She loathed him, could not even bear to stand near him, let alone sit next to him and shoot wildly out of the helicopter with drug darts. Janice Davis knows of Jeremy Da Camara's feet of clay. As a child, he was her best friend, her hero, until he started dating Lynette ... and refused to take responsibility for their child. She knows he grabs uninvolved at women like pieces of driftwood passing by, and releases them just as quickly. She will not let herself be dragged along. But on the night of the tantalizing red dress, she plays recklessly along, with consequences that even she could not foresee.
She hears the helicopter long before it is visible. For some reason she is nervous and she watches the horizon over the treetops expectantly, as if she is waiting for something to happen. It appears low over the mopanies and with the setting sun right from behind, it looks like a big dragonfly, and the closer it gets the more it looks like the head of an alien. The large, dark eyes large and empty in the white head.
Janice stares with something between fascination and fear at the approaching object.
It darts fearlessly in their direction, missing the treetops just - just while the wind from the rotor blades flattens the grass at the bottom like a broom sweeping it. The tranquility of the Lowveld is supplanted by the deep thud of the turbine and with it a loud scream like that of a wolf calling his mate as it approaches the helicopter landing pad. Then it suddenly swerves to the left and chooses course in the opposite direction.Until it became quiet and she looked at Brett next to her, half dazed. He pulls his stocky shoulders apologetically and then scratches with his fingers through his short, red hair so that it stands upright. "He must have seen something," is all statement he can come up with. Yet he can not completely hide his sudden restlessness.
Janice bites her lower lip. She really hopes that there are no game thieves in the area again. It was quiet for a long time. And when they start catching game again, they always leave a trail of devastation behind. Animals that are mutilated in such a way that if they have not already been tortured to death, they should be evicted. She shivers. The evening twilight now drops rapidly and with it the icy winter breeze cuts through marrow and bone. She pulled the sheepskin jacket she had grabbed in passing as Brett invited her along tighter around her and then tied it tightly to keep the snarling wind away from her body. She suddenly regrets that she only had her hair cut again the previous afternoon, because her ear tips burned from the cold air. "Cold?" asked Brett as he noticed how she was coolly stuffing her hands into the pockets of her jacket. "A little," she admits and smiles reassuringly at her old varsity partner. "During the day it can be so hot, but as soon as the sun goes down, you want to freeze." "yeah that's true." Brett stares again in the direction where the helicopter disappeared. Then he mumbles: "I think I should call Jake on the radio and hear if Jeremy has noticed anything. After all, they are in radio contact with each other. " Brett walks around the vehicle and climbs in on the driver's side. She could not hear the thrust of the radio conversation, but as he climbed out, the worried wrinkle on his forehead disappeared. So there is nothing seriously wrong. Janice does not know what forced the pilot to disappear again. Brett says nothing when he comes back to her with his foot on the wheel of the Landrover. Janice curses the pilot who did not come ashore and Brett who sometimes blunts as much as a sealed can to explain something. "Jeremy is only testing the helicopter," he replied calmly. "It's the same one we rent from Titan helicopters every time we catch animals." The thought, however, does not bring tranquility. "The man is extremely nauseous," she murmured inwardly and wiped her fringe, which tossed the evening air, angrily backwards. "Why does he not just come ashore?" As if he heard her, the helicopter suddenly appeared on their left side and darted at them with dizzying speed. "Hell!" Brett notices breathlessly and Janice can literally hear the amazement and excitement in every letter of the word. "Fearless, no? I wish I was him. ""Bullshit!." The irritation in her voice obscured the growing anxiety inside her. "Whoever he is, he clearly thinks he is the shit." "There is nothing fantastic about the fact that she will sit next to that man in the helicopter the next day, but Janice is silent about this, a frown between her eyebrows. "No my girl," Brett decidedly shook his red head, "even though he thinks he is the shit, and he may just be able to fly like that, he still has to know his story."
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents,vulgar words,violence,toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan."You sure you don't want this?Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words", She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight,managing through gritted teeth."I hate you,murderer", His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her."Say it again", She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly,as pathetic as it may sound.She gritted her teeth again and let out."I said I hate you,murderer!I wish you would just die and-ahh!",She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there."What are-ahh!",She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!",He growled.
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Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?