Novels by Gates

As the soft dawn hues brush against the horizon, I find myself drawn to the kitchen, seeking solace in the familiar routine of making coffee. The previous night has been filled with turmoil, grief, and unexpected moments of connection, leaving me yearning for a moment of calm amidst the storm. As I enter the kitchen, a gentle hush settle over the house, permeating the air with a serenity that seems to hug me in its embrace. I glance around the spotless space, as if the remnants of the chaos from the previous night have been meticulously tidied away or never happened. Achille, the steadfast and caring presence in my life, has made sure that everything is in order before he departed. Job well done. A faint smile curve on my lips as I prepare the coffee, the rich aroma soon filling the kitchen. The rhythmic sounds of the brewing process echoe in the stillness, a gentle symphony that complement the emerging sunlight that starts to flood the room and just as I finish pouring the coffee int

Rather than attempt to keep my burning need for her under control like I know I should or at least to a middle-of-the-roader, I submit myself to it, rather encourage it to be be completely truthful. There is slight gentleness to none left in the kiss we share, but a clear discretion to conquer. My lips press hard against Mia's.My internal struggle, whether to turn her around and fuck her hard, force myself to be gentle with her or push her away is utterly hopeless.I walk her towards the bedroom wall drawing power from her quick and ineffective breaths that clearly indicates how much she wants this. Wants me! I slightly push her away from me, needing to look at her. To make sure she wants this, we stare at one another, both of us taking deep, erratic breaths. Where onetime there was remoteness there is now pain. I yank her from the wall and press her backwards onto the bed before I come out and tear the straps of her shirt, revealing her perfect breasts. She slightly move a way fro

The air droop heavy with despair as my hands rhythmically apply chest compressions to Clarisse's lifeless body. The room is loaded with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of desperate breaths escaping my lips. I have given everything I have, pouring every ounce of strength into trying to breathe life back into Clarisse when suddenly, something shifts within me. A dreadful realization washes over me, casting a dark shadow upon my trembling heart. I glance at Clarisse's face, her vacant eyes, searching for a glimmer of hope that I know deep down had faded away. It is in this very moment that time seems to stand still for me and a chill crawl up my spine, a heaviness settling in my chest. The room around me becoming a mere backdrop to the overwhelming grief that consume my entire being. The world continue its chaotic dance, yet I feel completely detached from it all and with a shaking hand, I gently press my fingers against Clarisse's motionless wrist. No pulse. No warmth. Only a

The room fall into an eerie silence as Isabelle stand dead quiet, her eyes widened in shock. In her trembling hands, she is holding a gun, aimed directly at me. The weight of the moment drooping heavily in the air, as if time has frozen, and the mere act of breathing seems impossible. Mia's heart pounds loudly in her chest synchronize with mine as the fear for both me and herself course through my veins. In a split second, my instincts kick in and I knew I needed to protect Mia, no matter the cost. With a swift motion, I push her behind me, shielding her from the danger that loom before us. Mia fight against my protective grip, desperate to stand in front of me, to get between her mother and the man she loves."Mama, please, don't do this!" Mia's voice quivere with a mix of fear and desperation. She reach out, tears streaming down her face, longing to connect with her mother's humanity. But I stand firm, my eyes crammed with a combination of judgement and despair. I cannot let Mia ste

Achille's entrance is abrupt, catching me off guard as I release Maya from her pain. My eyes meet Achille's, and in this brief moment, we share an unspoken understanding. Achille approach me, his steps echoing in the room as his gaze never leave Maya's lifeless body lying on the bed. Without a word, Achille places a supportive hand on my shoulder, offering me both physical and emotional strength. We stand side by side, when I break the silence. "She looks so much like Mia, doesn't she?" My voice is filled with a blend of sorrow and recollection, reminding me of the parallel journey we had all been on and he nods, agreeingly, my eyes briefly dart towards him, before returning to the bed where Maya lies."Yes, Ben, she does. Seeing her like this stirs unwanted feelings of Mia, and how she suffered. But Mia is safe now, with Tomasso," he whisper, desperately clinging to the image of hope. Our shared connection deepen as Achille squeezes my shoulder, silently conveying my support and unde

Me, Achille, and Tomasso stand in the concealment of the nearby woods, our breaths masked by the rhythmic rustle of leaves. The time has come to execute our plan to infiltrate the estate where Mia is being held captive. We anxiously watch as my security team move stealthily towards the imposing gates. With the team's well-honed expertise, they approach the perimeter of the estate. Their mission is to disable the security cameras, rendering the enemy blind and creating a clear path for me and my allies to enter undetected. It is a critical moment, one that requires precision and agility.As we approach, the security team divide into smaller groups, each assigned to different sections of the estate's electronic surveillance system. They move swiftly, their movements synchronized like a well-rehearsed dance. Carefully avoiding any motion sensors, they expertly disable the cameras one by one, their actions seamless and silent, while me, Achille, and Tomasso remain still, our hearts poundi

"Lily, what are you doing there standing like a statue?" I hear isabella's voice echoeing through the hallway dragging the attention of Arthur who was still standing in front of the big wooden doors that lead to viktor's office on the other side of the hallway. Our eyes lock the moment he turns his head towards me and the expression on his face turned to anger. "Are you okay?" Isabella places her hands on my forearms forcing me to look at her, but she quickly glance in the way of Arthur which makes my pulse rate go even higher, but to my surprise he wasnt there amymore. "It looks like you have seen a ghost." She frowns, but I dont answer her removing my arms from her touch and placing one hand over my chest in an attempt to get my heart under control. "Let's go have breakfast." She shake her head from right to left and back and I could just imagine what she was thinking and I was not giving her the answers she was now so curiously wanting. "Hello, Lilith." The man I became to know a

Lilith POV Arthur was merely hovering against me and even though I wanted to push him away so badly, my body needed his touch so badly that I was just not physically able to deprive myself of him anymore. I had to part my lips for him. I didnt care what he have done in the past or what he might have planned to do in the future. The only think I did care about was how I feel at this exact moment and even though the smart part of me yelled at me about the danger, I could not care. He is like a drug to me, a drug shaped and designed for only me. "I should have done this a long time ago." He pant breaking our kiss when he places his hands on my ass lifting my up against him in one swoop and immedaitely I wrap my legs around his waist and interlock my arms at the back of his neck to keep my body from gliding off of him. "I agree." I nod rubbing my nose against his before pushing my lips against his again and entwine my fingers in his soft hair. This man was perfect, except mayby for bei

Arthurs POV “She doesn’t want to see you.” Issy repeats as she eye the last French fry on my plate. She used to do this since we were children. I hated it, but have grown used to it over the years. Now it was only a flaw of her's that I endured. “Take it.” I order giving her permission to take the fucking thing, my voice harsher sounding than I initially intended. I do not know why she didn’t just order herself a plate as she ate most of my plate anyways. It doesn’t even matter, I wasn’t hungry. I came to the diner to meet her with only one purpose in mind. Lilith. “Why are you doing this this?” “It is not my words or anyone else’s. She doesn’t want to see you. She didn’t give me any reason to why she won’t see you and I have to go now.” Issy lick the salt from her finger tip. “Theodor has probably sent out a search party for me by now…” The conversation I had with Issy plays over and over again in my head as I stand behind the bathroom door waiting for Issy and Feodor to get

The mere thought of Athur being one of them made my skin crawl, but this is where I was and the only way I was getting through this and more importantly out of this alive was by becoming one of them… or rather act the part. This was my new mission. I slowly open the door getting myself ready to face my demons head on. My hair was towel-dried after a long lasting and very warm shower, my clothing covered most of my body and I was clean the hot shower in the en-suite bathroom was equipped with all sorts of unnecessary soaps and shampoos as Isabella and I had at home. This was her room after all. “The skinny depressed girl decided to get out of bed” A man passing me yelled and like blitz there was a group of big men in front of me; greeting me and smiling like they waited years to see me. “I want to see Mister Victor.” I question cautiously although my voice sounded like a little mouse's squeecking. The men surrounding me was big and bould, some had muscles growing

Lilith’s POV “You said no one can enter without consent.” I remind Isabella of another lie as she takes a seat on the bed, next to me.“I know, I know, but it has been 3 days.” She chirp. She sounds happy, good for her. “You need to take a bath and get your wounds checked.” She was right, although I wouldn’t have admitted it aloud. Maybe denying the doctor entry was a bit harsh. He wasn’t nasty to me, but he is one of them. I remind myself. “I brought your clean clothes.” She jumps from the bed before throwing a bag onto the bed, My bag. This isn’t as fancy as you have grown used to nowadays she points to the designer clothing I was currently wearing, but at least it’s yours.” She shrug starting to remove the contents of the bag.“You get to leave?” I question her popping myself up on the bed, my ribs was feeling a lttle better and my face was not that swollen anymore. The bruising was already starting to grow yellow-ish.“You will be able to leave to, once you decide to get up.” She

"Is this not against your ethical code?"I question the Doctor dabbing at the skin in my face with a gauze and some cleaning solution."I promised to help people." He curtly respond taking a clean gauze with the one hand and passes it to his other hand. "But you are not really helping me, are you? You are just stopping the bleeding and patching me up for them to burst me wide open again." I close my eyes at the burning sensation at my bottom lip when he presses the cold material against it. "You are torturing me." I moan through gritted teeth pulling away from his touch."You are lucky to be alive, not to mention how little you got off. I have seen what this man does to woman and you are nothing compared to what they usually look like by now." I can't be sure if he is wondering or trying toe scare me. and I can't help to wonder how many tortured people he have stitched up in this dungeon. “This might hurt.” He warns me before punching a needle through my skin. Twice! Two stitches on th