Novel & Cerita The Kept Man Strikes Back Chapter 1

The strange man still didn't speak. “You look rich. You should go to the club and find another woman. This one is ours tonight,” the first man said, reaching to grab me, but before his hand could meet me, the strange man grabbed and twisted it, and with just one push, the man was sent flying across the alley. I stiffened. My jaw dropped. “Who the fuck are you?” The second one asked, his voice almost shaky as they drew back. But Mr stranger remained silent yet again. He quietly and gently shoved me behind him, and as my hand brushed his skin, his muscles pulsed under my touch, and I could swear I heard him grow.

His eyes were fixated on her now red face and he couldn't help but smile at her reactions. "How can a woman as innocent as you make such a lustful expression. You're driving me fuc-" He whispered to her ear and she immediately interrupted him by putting her hands over his lips. She remembered the purpose she set for herself and what this facade she wore so well served as. She pushed herself from his grasp and took a few steps back. She looked down and asked, "Is there anything else you would like, sir? "... End of chapter 1

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. -----

I whispered, “I have come to return a book I borrowed” He waved his hands in a motion that signaled for me to come. I did and handed the book to him. I expected he would complain about the time of the night, he did not. He saw the cover of the book and looked at me horridly. “You're banned from stepping your feet here,” the old man uttered. “Yeah, yeah. I'd leave, just shelf this back” I said making to leave. And he fell for my trap. He opened the book and then nothing happened.

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.

Tanya didn’t forget to throw the flour at them, making the whole room filled with powder, blocking everyone’s vision. Tanya didn’t miss the chance to escape the room, she quickly run and slammed the door with the man’s voice shouting in the background. “Get her!! What are you doing!! Get that b*tch!! She stole my money!” the man yelled angrily as he holds his cheek that was hit. Author’s note: Heeyy!! Liking this chapter so far? If so then, thank you very much for reading this chapter, and have a nice day!!

A user with no name, only a symbol: A Silver Quill. ​"CHAPTER 128: THE AUTHOR'S REVENGE. YOU FORGOT... I HAVE AN UN-PUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines ignited on their own. The ship didn't fly forward; it began to Fly Backward—reversing through the events of the last ten chapters at impossible speed. ​"We’re being 'Undone'!" Elia screamed. ​The "Story" was being Rewound.

I wouldn't stand idly by and let a stranger talk down on a man who had done nothing but provide for me, love me, and want nothing but my happiness. “I'm sorry, pissing you off isn't on my ideal list today, and I intend to let you go. I just couldn't hold the urge to see you, speak to you... Touch you.” He whispered, reaching for me. I tensed up, avoiding his touch before he could get a hold of my arms. “Ha!” He retorted, an amused smile on his face as his eyes lingered on the mark embedded into my shoulder. “How dare he... He claimed you already?” The strange yet oddly beautiful man had spoken; he gritted his teeth. For a brief moment, I could see anger in his eyes as he spoke.

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

Anyway, because of his recovery, he was able to do a few things that he could do before, and access some parts of his memory he couldn’t access before – like the Manual Section. Mane pointed at Dan’s forehead, and a small light shot from his finger into Dan’s head at blistering speed. The light was so fast that Dan wasn’t able to react in time and get away. However, once the light sunk into his skull and he analysed it contents, his face was filled with awe. “I see. This is amazing!” Dan exclaimed in praise. “Yeah,” Mane nodded. He could understand a bit of what Dan was feeling, for he too felt the same way when he chose his first manual. Mane had given Dan one of the High Class Manuals he h