Novels by Author Dianaabi

Damon’s POVThe manor was unusually eery and quiet as I turned off the engine of my black Griffin Marauder. I smoothed the wheel—this car was a treasure I had inherited from my grandfather—and I sat there in my treasured baby, stroking my beard. Even now, I was stalling to go into my own house. A place that had offered me so much solace. Because of her. Iris.What the hell? I didn’t want to admit it, but I knew deep down that I was slowly getting obsessed. If this wasn't an obsession, then what?I sighed, very much frustrated. I haven’t seen her for over two weeks now. What would she look like now? How would she react when she sees me? Forcing the whirling thoughts of Iris away from my mind, I got out of the car and made my way to the manor. I was going to see her soon, anyway. There was no need to torment myself any further. Ryder came scurrying as soon as I walked through the front door. “Welcome, sir,” he greeted, with a slight bow of his head. “I’ve told you to drop the hon

Iris’s POVThe sound of Julian’s slow and heavy footsteps, as they came down the steps leading to the dungeon, collided with the sound of my erratically beating heart.The man hadn’t shown his face around here for days. What did he want now?“Mary, pray tell, what are you doing down here?” Julian said, his voice laced with amusement and mockery. I could smell Mary’s fear, even from here. “W-well uhm,” Mary stuttered, words failing her. “Cat got your tongue, eh?” Julian probed. “I-I was just concerned about the girl, sir.”“And who says you can be concerned about her?”“She’s the Don’s girl, and-““Mary,” Julian interrupted her ramble, “if you don’t scream from here right now, your son Jesus would hate what I would do to you.” “You hear me?” he barked, and the sounds of Mary’s scurrying footsteps followed almost immediately. After a while of deafening, uncomfortable silence, Julian cleared his throat. “Open up. I wanna see her.”“C’mon now, Julian. Let the girl be,” the guard outs

Iris’s POVAlthough I didn’t want to admit it to myself, the dungeon was the perfect prison for a slave girl who was desperately seeking to escape. It was a dark, smelly, large room, the walls designed with splashes of red and claw-like designs—sometimes I fear that these splashes of red might be the blood of actual humans, and I get spooked—just how evil were these people? How many people have they tortured here? Will they do that to me too?The first day of being locked up in the dungeon went by very slowly—at first, I screamed until my throat dried up, then I cried and cried, then I thought about my actual parents and where the hell on earth they were. Towards the end of the first day, I just stared into space, mute and sad, as it slowly dawned on me that I wasn’t getting any food. It wasn’t even like I had an appetite for food.The same routine was repeated on the second and third day, and throughout my first week being locked up in this Godforsaken place.I slowly started to los

Iris’s POVThe fear had just started to morph into instant shock, and I wasn’t even given a chance to catch my breath before I felt a rough hand close around my arm and pull me forcefully to my feet. My eyes flew open at the same time, to see one of the men pulling me into his arms.The one with the scar across his left eye.Wait a minute, what just happened? How had they gotten to me so fast?The last thing I remembered, which I’m sure only happened a few nanoseconds ago, was that deadly black mamba rising on its belly and staring me dead in the eyes. Baring its poisonous fangs.I was very sure it had almost bitten me too. I mean, that was why I had screamed, right? The sight of the snake had scared me to the core, and I had let my guard down.“Let me go!” I screamed as the perverse man threw me against his pudgy body. I felt even more disgusted as he rubbed his lower body against my arse.“Stay still, will ya?” The man purred in my ear, shoving my hair away from my face. “Where do y

Damon’s POVI sat in the back of the black SUV, utterly disturbed and turned on.Was this what I would have to deal with, having this pretty little petal around?True, I have a huge sexual appetite. But it doesn’t mean I couldn’t control myself. However, since I laid my eyes on the girl—Iris—at the black market, controlling myself has been a bit of a problem for me.No. Not even a bit. I have found it greatly difficult to control myself since I set my eyes on her. All I’ve thought of, all I’ve been wanting to do, since I saw her, was jump on her. Gobble her up. Eat her up. It was itchy. An itch that needs scratching.And I hated it.I hated that she could have that kind of effect on me. No one had ever had such an effect on me, and that was why I was disturbed.No matter who it was, no matter the situation, I was always in control. But with her, it was different. Whenever I looked at her, I felt my control slipping, and very fast.This was not good for a businessman who controls an ar

Iris’s POV“So, what are you going to do with me?” I asked, having wolfed down the food to the very last bite and licked the steaming sauce off the plate. I watched a wry, taunting smile form on his lips. “You ask too many questions in just a nanosecond, little petal.” “I think it’s about time I let you know who gets to ask the questions,” he sneered. His voice was quiet, cold as steel, yet carried an undeniable strength across the vast space. I stared at him, waiting for some kind of landing. But he just stared right back at me, his gaze piercing through me with an intensity that burned bright. I shrugged. “Well?”“I get to ask the questions, little petal, not you.”“Can you not call me that?” I fired back. “Why? It suits you just fine because you’re exactly like a flower.” He scoffed as he wiped the corner of his lips with a napkin. “Soft, fragile, but still prickly. Don’t worry, you’ll adjust soon enough.”I glared at him, starting to feel the flicker of something hot rise i