-Rudels, genau wie sie es wollte. Willst du diese Scharade mit Any wirklich fortsetzen?“ „Ich kann Lily nicht haben. Da ist es egal, wer meine Gefährtin ist. Außerdem sorge ich dafür, dass sie Lilys Glück nicht zerstört.“ In Sams Tresor im Arbeitszimmer bewahrte er noch immer alle Geschenke von Lily auf. Handgefertigte Wolfszahn-Anhänger. Briefpapier mit Lilys Wolfspfotenabdruck. Auf seiner wertvollsten Silberschuppen-Rüstung war auf jeder einzelnen Schuppe Lilys Name eingraviert: „Lily, meine große Liebe. Meine Klauen werden für dich jeden Dorn zerreißen und dir das Glück erkämpfen, das du dir wünschst.“ „Wenn du mich brauchst, gebe ich dir gern mein schlagendes Wolfsherz aus meiner Brust!“ „Selbst wenn ich es rauben muss – ich hole dir alles, was du willst!“ Fünf Jahre Glück waren nur eine Illusion. Als ich die Wahrheit erfuhr, löste sich alles in Luft auf. Ich stellte den Antrag, das Rudel zu verlassen. In zwei Tagen verschwand ich aus Sams Welt. Für immer. Unsere Wege kreuzten sich nie wieder.