Tormentor Novels & Stories

Sierra and I both were keeping ourselves together, gathering our strength to face the upcoming storm of pain that would come along with the inevitable rejection. The truth was hard to accept nonetheless it was the truth— This mate bond is a curse. Having my tormentor as my mate was a curse that I had to reject even if it'd break me and tear me apart. No matter how hard it was to fight this mate bond, I had to do it. A trembling sigh left my mouth as I stared outside the window, it was late at night and the moon seemed to shine at its best yet there was this undefinable darkness that could be sensed but not seen. The silence felt strange and burdening.

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

"BRAKK!" The door opened hard due to a kick from Alex. Make the door lock damaged instantly. They looked around. The smell of alcohol mixed a foul smell disturbing the sense of smell. Make them have to wag the hand in front of the face. "Which humans want to stay in a disgusting place like this! " said Tom. "Is that because you already have your wife and home always clean." Alex checked the paper and books scattered on the table. It turned out that Marco was still in college. But many warning letters from the campus stated that he was a lazy student.

“You!You are a sadist pig asshole motherfucker that thinks he can touch any woman he wants and they won’t say a damn thing about it!” Madchen was furious, her face distorted with anger rising like a raging phoenix, kept in the dark too long, and she was reigning down hell fire upon her cowardly supervisor, unleashing all of her fury, past and present, on him…

When she met his eyes, she saw that they glowed. "Brandur?" she gasped. Brand wrestled for control of his wolf. He hadn't planned to complete the final step of the bond this way, but whatever was happening was too strong for him to fight. "I'm sorry, Elskede," he gritted out, his growing canines starting to slur his speech. Before she could respond, he struck, biting down on the tender flesh between her shoulder and neck. Her tattoos pulsed even brighter and her body convulsed with pleasure as the final stage of the bond overtook her.

The leather making it much more painful. Megumi straddled her hips and punched with all the rage of every loss, until she was sure she was blacking out. She got on her feet still circling her. “Is this the best Takahiro has to offer, really?” she spat and kicked her in her face again which was already bruised and bloody. “If only he could see you know. How do you think he would react if he saw you now? He’d kill you himself!” she yelled and stomped on her head.

Torrent replied, chuckling as well. "You're a conceited one, aren't you?" Frank chuckled. "Amusing… But you have my attention now." "Oh, what an honor." Torrent laughed sarcastically. "You might not be aware of the situation, so allow me to enlighten you—I'm Torrent, and I've lived for over three thousand years, being the last cultivator in existence. "As for the power of the spiritron vein that you and your peers wield… I have a better name for it: Ichor."

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

Victor Azel Rossi's name is well-known in the business world; he is the sole owner of several homes across the world, as well as a well-known hotel, aviation company, and restaurant. Despite being tough at work, he is a gentle and loving husband and father to his children. However, everyone has a secret, and Victor will not be left behind. When you mention his name in Italy, you can be sure that everyone who hears it will quake in fear. Because he is the sole leader or commander of the Red Treasure Mafia in Italy, also known as the Italian Mafia. Their organization's objective and motivation are to serve and defend individuals without making trouble, but if you damage anyone in their group,

I said. “Elena… Let’s talk. Please,” he cried. I stood there unmovingly. “It’s fine.” “You made your bed, Marcus. Lie on it.” I walked to the bathroom to take a steamy shower with a smile on my face while he cried on the floor. What a fucking loser. But Reid wasn’t. I unlocked my phone to see he had sent a video of him jerking off to me. I locked the door behind me and brought out my vibrator.