Властный Novels & Stories

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

Alexander's. "You are the team leader? I'm the goddamn owner of this Willow Green. " What the…….! I don't have to see his face. By the intensity, he said that sentence, I could imagine Alexander's face. The face that held so pride and dominance, not to mention arrogance. "I pay your bills, pussy. So don't you dare question me or her again?"

Strong jawline, cheekbones that could slice glass, and lips that held no warmth. But it was his eyes that stole my breath. Those unnerving pale irises, not quite grey or blue, but something in between. Almost silver. Almost white. Like frost on glass. Eyes that saw everything. Eyes that burned through you. His thick dark hair was styled neatly, swept away from his face. Everything about him screamed dominance, cold beauty, and unshakable power. “You’re late,” he said coolly, his gaze skimming over my dress lingering for a second too long.

It really is nice to have someone like her around. Vladimyr continued his smug remarks. “You should be thankful since you’re lucky that I’m patient enough not to start conflicts without reason. Even more so that I don’t bother him at times like this.. However…” He stepped closer, his towering form casting a shadow over me. A looming presence. It was like he was exerting his dominance over me. Trying to make me submit. “That patience is wearing thin, little wolf. If you continue to test me, you’ll see just how merciless I can be.” He used that dark and husky tone of his that sends shivers down my spine.

I asked, my fingers tightening in his fabric. A dark, incredibly dangerous smile touched Vane’s lips—the look of a global apex predator who had already calculated twenty moves ahead of his opponents. He reached down, his other hand sliding around my waist to pull my hips firmly against his, holding me like I was the only asset in his multi-billion-dollar empire that mattered.

"Hate? Jeremiah, you're not even worth hating. You're just a liar—someone who's been deceiving me from start to finish." He suddenly grabbed my wrist. "When did I ever lie to you?" "You and Yvonne—" "She's just a colleague." "Is that so?" I sneered. "Because the two of you didn't look like 'just colleagues' on that rooftop." He froze. "You saw?" "So what if I did?" I shook his hand off. "Jeremiah, leave. I'm tired." He stayed where he was. "Queenie, just listen—" "There's nothing to hear," I said. "You two suit each other. I'm stepping out of the way. Enjoy your happiness."

Alan stood up at once. the only thing he was proud of in his life was his passion of being that top model that everybody wants and now when he saw his name in the second place, he clenched his fists in rage. The rage was so steamy that his nails tore down his flesh making his palm bleed out of his closed fist.

He let a few seconds of silence descend after that outburst. And then, he fixed her with an intense stare. "She's the King's Slave. I own her. I decide what happens to her. I torture her. I hurt her. She's my slave. She's my property. My possession. Mine." His voice was a deep-intoned granite. Vetta stood stunned, even as he turned away from her, giving her his back. Those words were laced with so much anger and hate....but Vetta can't help thinking that there's a deeper undertone...

It was control, possession, pure dominance. “Don’t fight me on this, Valentina.” His voice was low and dangerous, vibrating against my skin. “Not this. I won’t have you walking around in that skirt when I’m not with you. Do you understand?” His grey eyes were intense, sharp with a possessiveness that was as unsettling as it was consuming. For a second, the words tangled on my tongue. I wanted to argue, to tell him he was being ridiculous, but the faint sound of Stefan’s game drifting from the next room snapped me back. His son was there. Listening and watching.