The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Mga Nobela at Kwento

But his expression didn’t waver. He really wanted me to hit him. I shook my head, taking a step back at the thought alone. “I… I can’t,” I muttered. “I just can’t put my hands on you. That’s… I can’t do it.” I kept retreating, putting as much distance between us as possible, but in just three strides he was back at my side, grabbing my hand. “Lesson two,” he said, staring straight into my eyes. “You must always strike back. Even when you’re scared or feeling guilty. If you are wronged, you always strike. I wronged you. You hit me.”

Why did her touch still have an effect on me? "Get. Out!" I ordered though gritted teeth, my fists balled. ****** This Chapter is dedicated to you, Valentina R. Author is sending hugs 🤗

“Who sent you?” The man’s eyes stayed glued to the floor, refusing to meet mine. Zeviar straightened, muscles coiling like a spring, and then, without any warning, the first blow landed. It was an open-handed strike, sharp and fast, snapping the man’s head sideways against the cold, unforgiving stone wall. The crack echoed down the corridor, reverberating back like a grim announcement. The man gasped, his body jerking, then he caught himself, spitting blood onto the floor between his knees. I flinched instinctively but didn’t move otherwise. “Who sent you?” Zeviar demanded, his voice low and steady.

He looked at Caleb's face, it was peeved. Thief! She was a thief! She had taken off with Caleb's money. He sprang into action, jumped off the stage like she had and took off. He would have caught up with her soon, picking up some speed but something made him stop. It was a yell from behind. "She didn't steal it, Harry!" It was Caleb, calling him back. Slowly, he turned and faced the stage, confusion spread on his features. The spectators had already dispersed, a few groups and pairs lingering, whispering.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UPRISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 6 : ALTERNATE ACTS I Opening up with a scene that appeared to already be ongoing. Pete and Eira trying to get something out of the man whom they got custody of and on the other hand, Calypso was on a bed in an unspecific room, laying upright. Pete, with a pen knife in his palm, guarded by Eira who stood behind him, arms crossed and straight faced towards the man tied to a chair. Obviously seen, wounds, bruises and marks of torture existing on his face.

What will happen when the one they control becomes the one they can’t control? Get ready for chapter 10

The silence stretched then I turned on my heel, stormed out, and slammed the door behind me. The sound echoed down the hall, sharp and final. I stopped just outside, pressing a hand against the door for a second not out of hesitation, but to steady the storm raging in my chest. Then I walked away. Because if I stayed, I wasn’t sure which would break first the door, or my control. ----- 🌸 Thank you for reading, my lovelies! This chapter was intense, wasn’t it? Their first real fight and neither wants to admit what’s truly behind the anger. Is it fear… or something deeper? 💔

Sweat the size of a corn seed poured down the guards' foreheads. They did not expect, in front of their eyes right now was one of the largest mafia members in the country. And that terrible man was—, "Lu—Lucy ...." . . . Hi ... thanks for reading 'Dangerous Man', sorry for the inconvenience. I will revise the previous chapter to make it even better. Don't forget to leave your review guys!: D

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 1 -ELAINE- The scream clawed its way out of my throat, sharp and strangled. I ran, feet pounding against the ground, lungs burning, heart jackhammering in my chest. I didn’t dare look back. I could feel it behind me, him, his presence thick like smoke, suffocating, unrelenting. Then came the tug. My scalp burned as fingers twisted into my hair, yanking me backward with such force it stole my breath. I screamed again louder, more desperate.

I made a run for the safety of my bedroom but in the next moment, I was restrained. “Enough!” My body jerked in fright, but my mind instantly obeyed the alpha command. I slumped against the man. “Good,” the man muttered close to my ear. “It’s just me, flower. Elias. You remember me, don’t you?” Elias. The man with the scar. I nodded, I remembered him. His hold on me loosened enough for me to slip away. The fear faded, only to be replaced by anger. I spun around and started hitting him. “You freaking asshole! Why would you do that?”