The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

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.”

Because nothing holds everything. And the gold shell with eight cracks closed. All cracks healed. Smooth. Gold. No tick. No patter. No hum. No crack. No clap. Just warm. Like Mama's net in Book 1 Chapter 1 when she was 10 and bullied. Warm like nothing that breathes. Tomorrow at 6:13 AM, Chapter 70, we will still do nothing. Because Chapter 70 is the last chapter of Book 9. And the last chapter of owning forever.

A/N: Dear readers, if you'd like to relive how Manuela came into the story, you can find her first appearance with Heitor in chapter 62 of "Couple 1 - Irresistible Boss," when she sells him makeup. This scene is also in chapter 14 of "Couple 2," from Manu's own perspective. If you'd like to revisit more important first interactions with Manu in previous stories, you can find them in chapters 102, 103, and 162 of "Couple 1 - Irresistible Boss" and in chapters 7, 26, and 41 of "Couple 2." I'll leave this information here for anyone who wants to relive this couple's first steps in our story.

the alpha who hates me chapter 11 I could feel my legs going weak as I approached the door ,I didn't know why my legs was going weak ,I knew that something was waiting in store for me "Keep walking witch , don't keep the. alpha waiting "the guard Barked at me angrily and I nodded my head and gave him that apologetic look and he just looked at me In disgust . I nodded my head and just looked away .

Watch out for “Striking Blow.” (Strike Zone Book #2) This is Pearl and Antonio’s story. Filled with international intrigue and subterfuge. Striking Blow Colombo. Sri Lanka. Pearl needed directions—a map—a freaking GPS back to herself. Finding her worth again meant starting with a physical transformation. For starters, the blonde princess staring back at her in the mirror wasn’t real, and it was time to pack “socialite barbie” away in a dark drawer; time to step away from the two-hundred-dollar haircut and her designer lifestyle.

In a flash, Zephyr's face became as pale as a sheet, and he opened and closed his lips like a fish out of water, seemingly trying to find an explanation. I looked at him, suddenly reminded of the time he came back early from a business trip. He threw his jacket on the sofa and accused me of finding another man while he was gone, only giving up once I was so frustrated I started crying. After that, he swore not to leave another person's clothes at our house in the future. What happened to karmic retribution for going against swears? With a scoff, I left the scene. The character I was playing was a magical vixen who was troubled with love. For three hundred years, she looked in the heavens and

I looked at him; ruined shirt, controlled violence still ghosting under his skin, the man who had asked for me back in a kitchen and beaten the city’s message into the ground and still stopped at a guest-room threshold because I said I was not back. “The chair in the study,” I said. “Not against my door. And you don’t come in unless I call.” “Agreed.” He should have left then. He didn’t. Not immediately. The pause stretched, wrong and inevitable, filled with everything we were not doing. My body, traitorous, remembered the weight of him anyway. The memory arrived without permission; heat, mouth, the filthy gravity that had started this book. I exhaled sharply. Kael’s eyes darkened as if he h

“Which should I break for useless?” “Please! Don’t—don’t!” Snap. Another finger broke. The man passed out, his body going limp against the straps. “Wake him up,” Calla ordered coldly. A guard splashed a bucket of water onto him. He jolted awake with a choking sound. “Good,” Calla whispered. “We’re just getting started.” The second man sobbed. “She’s a demon… she’s a demon!” Calla laughed, the sound chilling. “Not a demon. Just a woman you underestimated.”

He gave my hands one more rub before speaking. “Then let’s go back to the pack house.” Alpha Killian said. I nodded at him as we headed back in. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n Inspiration for this chapter is You broke me first by Tate McRae. Guys, I’d love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, you know. Really hope you add this to your library to be updated too. I would update a new chapter tomorrow. Would make sure to make it interesting for you all❤️❤️❤️

I answered politely, distant, the way I’d learned to be in rooms like this. One of them reached out and touched my arm, just casually. I didn’t think much of it. I felt him before I saw him, a hand at my waist, firm. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “I need to steal my wife.” The man stepped back fast. Julian didn’t wait for a response. He guided me through the crowd, past people, and out through a set of glass doors onto a private terrace. The noise dropped away behind us, replaced by the quiet hum of the city below. “What was that?” I asked.