The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

The night sky starting to set in and the sun fading behind the cornfields. I threw down another plan of wood and decided that was enough for today. We could come back for the rest, next week, I didn’t want to spend another minute here! I turned away from the pile, about to run back to the house, and call down the guards to leave everything and move their arses out here. All of a sudden, my skin bristled, and my wolf growled, I looked over my shoulder to see a tall man with a seedy smile glaring at me. I extracted my claws, prepared to swipe him and shout for help, when two hands wrapped around my mouth and my chest pulling me against a hard body, towering over me. I tried to slash his arm as

“You’re insane if you think she’ll—” “I’m not insane,” the man interrupted, cutting through the tension with precision. “I’m patient. Strategic. And I’ve waited a long time for this. A very long time.” Dorian stepped closer, his presence radiating protective heat. “You’re not taking her anywhere. She stays here, with us.” The man’s eyes glinted with amusement. “Ah, but that’s the beauty of it. She doesn’t have a choice.” Before anyone could react, he moved with lightning speed, drawing a small device from his pocket. A pulse of light shot from it, and the warehouse lights flickered violently. I shielded my eyes, the sound of electricity sizzling in the air.

He prevented his own owner. The necklace on my chest burned hard, and I held it, taking it out of reach of my skin. I forced entry, avoiding making noise of effort. The old man approached the bed and sat down, he groped the search for the book and opened it. I tried to force it in once again. A tension stretched over my shoulders, in response to the effort, and I stopped trying, I watched the old man, wondering what would have triggered that kind of protection of the book so as not to let me get close.

Celine shook her head. “No one gets to choose my life for me.” The stranger's expression darkened. “You still don't understand.” He stepped fully into the chamber. “I am not asking you to choose.” The air grew colder. “I am telling you that the choice has already begun.” The Keeper of Names suddenly stepped forward. “Enough.” Everyone looked at him. The Keeper's face was pale. “You cannot continue this.” The stranger turned. “You remember me.” “I remember what you did.” The stranger's smile disappeared.

I shouted as I rushed forward. The man turned sharply, surprise flashing in his eyes. Before I could reach Esmeralda, he shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled backward, nearly losing my balance. It seemed I was wrong because he was strong as hell..I definitely judged this book by it's cover. “Stay out of this.” he snapped. My heart pounded, but I refused to back down. “Touch her again and I’ll scream so loud this entire house will wake up.” I warned, my voice shaking but loud.

I could still see Kayla behind him, trembling and it made something ugly and bright coil inside my ribs. “Move Kieran,” I muttered. “I have unfinished business with her.” “And if you kill her, what next? Nothing changes, you won't get your child back.” That shut me up. I exhaled shakily. “I want my book.” I turned and snatched it from the man with the scar. “Now pray our paths never cross again.” He nodded so fast it was almost pathetic. The confidence he had when he dragged me down her was long gone. Mentally, I had a list of people to take care of and he made his way to that list.

Clenching my jaw and keeping my fists in a ball, I stalk over to them. Grabbing his hands off her, “If you want to keep the bones in your fucking body, then leave and never come near her again,” A/N Been such a long time since an update but yeah, here it is. Side note, the next book is for Moya and Dimitri’s romance.

I muttered as the man grabbed hold of me , ready to lay me on the bed . "I wouldn't want to play games with you,the money before we get down to business and Why are you trying to romance me ,we agreed on twerking and stripping, I'm not your personal slut or sex toy , I strips not sex "I corrected and the man forcefully lay me over as he try to get over me, I push him off me and then Hit him with my shoe before running out of the room. Coming here to look for money was definitely a bad idea,there should be a way out .

I screamed as pain shot through my back then everything stopped. I slid down the wall, breathing heavily and my hands trembled. “What just happened? Talk to me! You said something, tell me. What just happened? What should I do?” I asked again and looked around. The books were scattered everywhere. One particular book had landed open on the floor and I stared at it. Something about the page caught my attention. I slowly stood and walked toward it. There was an illustration on the page. The illustration was that of a woman standing over a man with black energy surrounding them. My eyes moved to the strange symbol that appeared across the man's chest.

Something complicated passed across his face. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he said. His voice was rough from years of cigarettes or weather or both. Eli kept his body slightly in front of Nora’s. “Neither are you, from the look of it.” The man huffed a short, humorless breath. “Name’s Cal. I keep an eye on the place for the woman who used to come here. She paid me for years to make sure nobody tore it down or moved in.” He squinted at them. “She said if two people ever showed up looking like they’d been driving a long time and carrying old ghosts, I should give them a message.”