The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Romane & Geschichten

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.'

“I'm sure you wouldn't pass on this too if you were me.” I swerved on my feet, darting towards the door. But before I could put up a fight, the man's hands pushed me back hard against the bed. “You're not going anywhere,” he warned. “Not until I'm done with you.” Then he started reaching his fingers towards my chest, while biting his lips. At that moment, the corner of my eyes caught the metal flask sitting on the table beside the bed. I picked it up and before he could react, I smashed it against his head as hard as I could.

With a gasp, she flung herself off the weathered stone, the descent a blur. Landing with a thud on the uneven cobbles, she spun on her heel, her eyes widening in sheer panic. However, as she turned, she came in contact with a man she hadn't seen in the room. The air seemed to abandon her lungs as a jolt of raw fear surged through her. The man before her wasn't dressed like one of the Keepers. His uniform stood out from the standard Keeper's uniform, hinting at a higher rank. He had a scar on his left cheek, close to his ear, earning him a savage air.

“Do you think that Kai wouldn’t do the same if he knew what you were? In fact, that’s why he kept you in the first place for himself, even when he was threatened not to do so.” “Get away from me,” I moaned, struggling against the chains. “Really? Is that it?” He smiled. He didn’t wait for me to say another word before he snapped his finger, and a hefty man walked in wearing only his boxers. The sight of him made my stomach churn. They both smiled an evil smile at each other as the yellow-toothed man said, “You know what to do.” He nodded without saying a word, instead gesturing towards the men who acted as guards towards me as they untied me from my chains, gripping me tightly.

He barely acknowledged her as his attention remained on me, and after a moment, he finally handed me the book. “Chapter One,” he said. “The First Shift.” I tightened my fingers around the cover. “Chapter Two. The Beast Within.” My stomach twisted. “And Chapter Three,” he continued, his expression becoming even colder, “The Alpha Bloodline.” He released the book into my hands and stepped away. “Good luck, Princess.” He walked past us, deliberately brushing against Rigina’s shoulder this time before disappearing between the shelves. Rigina turned and watched him leave, then looked back at me. “I officially hate him.”

"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

After spanking her to his satisfaction, the man flipped her again to lie on her back. Just as he reached up to unclasp her bra with the intention of fumbling her enticing boobs, the air was suddenly filled with the sound of heavy and hurried footsteps. Within seconds, the door flew open with a loud bang…… ************* ************* ************ Author’s Note: Hi Besties, this is a reminder that our Faceb*ok page is now very much active. Please follow up @ (Author Mercy ND) to get steady updates about my stories. That way, you can know immediately when new chapters are posted!

My body coiled, ready to strike, when they appeared. Jade. And some man I didn’t recognize. “You,” I snarled, my voice trembling with fury. “You fucking work here?” Her eyes widened, and I saw her grip tighten on the man’s arm. “Run,” she whispered to him, her voice sharp. “No, you don’t,” I growled. Before they could take another step, I was on them. My claws swiped through the air, slamming the man to the ground. He struggled, trying to scream, but I gripped his hair and slammed his head twice against the cold floor. His body went slack.

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.

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.”