Novels by Emilia J. Bell

“I’m the one taking Cane Industries from you…” “Oh my god, Austin. Oh my god. That was Sebastian Cane. It really was, oh my god. That was your brother. I mean, I could see the similarities. He’s actually quite tall. You guys got good genes, huh?” I yapped because he was still stunned. We both were. I watched as his brother left, nonchalantly and without any care that he’d just shaken Austin’s world. Austin was a deer caught in the headlights. He was shocked. I can see him processing everything little by little. “How? I mean, why? What?” he stammered. “Did that just really happen right now?” “Yes, it really did. Are you okay, love?” I inquired. His face was ashen. He’s not moving, he’s just there. His eyes were wide open. I saw his trembling hands clench into a fist, and just like that, he snapped into war mode. “This was deliberate. He’s a shark,” he said. “He’s planned this. Everything.” “Oh my god,” I repeated in disbelief. “Looks like it. He just came in here and did his thi

AustinThere’s a certain change I can feel in the air. Maybe it’s the fact that Olivia and I finally reconciled, or maybe it’s just that I ultimately let my frustrations go… but I feel different. I feel lighter. Even if everything is going to shit around me. I just feel more… at ease. There’s just something in the air. “I got you your favorite burrito,” Olivia gave me that small smile I love before depositing the paper bag beside me and leaving. She’s back to work, still adjusting to the daily grind but everything’s back to normal. It’s a given that we’re still handling the aftermath of the psychiatrist and everything that came along with that but I can say that we’re good to go. Something just clicked the last time I just let out all my feelings. It was more than domination, it was release. Cathartic. Ever since then, we’ve been mending things between us. All the talks. All the action between the sheets. It’s all helping get us to baseline again. Of course, we’re having low mome

ParkerI smiled. The receptionist gave me some tea. She’s sweet, the tea as well. But nothing is sweeter than my Olivia. I reclined on the chair I was asked to sit on. The woman I didn’t care to ask the name of added a few biscuits to my tea. How sweet. Maybe I’d… No. No matter how I want other women, it will always be my Olivia who I need. No other pretty girl’s smile would entice me. Even if she was curvy in all the right ways. My mind goes back to seeing my Olivia like this. Behind a huge desk in her little corner. My mind shuffled through all the footage I got of her. The moments as I watched her on her desk. I wanted to bend her over that desk so badly. Hmm… maybe there’s still time. I’m itching to watch her again. If only there was a way… maybe I could persuade the man who let me out. Maybe if I could just convince him…The receptionist’s gaze lingered on me as I waited for the man who made all this possible. She looked at me curiously, almost like I was a puzzle she wanted

“Get up,” he said. “Now. Hands on the table.” I scrambled up and stood at attention. Slowly, ever so slowly, he put his knee in between my legs from behind. “Legs apart, Olivia.”I was vibrating with anticipation at this point. Everything felt charged. I held my breath as I felt him touch his front slightly on my back. I felt his breath on me, touching my skin as he inspected me. “Where did he touch you?” his soft voice was menacing. “I… Austin…” I stammered while he stood beside me. I felt his choppy breath skirting my shoulder. The goosebumps on my skin were ever prevalent. I couldn’t move, I was stuck as a statue. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. He left me paralyzed just by his presence. “I asked you a question, Olivia.” “I don’t…” “You don’t remember?” “I would rather not,” I exhaled. “How did it feel?” “What? I, I don’t know…” “You’re trying to forget, I understand. But you need to open up for me. “ He said this as he wedged his knee between mine. “Ugh…” “Did he tou

“You’re right. You did a very bad thing, Olivia. And for so long, you tested my patience.” I shivered at the tone of his voice. It sent chills through me. “You made me watch you at your lowest point. You made me endure everything. All because, what? I love you? I watched you, did you know that?” He stood menacingly. My eyes were focused on him undoing his belt, painstakingly slow. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. At this point, these little words have lost their meaning. He stopped beside me. I stared at the bulge in front of me. He gripped my hair. The caring touches at the hospital are long gone now. In its place, he started squeezing my hair. “You had me so worried. I was losing my mind, did you know that?” he gritted out. “I didn’t know what to do, I was so helpless. I couldn’t even get to you. It’s like you were so far away, in your own head.” “I was… I’m…”“Don’t you fucking say you’re sorry. We’re way past that now.” “But,” I struggled to stay in our conversation but I was dis

“I messed up,” I told Austin. We were in our dining table when I got home from the hospital. Somehow, the guilt and the shame pushed me to bare it all out. “Something needs to change. I NEED to change. I royally fucked up and this whole thing is my mess,” I added. He sat there and I knew he was starting to defend my actions again. “You were drugged. He manipulated you…”I stopped him. “That’s true. But what about all the other decisions I made? I decided to continue with the booze. I chose to take what he was giving me, Austin. Even if I was endangering my job, even if I was getting out of control. I chose those things. You can’t… I can’t pin this all on anybody else but me. I have a part in all this mess. A big part, actually.” He lowered his head. Maybe he’s realizing I have a point. “I trust too easily. Call it naivety or just plain stupidity, but I always choose to see the good in people. Even to my detriment.”He looked up at me. “But that’s what I like about you. You chose t