The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

His gaze shifted to another door at the far end of the room, then back to the struggling man and his fallen gang. The man on the ground growled at him in a raspy, barely audible voice. "Who gave you the right to trespass on our turf?" Approaching the man, he reached for the keys protruding from the man's pocket due to the way he had been struggling to rise, but before he could take the keys, the man on the ground clutched his hand, preventing him from seizing the keys. The man on the floor understood the consequences of letting an enemy access the keys and open the door to the enclosed room cause he knew that would lead to significant trouble once his Master or anyone outside their territory

Just a presence — small, wary, entirely unfamiliar, and yet not a stranger at all. I don't move. I barely breathe. Something answered me tonight, from somewhere I didn't know existed. And somewhere across the estate, a man I've spent two days trying to stop feeling anything for is sitting with his hand pressed to a chest that ached for a wound that was never his to carry. End of Chapter Seven.

“You would give that to me this instant, woman.” “The Keeper” I spun around, clutching the scroll tight to my chest as I recognized the voice. The Keeper steps from the shadows near the door like he was always been there. His presence is quiet, but chilling. He looks human tonight but that’s the most dangerous form of all. “I won’t,” I snap, tucking the scroll safely into a pouch on my waist. Without saying any more words, he lunged at me with the tenacity of a beast. We clash. My shoulder slams into his chest, and we both crash against the wall.

The old man's eyes opened. He looked directly at Hazel. "Then let me go." Hazel pulled. The connection resisted. She screamed. Jae was thrown across the chamber. Miyan fired continuously. Claire dragged Elias away from falling debris. The ceiling began collapsing. Hazel pulled again. The chain cracked. The Keeper screamed. For the first time— it made a sound. Hazel pulled harder. The first chain shattered. The Keeper exploded into black smoke. The chamber became silent. The old man collapsed.

STORY INTRO + CHAPTER 1 = READ FROM CHAPTER 55 on FLS ******** CHAPTER NINE: "GETTING FULL FAMILY WETTER - CH 10 - Final Chapter" Warning: Heavy Incest Ahead, Not for faint-hearted! ******** Marika looked at Manuela and giggled. “We did it, Manuela.” “Yeah we did, we have another member in our team,” Manuela said proudly. She looked at Grace. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

the chapter accidentally repeated the chapter above instead of the intended chapter, I fixed it and if you remove the book from your library and re add it it should fix, alternatively I will post it bellow for those of you who already had the incorrect chapter and don't wnat to remove and re add. *************************** Nova’s POV

The people are trying to put my dust out and scattered and that man took it saying he'll do it. I didn't believe spirits exist but becoming one after, well, I have no choice but to believe. I followed that man. I was planning on going back to the mansion but I have this feeling, that I must follow that man and my dust. _______ KircheLeaf Arc 1: Enchantrix Race! _______ ~END of CHAPTER THIRTEEN~

“That book! That one right there. Did you touch it with your filthy, undeserving hands? If you did, you’ll be staying here longer to repent for the crime.” My eyes widen at his assertive threat. I couldn’t stay here any longer. I knew I just couldn’t. It was then I looked to my right to see the thick book. Of course, I had looked. I gleamed several pages of torment the sun’s bastard endured before I heard his footsteps. Of course, I put it exactly back in its place before taking my position where I originally was. But in that moment, I eyed the book as if it was the first time I had ever seen it. “Oh, I didn’t know you left that here. What is it?”

This was not in the novel. The thought flashed through her mind with useless clarity. In the book she had read, Eveline had never been attacked in her own chambers on the night after the statement was found. There had been no cold steel at her throat and no stranger breathing against her ear. The story had already broken its own rules, and the knowledge she had brought with her was suddenly worthless. “Do not scream,” the man said. His voice was low and rough, the words shaped by a cloth mask that covered the lower half of his face. “Scream and I open your throat before anyone reaches the door.”

he growled, his voice low and menacing. Undeterred, I stood my ground and met his gaze. "Then tell me who the fuck you all are," I retorted boldly, refusing to back down. Josephine trembled beside me, but I remained steadfast, refusing to let fear take hold. "You really want to know who I am?" the man smirked, and before I could react, one of his guards kicked my leg, causing me to kneel in pain. And then, without warning, the man slapped me across the face, blood trickling from my nose.