The Silent Concubine Novels & Stories

He stood beside the old wall with his huge size eleven boot on the greasy wall behind him, with his eyes on the young brunette-haired tattooed woman before him. She looked young, younger than me. I was sure she was about fifteen years old, not even with her hair tied into a messy bun, black heels on and heavy make up on could fool me from her age. He pulled out his cigarette from his mouth and headed it to the beautiful girl before him. She flashed a flattery smile before taking the cigarette from his huge hands. “Siren" the tiny voice interrupted me. I quickly pulled the half open curtain closed and turned to face the little creature behind me. “Kalo is awake.”

"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching me?"

Lauren walked languidly out of the bathroom, a large towel wrapped around her fragile body. Her once empty vanity table was now half filled with body creams and what nots. She hated this. She hated herself. As she lowered herself onto the stool in front of the mirror, her eyes caught sight of her ringless fourth finger. In a matter of hours, she would become someone’s wife. No, not wife. Perhaps the word ‘prostitute’ was a better substitute. In a matter of hours, she would be tied to some skanky old man—for life.

I smirked, winking at her, and the room seemed to hold its collective breath. "I have decided to take another concubine," I announced, my voice dripping with nonchalance. "I have chosen Emmeline Gray as my new concubine." The hall was plunged into silence, the stillness so profound that even the faintest sound would have been deafening. Colima shot up from her seat, her eyes blazing with anger as she threw me a scathing glare before storming out of the hall. The servants remained frozen, their faces impassive, but their eyes spoke volumes – they seemed to bore into Emmeline's very soul with murderous intent.

With the kiss came the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension. Her gaze was still on him, he feels it too, he knows what her intention was, but he ignores it with a sly smile on his face, she wasn't the only one who tried to seduce him after all, But the thing that she doesn't know is his other personality begins to wake up. "The director ? " she breaks the silence. "Yess, Miss west. " Areum responded making Athena nod before she started walking towards the door with Areum on her side, leaving Jimin there along with Nyx.

He was seated in front of his work table, just staring into space. "Good evening, my prince", she greeted with a bow from behind. Czar didn't turn to look at her and that ate Sephora up. "Undress and get on the bed", his words came as a command - like they've always done. Sephora was already used to it. Eagerly, she took off her clothes and laid on the neatly-arranged bed. Her nipples were already hardened and she could feel her clitoris already getting wet. Her legs spread apart, she smiled in ecstasy, imagining what Czar's touch on her would feel like again. He hadn't touched her for weeks and she wouldn't deny it made her a little scared. She never wanted to lose him, never! Not even as h

I thought seeing the irritated look on Dua's face. She led me up the marble stair case to her portion. I still don't understand why she needs to live separately. She showed me the room and before I could say or even turn around she left. In the silense the only sound that could be heard was the clicking of her heels and the clinking of her pazeb. The room was beautiful as very other part of this house. I was gazing out of the floor to ceiling length window when my phone buzzed. I fished it out of my pocket and saw a text from my current girlfriend Kashaf.

New York did not sleep that night but watched. From the top floor of the Romano high-rise, the city’s pulse throbbed below like a living beast sirens wailing in the distance, neon bleeding across rain-slick streets. Inside, silence reigned. Heavy. Holy. The kind of silence that comes before coronation or execution. Bianca stood before the mirror in her private chamber, dressed in black silk that clung like second skin, the neckline cut with ruthless precision. Lucia fastened the diamond clasp at her throat, fingers trembling slightly.

"Just remember what you're saying now, and don't come crawling back. However, even if you do, it's pointless. Charles only has eyes for me. "You're clueless, aren't you? Charles has been into me for three years. I'm his one and only." I never noticed how clueless Emily was until then. Her words stopped me in my tracks. "Emily, have you ever heard the saying that the worst heartache comes from love that's never returned? Is that you?" The woman who was all fire and fury a moment ago suddenly looked like a frog caught by the throat, speechless. She stood there, mouth hanging open, but no words came out.

"Philip! You've got the wrong person. Grace is dead! She just looks like her. Pull yourself together!" Philip's eyes turned bloodshot as he roared at her, "Shut up! She's Grace. She's my mate—I know her!" Laila lost it and screamed back, "Both of you are not mates anymore! I'm your mate now! "And can't you see? She already has someone else!" Philip finally saw what I was wearing—a white bridal gown. His whole body stiffened. "No, that's not true," he whispered. "Grace, tell me this isn't real. You're mine. We're meant to be."