"As my client, you need to be well-rounded because you are such a mess" "I prefer being sharp-edged and I'm not a hot mess, I'm a spicy disaster." ___ Ruelle Kye is a crazy psychopath who doesn't even know she is dangerous. She has a sweet innocent aura that would make you mistake NYC's greatest serial killer for a young college heartthrob. O.P. Kayson is the heir to a billionaire family but he is on a self-discovery journey and he decided to hold off the thought of being CEO for a year and follow his dream of being a psychiatrist. Kayson has dealt with several crazy clients but when Ruelle came calling at his office as his next patient, he is left tiptoeing carefully around the maniac who has the delicate looks of an angel and whose mind worked like the machination of the devil. Ruelle keeps Kayson anxious, curious, and wanting more. Kayson leaves Ruelle battling with a silly crush for him whilst trying to be a better person. The thought of what Kayson's blood might taste like haunts Ruelle's devious mind but she also wants him very much alive. There is an attraction between them even though they are polar opposites. Ruelle is torn between hacking Kayson's heart with an axe or nurturing her heart that keeps skipping a beat anytime she comes across him.
Ruelle Kye brushed the tip of a fireman axe with her fingers as she looked at the man before her shiver in fear. Ruelle let out a laugh that rang through the entire house, her wish was finally coming true, and she just couldn't wait any longer to taste the sickening blood that ran in this man's veins.
"Ruelle, please, we can talk about..."
"Talk?" She let out yet another laugh that could send shivers into anyone's veins before she got down on one knee with a frown. "... When I asked to talk, what did you tell me?" She questioned, but there was no response, and she slapped him across the face. "... What did you tell me?" She questioned again with traces of anger in her voice.
"I... I said I didn't have time."
"Good! Well unfortunately I don't have that time either" she swung the axe and smashed the head of the man who birthed her. "... Bye bye daddy, yum! Your blood does taste good, but unfortunately, you aren't here to taste it for yourself." She dropped the axe and walked downstairs with tears rolling down her cheeks.
She looked at the family portrait that was hanged on the wall by her mother last week, and she let out a scream while howling in tears, minutes later the front door flew open and her mother walked in with a happy smile but soon enough it was replaced with a frown upon seeing her daughter crying on the door with bloody hands.
"Ruelle?" Her mother called her, and she immediately raised her head up to look at her. "... Ruelle what happened? Why are you so..." Trisha trailed off as Ruelle jumped on her.
She ignored the stench of blood that she perceived from her and comforted her. Something happened, she knew that too well, but the fact that she couldn't see her husband anywhere scared her more.
"Ruelle, you need to tell mummy what happened, ok?" Ruelle pulled away before wiping the tears in her eyes.
"I got home earlier from college today and I saw..." She trailed off as she coughed out. "... I... I saw daddy covered in blood, he is dead mum, he is gone." she cried and Trisha was sent into a state of shock.
Trisha stood up from the floor, not believing what her daughter was saying, it just couldn't be happening. She immediately ran upstairs, and the pool of blood that covered the entire area made her heart beat increase.
She looked up ahead and saw the body of the man she loved with an axe on it. Trisha took a few steps back and bumped into her daughter, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs, but Ruelle held her mother still for she knew the pain she felt was nothing compared to hers.
"Mum, come please." She urged her mother and they both walked downstairs.
Completely ignoring the fact that the couch was covered in a white soft fabric Ruelle made her mother sit which caused an amount of red stain on the couch, Ruelle gave her mother a glass of water to reduce the possibility of her getting a heart attack.
"Calm down mum please, don't... Don't worry I'll call the police, and they will do something ok? Sit... Sit down here, please." Ruelle wiped the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes as she reached for her phone on the dining table.
She was confused and worried about the fact that her siblings were coming back very soon, and they just couldn't see this, but what exactly could she do in this situation.
"Hello... Hello 911?" She questioned in panic, for she wasn't really hearing anything from the other side of the phone. "... Hello?"
"Sorry about that, how many we..."
"My father just died, there's an axe on his head and my mother is close to having a panic attack!"
"Where do you live? And what's your name?"
"Kye's Residence, Fifth Avenue, My name is Ruelle."
"Calm down, Ruelle, we are coming, but keep trying to calm your mother down..." Ruelle hung up, not wanting to hear anything that the woman had to say anymore.
She looked at her mother sitting down on the couch, rocking back and forth, and wondered what her blood would taste like. Tilting her head left and right she picked a cable that laid on the table and walked towards her mother, but the sound of the siren outside the house caught her attention and she dropped the cable.
The door immediately flew open and the cops alongside a few nurses walked in, which made her take a step backwards in fear.
"We hurt you." They tried assuring her as they took her mother who had passed out to the ambulance and her father's dead body while the police began looking around for the slightest evidence they could get.
Ruelle grabbed the hands of the police officer in front of her, and she was taken to a different car from her parents. Though her eyes were puffy as hell, they held no emotion which made the officer confused, for any child will be ranting about how much they wanted to go to their parents, but Ruelle seemed like she was taken away from reality.
"Ruelle?" She turned to look at the officer with a sicken smile on her face.
"Yes?" The officer looked at her trembling hands, but she slapped her hands away. "... Your hands are filthy, don't touch me." The officer was confused as to how extremely calm she was in the situation.
"Is she ok?" Officer Tony asked from behind the wheels as he took a turn towards the hospital that her parents were being taken to.
"I can't tell if she's in a state of..."
"What does blood taste like?" Ruelle asked while reaching for something in her boot.
"I think she's... She's the killer." the officer said in panic as she saw Ruelle pull a pair of shears out.
"I am not a killer..." She said with her voice filled with innocence and her eyes a bit teary. "... I just wanted to know what daddy's blood was like, I'll love to taste yours."
"You are everything I despise in a woman, Angela would never have done that." "Oh! Wow, now you are comparing me to your mistress who wrecked our marriage in the first place? Why don't you move out and marry her or better still, drop dead by the roadside." ___ Those were two harsh wordings from a couple that swore to love and to hold each other till death did them apart in the face of God but to the neighbors, it wasn't new. It was a fed up couple having their one of many too much fights every evening. Tim never had the interest to check Jennie out since he had fallen out of love a long time ago so no matter whatever efforts she puts in, he would never find his wife attractive. When he laid beside her at night, his body longed for his younger looking mistress' touch, Angela Jones. Jennie paulson always felt her feminine core itch for the latest man she just met who paid her the attention she craved and respected her as a woman, Mark Spencer. She always longed for another fiery passionate love making while she slowly touched herself while backing a rather awfully quiet Tim on the matrimonial bed. The two suffer in silence. They couldn't attempt a divorce when the original reason they were betrothed by their families was for a marriage of convenience while they hoped to grow on each other but alas! The reverse is the case, they hate each other's guts and always crave their partners. Jennie felt it was no big deal lying to her partner, Mark who is a homicidal detective about her marital status. She is insecure and she believes she would lose Mark if he found out she was married. It was meant to be kept a secret but imagine the look on her face when one day, the NYPD knocked at her door to inform her that Tim was found dead by the roadside bush and Mark was the assigned detective for the case. Now Jennie is torn between facing her lover with shame covered eyes or exonerating herself from Tim's murder case. She might have blurted out that she wanted him dead and when which seemed like a motive and a detailed fact that can't be mistaken as a coincidence especially since she now has several neighbors testifying as witness but she never wanted Tim dead, maybe she just wanted him to suffer but not drop dead and have him pinned on her.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Season 1: Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz. In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal. Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her. SEASON 2: Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Senna Thorne lost everything-her family, her freedom, and the man she once loved. Betrayed and abandoned, she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. Magnus Voss, the ruthless billionaire who once held her heart, now sees her as nothing more than a murderer, a woman unworthy of mercy. But when fate grants her a second chance, she returns under a new name, Zara Skye-no longer the broken woman he cast aside. Yet Magnus refuses to let go. He sees her, he feels her, and deep down, he knows-she is the ghost that haunts him, the love he once destroyed. But this time, Senna isn't here for love. She's here for vengeance. When their paths collide once more, will he uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will her revenge burn them both to ashes?
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!