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His name was Yuri Daniel Athanas. They called him, "The Golden Boy" of Alcolytes Triad, a college organization during the day and an underground racing club at night. Like his brothers.. Yuri Daniel was very rich, powerful, hot guy, gorgeous and devastatingly sexy and Intelligent. Unlike his brothers.. Yuri Daniel did not leave a trail of broken hearts behind him. Yuri was an angel amidst all the other Greek devils, they said. I like hearing that about him. It gave me hope that when we do meet again, he would remember his promise, and he would keep it. He would take one look at me and he wouldn't mind that I wasn't... Okay. He wouldn't mind, I wasn't... Normal. If he was everything I prayed he would be, he'd take one look at me and love me. Like he had promise ...
Madame Antonia went down to the basement, hoping that tonight would be the night she succeeded in breaking the child's spirit. After turning on the light, she saw the child curled up on the cold hard floor, sucking her thumb, closing her eyes. For Madame Antonia, all the children she cared for were subjects of training. In her eyes, they were genderless and stupid, their sole purpose in life being to prove that Madame Antonia was a good person. Madame Antonia's lips twitched as she watched her latest project. The child was emaciated and shorter than most other seven-year-olds.
But for Madame Antonia, we weren't hungry enough.
"Get up!" - Madame Antonia shout to this poor little girl.
A kick to the child's ribs interrupted those words. Her eyes opened. Madame Antonia suddenly held her breath. She despised a lot of things in her latest project, but nothing more than purple eyes were staring at her right now. Horrified by their deceptive purity, Madame Antonia's eyes soiled hers and she shook her head violently.
"No! This was the work of the devil, using the child to make her feel like she wasn't guided by God's hand." - Madame Antonia (in her mind)
But still, those big violet eyes stared, damning her, and Madame Antonia shrieked.
" Didn't you hear what I said!? " - Madame Antonia shouted again to this little girl.
Seeing Madame Antonia taking one step towards her seemed to throw the child into a panic. It scrambled to its knees, its pale body shaking hard as it bent its head.
" I am sorry, Madame Antonia. " - Kathryn Ice begging to Madame Antonia. (it whispered)
Please make Madame Antonia believe me, (in her mind), it prayed. It hated itself for being a liar, but no matter what it did, it just couldn't stop lying.
When Madame Antonia reached the child, it threw itself prostrate on the ground. Her skin crawled when it tried to kiss her feet.
" Get away from me! " - Madame Antonia kicked this little girl.
Madame Antonia shoved the child away with another kick to its face. It brings back a cry of pain. Madame Antonia's hatred grew at how silent and stoic it was. Why is this child so different?
" You don't want to see me, do you? " - Madame Antonia grabs the little girl's face.
" No, Madame Antonia. " - Kathryn Ice begging again to Madame Antonia.
The child shook its head fiercely even while keeping its gaze trained on the ground.
" I'm happy to see you. " - Kathryn Ice controlled her emotions and gave a smile to Madame Antonia.
It was lying of course, but it prayed hard that maybe this time God wouldn't tell Madame Antonia it wasn't speaking the truth. The child knew Madame Antonia was good and it was bad. It knew this, but it didn't believe it.
" Liar! " - Madame Antonia slapped this little girl.
Madame's hiss made the child bite its lip hard. Please God, please make me believe the truth. Please make me believe that Madame Antonia would love me. (The child's wish in her mind)
Madame Antonia suddenly cupped its chin, forcing it to look up. The child's eyes clashed with the woman's. Madame Antonia screamed.
" Stop looking at me like I'm evil! " - Madame Antonia shout again this little girl.
Kathryn tried to protest but didn't get the chance. Madame Antonia's hand cracked against her cheek. Madame Antonia tried to scratch her eyes. And Madame Antonia grabbed her by the hair and dragged her up the stairs and out of the cellar. Her child forced herself to keep her silence, hoping that her silence would persuade Madame Antonia to forgive her. But the child did not know, that the quieter it was, the more despised Madame Antonia would be. Madame Antonia, in her desperate and innocent desire to please, was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes off the truth.
Madame Antonia threw this little girl on the floor and they went into the dining room. She waited for the child to cry and fight back, but she simply knelt down and looked up at Madame Antonia with eyes that neither hated nor questioned. In those eyes, Madame Antonia saw the truth, the real truth, not what she had tried to convince herself and all the children she had killed in the name of love for them. Madame Antonia screamed.
" Why won't you just break? "- Madame Antonia shake the shoulders of Kathryn while shouting at her.
Pulling the child up to its feet, Madame Antonia waited for the child to lift its head before slapping it as hard as she could. The child swayed on its feet, and the dance began. Soon after, the music of Madame Antonia palm cracking against the child's cheek played in the room.
Crack. Sway. Crack. Sway. Crack. Sway (while dancing).
The child's vision dimmed, but it struggled to stay on its feet. The child and Madame Antonia had danced to this music for as long as they could remember, and the steps were simple to remember. It mustn't fall, mustn't look at Madame Antonia, and most importantly of all, it mustn't ever make Madame Antonia have trouble hitting her. Madame Antonia was speaking/singing now, lyrics to the music that the child didn't understand.
" Why wasn't it still broken?..
Why did it still want to live?..
Why couldn't it just break?.. " - Madame Antonia sings while dancing with Kathryn.
If it had been allowed to speak, the child would have asked just one question. How did Madame Antonia want to break itself? Madame Antonia's voice became feverish.
" I can't be blamed. I was so scared. " - Madame Antonia started to cried silently.
As the child continued to dance to Madame Antonia's music, it wondered dazedly if her own terror was the same as Madame Antonia.
Did Madame Antonia feel like she felt now?
" I'm not evil. " - Madame Antonia said calmly.
The child wanted to believe Madame Antonia. There must be a reason why Madame Antonia couldn't stop hurting her, couldn't begin loving her. Madame Antonia was good, and it was not.
" Those men beat me up, raped me the entire night, all at the same time. They were the monsters, not me! " - Madame Antonia angry and shout again.
The music rose to a screaming crescendo, and the dance reached its peak. Madame Antonia was no longer content slapping its face.
Now, Madame Antonia's fists began to color the child's eyes with bruises, and the cracking slaps turned into painful thuds.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Its eyes swelled shut, and the child struggled to dance even when it was half blind with pain.
" They told me to kill my parents so I did! I was scared, and that was why I did it! I was young like you. I can't be blamed. God knows I must be forgiven for what I did. They broke me! " - Madame Antonia cried and looks like a crazy person.
The music suddenly stopped, and the child started to tremble. The silence was bad and scary, and she wished she could hear the music again. She didn't want this quiet, knew with all her heart that it was. Madame Antonia came out of her trance, and the first thing she saw was the child's eyes.
" No! " - Kathryn Ice shouted while feeling scared and trembling.
Madame Antonia grabbed the child by the hair, and still it didn't speak. It was terrified out of its wits, but it still knew what was right or wrong.
" Why?..
Why didn't it break like Madame Antonia had?.. - Kathryn Ice silently cried. (In her mind)
" You're going to break! " - Madame Antonia shouted to Kathryn.
Madame Antonia muttered feverishly.
" You're going to break like all the others did! " - Madame Antonia shouted again while she hurt this child.
The beating lasted for an hour. By the time Madame Antonia vision cleared, the child was crumpled in a ball of pain. Madame Antonia knelt down, breathing hard.
" Open your eyes. " - Madame Antonia commands to her.
Slowly, its eyes opened. And Madame Antonia saw she had lost. It still had not broken.
Margaret Chrysler, a witch head of Chrysler Family who needs a bluofighter shadow charming sexy hot demon, for her sister who lost and kidnapped. And yet, she finds herself bound to a demon with a dark past who's as hot as he is annoying always, all so he can find her captured sister Marissa Chrysler who was kidnapped by a demon and a witch too. He better track down the kidnapper fast as they can to capture the criminal's, before he drives her insane of this bluofighter hot sexy shadow demon. Or worse... Steals her heart forever. Atticus Thompson lost any care for the others in the magical prison of the Shadows when Margaret grandmother locked him for centuries. So when Margaret unleashes him to help her, his plan is simple: Seduce the Sexy Hot Beautiful Witch, Steal her powers so she can't bind him again, and be on his merry way. Much to his dismay, though, there's a fatal flaw in his plan, the Witch makes him want to keep her. And that would be a disaster for him or maybe his forever love of his life..
As the owner of The Sinful Night Club, an elite luxury sex club located along the Los Angeles Strip, I never spend the night alone. I don't grant favors and will rarely give you the time of day unless I want you in my bed... So when the sister of my sworn enemy shows up asking for help, saying " No " should be easy. But all I see is the opportunity to help this beautiful women while exacting revenge on her brother, and I am not about to pass that up. Beaten and bruise, Thalia Beckett is running out of options, and, unfortunately for her, I'm her last chance to get out of the mess she's in. She doesn't know why I despise her brother so much, but as long as I can help her, she doesn't care. And while I am more than happy to keep her safe, I intended to do so while opening her up to a sinful world she never knew existed. As Thalia Beckett falls into the sinful world of guilt free pleasure with no regrets, and feeling of possessiveness begin to grow.
Darius Spencer has a dark past that he's kept a closely guarded secret, very few people have ever heard his real story and he plans to keep it that way. After surviving a hellish childhood, he's now living the dream life where everything he touches turns to gold. But something's missing. He doesn't quite know what until a simple letter from a teenage boy brings Nathalie Adler into his life. A woman who just might fill up the empty places inside him, if only he could ever be worthy of her love. When a man has more money than he could possibly spend in five lifetimes, Nathalie has to ask herself what Darius Spencer could possibly want from a woman like her? She's learned the hard way that rich men always get what they want no matter the cost. If it was just herself she had to worry about, Nathalie would manage, but she's guardian to her younger brother who depends on her everything. After nearly losing his life in a car crash, she's vowed never let anyone hurt him ever again.
" When I met Timothy Adams, he had nothing but a guitar. " I was rich... He was poor.. I was plain... He was beautiful... I ached for the spotlight, he made his music in the dark... Yet he looked at me in a way my rock star father and rich, snobby classmates never did: like I mattered... I never saw it coming... When Timothy moved in with us to work with my dad and attend Oakwood prep, he seduced my enemies and claimed their crown... He betrayed my friendship and crushed my heart to become their rebel prince... They can keep him... I'll never forgive the boy I used to ache for... But some nights... He makes me want to.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
She thought he was the villain. He was only trying to save his soul. Rena lives in a world of sunshine, sweets, and simple dreams. Until one reckless decision drops her into a dark realm of secrets, curses and werewolves. Kidnapped, heartbroken. She doesn't know who to trust anymore especially not Logan, the arrogant, cruel Alpha who's keeping her as a hostage. Until she discovers his dark secret. He's been hearing her thoughts all along. Now the walls between them are crumbling. And when feelings grow where hatred once lived, a curse demands that blood becomes a love that demands sacrifice. But how can she give her heart to the one who might need it to die?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.