The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

A/n: Warning. This chapter might be disturbing. Please read at your own risk. **** My body was at its limit. My trembling legs tripped over, causing me to fall to the ground. I desperately stood up. But my injured body would not listen to me. The footsteps finally caught up to me. The man who first saw me running was the first one to arrive in front of me. He kicked me hard. "Ha! Bitch! You have the strength to run this far, huh? I think those guys went easy on you."

I asked tapping his chest with my index “You are of the worst kind of man who inhabits this world. You kiss me, and pretend to act like nothing happened? Fuck off, Mark! I'm not in the mood for this!” “Low your voice, okay? The guard didn’t have to know our business.” He whispered pushing me out of the building “I know you’re sexually frustrated, I am too. But I won't give in. If you want sex, go look for the guy who hugged you the other day.” “You 're a caveman!” I shouted without caring about the number of people who turned to see us “And you know what? it was Jonny, my brother!” “Your thirteen-year-old brother?” he said surprised before he covered his face with both his hands “I was jealo

I lay down, with my back to him, and he had to play by the silent rules of the deadly game. Poor Kael was subjected to the greatest torture, and that was to be locked in the small room with the woman his soul knew, but his mind believed was a stranger he needed in order to survive. "As the hearth fire dwindled, I sensed a shift in the atmosphere. Kael, at last, lay down in his cot, but his wolf was anything but calm. He was struggling with the call of the bond, substituting the spiritual hunger with discomfort and suspicion." -Excerpts from "The Black Lion" by Rey.

“Imbecile! I told you to get rid of him yet you're telling me that he got away?! GO DIE!” The woman's face was too red as she kicked his subordinate again and again until his bones were broken as his face was covered with bruises. When the woman finally calmed down, she coldly looked at her subordinates who were trembling,d clicked her tongue. “If you can't find that man, I'll kill your family as well as you. Be sure to bring me good news next time.” END OF CHAPTER 14

"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

However, before she could make her escape, he grabbed her by the arm, effortlessly yanking her back towards him. Emma gasped, her eyes widening as they came face to face with his striking gray orbs. The intensity in his steely gaze never failed to leave her breathless. Seemingly he looked calm but his furrowed brows and the tight clench of his jaw hinted at a simmering rage just barely held at bay. It was clear that his patience had run out. As her struggle to break free intensified, his grip tightened, leaving her feeling trapped and powerless. "You're not getting away without an answer, Emmeline Smith," Kevin snarled, frustration simmering beneath his words.

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

He flipped open a dossier with the Carlyle crest on the front, a smirk playing on his lips. “So… the boy found the book,” he murmured. A figure stepped from the shadows. “Do we proceed?” The man swirled the scotch. “Not yet. Let him believe he’s safe. Let him think he’s won.” He snapped the dossier shut. “Then… we strike.”

Somehow, her bottom was only covered with a thin cloth. Jean covered her upper body with her hands because the mysterious man intensely stared at her. His stare made her uncomfortable. The man approached Jean, who was still frozen with a slightly trembling body with fear. "Open." He coldly ordered her again. Jean then opened her hand. The man whispered right in her ear. "I bought you at a brothel-" The man paused. "So ... You are my bitch. CHAPTER 1 New York City, one of the busiest cities in America. A city with all its routines without knowing the time.

He wasn’t just a man. He was a storm in human form. But even storms could be redirected. And I had a plan. He pulled his hand away slowly, like he was savoring the feel of my skin. Like I was something to be claimed, catalogued, caged. I didn’t even blink. “Call your men off,” I said coldly, stepping back. “Because if you don’t, I swear, you’ll regret it.” He chuckled. A deep, amused sound that echoed through the trees.