The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I growled, ensuring my voice was low enough for only him to hear. The man yelled out in pain and made a U-turn, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "What the hell do you think you are doing, man?" he spat. My grip tightened as my gaze remained firm. "That’s my girl, let go of her, now." The stranger's eyes widened, and a glint of realisation flickered across his features for a split second. He released his grip, seemingly taken aback by the force behind my words. Keira stepped back, relief washing over her features as she regained her freedom.

I moved closer to the chair, the hum filling the room. I leaned in again, my voice low. “Here’s the thing. Everyone talks. Maybe not at first. Maybe not for hours. But eventually, everyone breaks. You’re no different.” The man spat again, this time at my boots. “I won’t break.” I smiled coldly. “We’ll see.” My men pressed the metal prongs against his ribs, and the jolt ripped through him like fire. His back arched, his scream tearing from his throat and echoing off the stone. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.

then walked out leaving a smiling man behind. Hi dear readers, How was the chapter?

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.

I sobbed as he slapped on my clothed core. "Abram please, I beg you, please leave me" I begged but I heard his rugged breath and suddenly he held my jaw and tightened his hold painfully. What he said next, had my breath knocked out of my lungs. "Strip". *** I hope you all like the chapter, stay tuned for the next chapter. And keep on supporting me please. Thank You Yours CeeCee.

He simply raised his hands above his head and replied, “I’m here to find the gold bar.” The man’s face turned gloomy. “So, you are the little thief who stole from my safe half a month ago? You have a lot of guts to break into my home a second time. Do you have a death wish?” This man was ruthless. As soon as he spoke those words, he was about to pull the trigger. However, at the very last minute, a golden light suddenly flashed behind Ash. A golden needle shot through the air and pierced through the man’s wrist.

Friendly, ISAAC's butt. ISAAC's going to give the book back to her once ISAAC decides to read through it. "This manual seems quite comprehensive," ISAAC remarks as ISAAC leafs through the contents page. "I have to say I'm impressed you've got through all these stages. Chapter one, shock; chapter two, distress; chapter three, denial; chapter four, mourning; chapter five, mourning?" "Nah, I skipped directly to chapter eleven." ISAAC's brow furrows as ISAAC's gaze drops to chapter eleven entitled 'Revenge and Retaliation.'

Chapter 19 Levi exchanged a quick glance with Fester, their eyes mirroring the fear and determination that coursed through their veins. The injured man's message ignited a fierce resolve within them. They knew they had to act swiftly and decisively to protect their pack from the impending danger that loomed over them. The fallen man lay sprawled on the floor, his breaths coming in shallow gasps. Blood trickled from wounds that marred his once vibrant form. Levi's hands trembled as he gently cradled the man's head, his eyes scanning for any signs of life.

"Don't make me punch you. Again." He walked away. Which was good, because had he stayed any longer, he'd have seen the sweat pooling around my temples, the tremors that wracked my body, and the twitching hand. With a curse, I stomped back into the pantry, grabbed an entire bag of marshmallows, and dug in. END OF BOOK ONE: CAPTURE

I'm not going to keep quiet. "Keep quiet?! "I shriek," I'm not going to keep quiet until you put me down. " "Thats not going happen ,"he answers . "Then I will do it myself ! "I shout and start to wiggle myself and kick my legs in the air. It's like this man is built of pure hatdcore muscle. I can't shake myself out of his hands. His grip is only getting tighter and tighter like he is not about to let me go.Infact his hand smacks my butt so softly that the sting makes me moan a little bit.The contact of his hand on my skin makes my body feel hot of a sudden.