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"Would you have killed that young boy!? Over a fucking purse!?"I shot back. It was a stupid temerity but I was willing to take the risk. "I would do whatever it takes to show that I call the shots"He menacingly replied. "Even with you"His voice dropped to a dangerously low tone. "Now you are just acting like a possessive and dominating freak"I replied with a roll of my eyes and a hiss. In a fluid motion, he quickly grasped my braids, dragging it. My eyes widened and I held on to his arm, wincing. "That's because I am. I own you. You belong to me. I'll always be the one you lust for and crave for. And if you try to act otherwise, I'll make sure I make you submit to me whether you like it or you don't"Raphael huskily replied, dragging my braids more. His words felt so sensual and yet so dangerous. I became weak in the knees and my breathing became rapid in pace. "And what if I don't want to submit to your orders, what will you do huh?"I taunted him. "Will you kill me? Shoot me? Stab me huh? Mr Raphael!?" I knew if I were to be someone else, I would have been dead by now. Raphael looked like he was seconds away from hitting me but I knew there was no way he would do that. "I won't kill you"came his raspy reply with his voice turning malicious, laced with cruelty. He pressed his body against mine and his hands fisted in my braids curling against my scalp. Shit. It was becoming extremely painful. "I'll punish you" In the blink of an eye, I felt his lips pressed forcely against mine. * * * * * * What if the hero in your story was the villain? A dangerous dark romance tale of two star crossed lovers fighting to keep their marriage and love in the midst of various deadly plots. But sometimes, the price of love can be death. Updates every Thursday/Sunday

The first time Mira saw him, he was bleeding. A cold night. A flickering streetlamp. He sat on the curb, knuckles split, blood dripping onto the pavement like ink staining a page. She should have walked away. Should have pretended she didn't see him. But she didn't. Instead, she crouched beside him, her voice soft but steady. "Who did this to you?" He laughed-a low, bitter sound. "Does it matter?" Mira didn't know his name yet. But when their eyes met, something inside her recognized him. Not his face. Not his voice. His pain. Because she had the same kind buried in her bones. --- His name was Riven. And trouble followed him like a shadow. He never spoke about his past. Never explained the bruises. Never asked for help. But Mira saw the anger in his fists, the exhaustion in his shoulders. The war he fought every time he looked in the mirror. And despite herself, she stayed. Even when he told her to leave. Even when his darkness bled into her light. Even when she knew-this would destroy her. --- One night, he showed up at her door, drenched in rain, eyes empty. "I did something bad." Mira's breath caught. "What did you do?" Riven didn't answer. He just looked at her, jaw clenched, chest rising and falling like he was trying to breathe through whatever monster was clawing at his ribs. And she knew. It wasn't just a fight this time. It wasn't just another wound to clean up. He had crossed a line. And now, there were only two options-run, or drown with him. Mira should have been afraid. Should have shut the door, called the police, saved herself. But love made people stupid. So she stepped forward, wiped the blood from his cheek, and whispered, "Then we leave. Together." Because blood runs thicker than water. And love? Love was the thing that made you stay-even when you knew it would kill you.

"GET THE FUCK DOWN, NOW!" roared Carlos. To their horror, they heard gunshots and glass breaking. Both girls started screaming as Carlos pulled out a pistol from his trench coat. Florida and Greta covered their ears, trying to duck as low as they could below the seats. Eileen sped down the freeway, dodging cars effortlessly. Florida looked towards a horrified Greta and tried to calm her down, but the bullets flying into the car were making it hard for her to gather her thoughts. A bullet ripped through the passenger seat above her head as she screamed again, flattening her body lower to the floor. Carlos grunted at the impact as Florida realized with sudden dread that he was shot. Suddenly, both girls' screams were swallowed up by a tremendous explosion behind them as Florida witnessed a partial view of a white vehicle door flying right past Eileen's window. She was fighting to stay conscious but suddenly grew light-headed as white spots started to invade her vision. Suddenly everything went to black on Florida. Florida Desterrados is a typical 16-year-old, utterly bored with her mundane existence. However, the assumedly ordinary life she was living, will soon be turned upside down following a traumatic event. Florida's ordeal suddenly becomes a catalyst to eventual violence and death. And out of a desperate will to survive at all costs, she will need to learn of the secrets and lies regarding her family's tragic history from a stranger who reveals himself to be her father's twin brother. Her family was not all as it seemed. Full of intrigue, eroticism, fantasy, suspense, and forbidden romance. Welcome to the world of the Desterrados Series, and the legacy of the gods. © 2020 Jeannie Mane. All rights reserved.

"What is your name?" I asked, staring into her doe-like eyes. Almost immediately her face twisted in horror. Her eyes switched back and forth frantically like an exit would suddenly appear out of thin air. The sides of her lips turned downward like it was taking everything in her not to burst into a sob. Sure, she was scared--that much was expected-- but I could see the anger. I could see she was furious with me. Interesting. I thought to myself. As much as I wanted to explore how far I could push her until she retaliated; time was of the essence right now. I was staring at an unrecognizable girl. A mistake like this will get a lot of people killed. "I asked you a fucking question, didn't I? I don't like repeating myself." I growled as I grabbed her small face in my hand, making her eye shut in pain. "Harley. Harley Anderson," she spat softly like an angered kitten. Harley. I let her name roll over my tongue for a while. Every second that passed made my vision go black with anger. I looked away from her face before releasing the hold I had on her. I felt my jaw clench in anger and my fist flex in readiness as I stared off in the distance, trying to control my anger from making me lash out. However, I couldn't control myself. She is the wrong girl. We have the wrong girl. ------------ Harley Anderson was an average girl with an almost too simple life before being taken by the biggest cartel in New Mexico right in front of her best friend, Avery. Xander Sanchez, the leader of the Riot cartel has nothing else on his agenda besides making his ex-business partner pay for his wrongdoings. What happens when Avery is the center of the operation, but it all goes wrong, and now Harley finds herself in a situation she never dreamed of? What happens when Harley is taken and forced to work under the boss? Will Harley be able to survive working under this ruthless man? What happens when the boss finds himself falling for the girl he least expected to capture his heart?

Blaze White is the New Girl at the Prep school in her mothers old home town. But her only goal for senior year is to keep a low profile, no friends, no parties and NO boys. Axel may be adored and worshipped by his peer-but he hates people, except 5. So when a beautiful but closed off girl suddenly enters his group. He is not welcoming of the mysterious beauty despite the pull they both feel. •••• WARNING: This was written many moons ago. I have decided to put it back up because of a large request from readers. However, I was a kid when I wrote this so take it with a grain of salt. *** Like a deer in head lights, I freeze and watch as the car comes towards me expecting to get hit. But to my surprise, the car swerves to the side slightly next to me and comes to a stop. I take a deep breath I didn't know I was holding at the driver's side door swings open and a very pissed off Axel steps out. "Thank god," I mumble and place my hands on my knees to catch my breath. "Blaze?" He says and I hate it. I hate how he says my name as if it's his. Like he knows it's the only thing I want to hear, him calling out to me, looking at me, focused to me. It's the first time in my life I wanted someone's attention so badly I didn't care how I got it. And that was too dangerous for me to hold onto. "Are you insane or some shit? I could have killed you!" He says and starts to walk towards me. I take a big breath and step back away from him, "s-stop! Axel," I stutter still panting. It's then he notices the blood on my hands and shirt. "Is that blood?" He asks staring at my shirt and I take another step back. "Stop, stay b-back," I try to say confidently but I can't even breath right. Realizing he won't listen I start to turn around planning to make a break for it. "Don't run from me Blaze it won't go well," he growls reading my thoughts causing me to freeze in my spot. "Do not ever think you can get away from me."

( discontinued to be rewritten ) Huntingtown was panicking; no one knew where the sirens were coming from. There was no electricity, and there was no way for the storm Sirens to be sounding, yet they were. The entire Town was awake; everyone had a weapon. They had grabbed guns, knives, swords, and bats if they could be wielded and used for self-defense; Renee aimed her rifle at the trees, looking desperately for an explanation. Why would a siren sound? They only sounded when they were in Danger, so where was the Danger? When the predators revealed themselves, that was where the siren noise was coming from. Renee could feel her heart jump into her throat. Her face went pale; they were here. They had found the Town. Terror and panic soon swept Huntingtown; everyone knew what those monsters could do. After all, they did conquer the planet and impose the "choosing." Huntingtown was created hoping that its isolation in a cold climate would keep the Predators away, but it didn't. A voice came over those speakers. A male voice Gruff and laced with a growl. It was almost as if whoever was speaking was annoyed and angry. "Although I have enjoyed seeing your little Town outmaneuver many hunters. I am afraid this is where your little games end. However, I will give you a chance to keep your freedom. A hunt. You will be red by your best hunter, Renee Madison." Renee felt her blood go cold as she stared wide-eyed at the ship. She was unknowingly dropping her gun at the news. " she will be your leader; she will be my prize. You have a time advantage. Go!" The ship took off, looking for a place to land, all while the news sank into the Town's residence. Renee had known she had fucked up when she fired at one of those predators and hit him. She had proven herself worthy of the hunt. Now she has to face the consequences, not only her but her entire Town had to. Renee had to win this hunt; the fate of her Town depended on it.

'No, he didn't'. I was so shocked by the turn of events. Everything was going fine and then suddenly boom, everything turned upside down. I just couldn't believe this. What did he think of himself? 'Leave me alone.' I said firmly but his hold on me was so strong. I was struggling to get out of his bear hold but to no avail. 'Oh!! So, the poor lady thinks that I will leave her alone and just let her go free?' He had that evil laugh and boy, his breath stank. 'Man, you just signed your death warrant and I will do one favour on you.' No one messes with me. 'Ooooh, I am so scared that I almost peed my pants.' Again that idiotic laugh. I counted till 5 and then kicked right in his balls. I turned around and grabbed his hair from roots, jerked them so badly and then gave my hard elbow shot on his chin. Everything happened so fast for one moment he was standing and the other lying on floor wiggling. I charged at him with my cheetah speed, picked up a wooden rod and started hitting him wildly, 'You idiotic stinky breath was trying to steal my backpack. You are so dead.' 'Favour, favour, favour.' He was screaming in pain just after few seconds and was panting hard. I picked my paste from my bag and threw at him, 'Brush your teeth.' I was fuming. I turned around and saw him standing wide-eyed, 'Hi, I am Scarlett.' I smiled showing my 32 teeth. 'I am scared.' His look puzzled me. Starting date- November 5, 2019 Completed on - May 23, 2020 All Rights Reserved.

She hovered in the air with fear and disbelief. He had just crashed through multiple sky scrappers with the last one being the Empire State Building. It imploded over him raining down glass, concrete, twisted steel beams and large marble chunks from the floors and would have crushed and killed any normal person. He glared into her eyes with a loathsome hatred that burned deep inside him. His pitch black eyes and flaming retinas curled a thick black smoke up over his head and broke over his horns like waves. Smoke fumed and curled from his nostrils as he pawed the ground ready to charge at any minute. His massive black hooves had large serrated edges. His muscles rippled through his thick fiery red skin. His ten feet long black onyx twin edged horns looked more like fierce swords ready to slice her apart. They paled in comparison to his massive body. He weighed six thousand pounds and was six hundred sixty six feet tall and long. Each of tails had trident like spikes with barbed serrated edges. His spine was a row of six feet tall spikes that if she were to land on them, would turn her into minced meat. They had large thick barbs that surrounded them. This bull was Satan's creation and by his decree, was going to ensure that Draonai was going to die a very painful death. She was in the fight for her life and what remained of the human race. This is the second part of an on going series. I hope you all enjoyed part one and look forward to the reviews and comments and hope you all enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

Guns, revenge and buildings to bomb, what could go wrong? ✮ He came in, gun held out in front of him in one hand while the other was resting on his hip where a sharp dagger gleamed in the light. "Come on out little girl, why not make this easier for both of us. The agency you ran away from just want to have a little talk, that's all." She scoffed internally. Yeah right. Then the footsteps ceased. She peeked to the right, then to the left. Neither direction showed any sign of the intruder. She looked up in front of her and gasped, the glint of steel and smell of death as overwhelming as it was adrenaline inducing, exciting. "Boo." ✮ Murder, accidents, assassinations. Call it what you will, it's all the same, all has the same life breaking, mind shattering consequences - be it for the victim or the bystander. It had shaped Alex in a way no one should be. Broken down and rebuilt into the perfect soldier, one who had the power to change the world, to fight battles that would either make or break the carefully constructed vision we all live in. The only small, minute, really unimportant detail - it's pretty hard to get into a government classified site when you're 15 years old and have a rag-tag team of double-crossing back-stabbers behind you. Not to mention the threat of a world war and ghost hanging above your head. Armed with sarcasm, wit, and a hell of a lot of aggressive intentions, it won't be too long till a sticky situation is all that's ahead of you. Sometimes, running head-first into a situation isn't the best idea. Instead, you gotta play a game. A deadly game where either you have all the pieces on the board, or you have nothing. [previously known as Espionage: double-cross] Thanks for reading :)

"This is the hall bathroom," I motioned as we passed, "and this is the bedroom." "Bedroom?" Cadence clarified. "Just one? But you said I'd be staying here." I turned to see her blushing again, and had the urge to place my hand on her cheek to see if it was as warm as it looked. I didn't. "I still have to make sure you don't try anything," I explained. "You'll be staying in here. Don't worry-- it's a king sized bed." "And," Cadence began, looking anywhere but me as she took in the room, "what else does making sure I don't try anything entail?" I couldn't tell if she was trying to provoke me or not, but either way, I had made up my mind the second I determined she would stay with me exactly how keeping her here would go. "Well for starters," I told her seriously, "I'm going to need you to strip." --- Cadence Maurice wanted nothing more in the world than to have the engagement trip of her life with her fiancé, Isaiah in the beautiful city of Moscow. But all too quickly, everything was taken from her. Isaiah was shot by a man in a mask, and she was kidnapped to a desolate mansion to be interrogated about him. She thought she knew everything about her husband to-be, but the more she's questioned, the more she begins to think that maybe her sweet fiancé was the bad guy. Only, as Cadence quickly discovers, in this story, there is no good guy. Adler Ulrich, assassin by trade, and prized hitman for the dangerous Fedorov Family, thought he'd seen it all. But when he is sent to kill an enemy of the Family and finds his target using an innocent young women as a shield, he's not sure he has. When he brings the woman in for questioning instead of killing her alongside her lying fiancé, he becomes unsure of whether he's saving the blonde-haired beauty, or dooming her to a fate worse than death. Book 3 in the Rough Love Novels *This novel CAN be read as a standalone book. **Currently down for editing! Coming back summer 2021.