The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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.

He had to keep up his retarded identity and act like he was stupid and didn't have a wolf for so long now, and as he saw the man cower in fear, he felt a bit of satisfaction. The man didn't yield though, instead of giving Caspian an answer, he threw a blow. It was a very wrong move, as Caspian caught his fist mid- air, a low growl came from his throat and threw a punch of his own. A sickening sound resonanted across the room as Caspian's fist connected squarely on the man's jaw, sending him to his knees. Caspain grabbed the man by the neck and hoisted him above the ground, his golden eyes turned shades darker "Who sent you?" His voice was even more colder now. The man shook his head, he refu

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.

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.

Flicking the pages to the end I dropped the book on the floor in and retched. The final image showed the same woman, bloodied, dress tattered, her bare arms and back covered in whip strikes taking the man’s length in her mouth. The man held the whip aloft, a crazed, manic smile beaming out at me from the page as the caption below stated. ----- Once broken, always a delight. -----

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 1 -ELAINE- The scream clawed its way out of my throat, sharp and strangled. I ran, feet pounding against the ground, lungs burning, heart jackhammering in my chest. I didn’t dare look back. I could feel it behind me, him, his presence thick like smoke, suffocating, unrelenting. Then came the tug. My scalp burned as fingers twisted into my hair, yanking me backward with such force it stole my breath. I screamed again louder, more desperate.

The man didn't said anything but he just put a force on his hand and put her to unconscious using the force of his hand to her nape. 'Fuck... I-I'm losing—'Before Zelia could finish her thoughts, she falls asleep. Before she will stumble, the man immediately carry her like she's a pile of a socks. END OF CHAPTER 19

As soon as Khuraan spoke the old man immediately turned around with a spoon full in his mouth. "Mmff?" The old man could not speak and totally forgot about the spoon in his mouth which dropped to the ground. The moment froze as both of them stared at each other silently. Everything felt like it slowed down while the old man was feeling awkward. Since his stealing attempt had been exposed his senses froze. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

She pointed me down the hall, then walked away laughing under her breath, probably because she thought I was going to my own funeral. Fair enough. There wasn’t a name in the world I hadn’t called this man, and somehow I was still breathing. A good sign, right? Wrong. Here’s the revised opening section. It replaces everything from “A good sign, right?” through “Veyr. Leave us.” The rest stays as is. A good sign, right? Wrong. The moment I raised my hand to knock, the door flew open and a man came tearing out, so fast he nearly knocked me over. His face had drained to the color of ash. Hands clamped over his mouth as though he had just seen a ghost yet couldn’t scream