Novels by SlaveOfSpiders

The elevator dinged open and Venus fell backward on her hand and feet as a terrified scream tore past her lips. She crawled backward on her hands and feet to get away from the horror she had witnessed.Her breath was labored and her head clouded, every sense of her consumed with fear. Survival was the only call her mind could make.Stumbling and falling on her feet she ran past the secluded area of the elevators and just when she thought she was out of the vicinity of the embodiment of the evil she had seen, she collided with something and fell backward.Her head jerked upward in alarm only to come face to face with James. He was stricken speechless looking at his Mistress who even yawned and barfed gracefully, looking flustered, with messy hair and tears streaming down her pretty face contoured in horrible shades of fear.“Miss Gracia… ” He whispered in astonishment, as she tried to claw his chest hard as she was clutching his shirt and looking terrified out of her mind, like she ha

Before he saw her, he smelt her: the most intoxicating smell of hyacinth. The elevator dinged open slowly revealing a beauty, with her one hand holding her phone to her ear and the other with her bag hanging. She was wearing a white suit complimenting her figure. With volumetric bouncy caramel blond hairs and a slight tan, she was a slight to behold. He felt his blood rushing just with one look in her direction. The jade eyes of the beauty fell on him with a frown while her scoff stayed in place before her eyes did a once over of his body. From his shoes, to his unbuttoned suit they lingered extra long on his exposed chest, and then licked every edge of his features that was when her tangy scent of arousal joined the company. His claws dug in his palm that he had gripped behind his back, the stiffness in his body only wiling ease buried deep in her. She was intoxicating like heroin, addicting. He was itching to take a sniff of her. Luka would have but she was a human which wouldn’

“Just get on with whatever you have in that ‘reports’ of yours.” She exasperatedly demanded from her assistant.Venus Mabel Gracia. The Spaniard beauty was a Maleficent you couldn’t make an invitation list without. Trendy, glamorous, and proficient, she was an enigma. At the age of 25, she was an idealist feminist fantasy.She was what every FL would be envied of, booty with brains. Her head adorned with natural caramel blonde gorgeous tresses and her skin was marred with a perfect tan. With two sets of jade green orbs, rosy cheeks, and cherry lips, she was splendor and magnificence on long legs.Born with a silver spoon and all the lavishness of the world shoved down her throat, she was anything but modest or meek. Unlike other melodramatic white lotus, pretentious princesses, she was a prideful Queen.From her sapphire stud earrings to her delicate feet embedded in Jimmy Choo, there was nothing about her that didn’t scream filthy money and she was in no way cautious to flaunt it. Ac

Beta Xander Storm strode past the hallways in quick strides with the fortitude to reach his destination. With his lycan speed, he reached the intended mark fast.His hand reached for the dork knob of the Rosewood door then stilled when his Lycan picked scandalously appalling sounds from the other end despite their Pack House being soundproof. He scoffed then knocked loudly instead.Rolling his eyes, he fished out his phone and started going through his notification as he knew his recipient past the door was going to take his time.About a five minute later the door opened by two women holding dresses on their chests, or barely what was left of what was once dresses, and ran stumbling and giggling past the corridor avoiding his eyes.He snorted at their antics. He could vividly point out these women; both unmated: one beta, the other of gamma blood, and were exploiting, boon venturous because of the fact. They were here visiting the pack to look for their chosen mates. When they didn’t

Dinara Anya IsyanovHe was captivating, magnetizing, or was I in a besotted trance? He had his arms wound around me like shackles or maybe they were feather-soft touches, not cagey but too firm that if I was to wrestle, it would be for naught. Just like the act of taking air in and out, still not being able to breathe.He looked too exotic yet his ouch felt intimate despite knowing I’ve never felt such. Past my temper, I was hollowed of opinions of my next move.Alessandro Leone Romano was a beautiful Specimen. Costa Nostra Boss was more breath-taking than he looked in his 'Wanted' shots with his sky-high head price. Momentarily I was frozen for more reasons than one. His warm hands’ captivity, his intoxicating cologne, his imposing rock hard built under my dainty hands, or was it his emerald intense eyes peering into my soul?I couldn’t tell many things like what my surname was or what was his. If he was a wicked whizz, he had me under his charm, and then he chanted something my mind

Alssandro Leone RomanoJames Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard.Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.The bar wasn’t owned by Romanos but there isn’t anything that we invaded and couldn’t conquer. Invading the surveillance was a piece of cake. The Manager took us here and served.I took a swig of my scotch unrestrained from the bottle. I wasn’t in the mood. I had crawled half of Chicago following that cunt of my fiancé and I was irked now. First, she paraded the slums dragging my label and now she was adorning every low-life in Chicago’s stares.I wanted to fucking grab that sexy bitch by her hairs and fuck that

Dinara Anya IsyanovI am horny.I flopped back on the bed and swiped my hands on my forehead, my fingers disappeared in my hairline. I breathed hard as my legs clenched together.I am frustrated and perplexed. I’m rolling in a constant sphere of being bored to miserable and then horny. Ready to hunch over… horny!Two weeks had passed since the occurrence on the Breakfast spread when I officially took over the role of Serena 2.0, everything was back to normal. Freaking ludicrous, rotten, and gross normal. And I was back to being bored which leads to me being horny!Vanity sure was venomous! I never remember being horny or particularly aroused, I was like I was in the season. Or maybe it was the rebel in me wanting to refute the White’s strict decorum. I wanted a good oral, even old-school banging or humping would do. I could serve myself but I never went solo.The point being I am bored rigid and vain.I knew some bast*rd kept watch on me; some maids and guards here were too considerat

Alssandro Leone Romano“Such an exotic creature…” My murmur echoed in the empty office, as I observed the obscene yet intriguing woman on the screen.I tipped the scotch glass lewdly closer to my lips as the girl on the bed rolled about on the bed in a suggestive posture on her back, she had been slouching about for half an hour now. I have been watching her appealing grace since, nothing about her you can get tired of staring.Her long licking-worthy legs stretching vertically on the headboard. Her namesake skirt slid down further, pooling on her pelvis and my eyes traveled through her smooth knees to her lace-clad cunt. My eyes slid down to my lap. I was hard, raging rock hard.I wanted the woman on the screen to rub her plump ass, she was swaying, to soothe the itch I was feeling. I desired her seven ways from Sunday. She was one hot chick.She arched her back in a stretch, releasing a moan that should only be heard by a lover, and from where the cameras were set, I saw her deep cl

Dinara Anya IsyanovAs the woman dressed in maid clothing entered the room she smiled warmly at me which I didn’t reciprocate, “Miss, I am here to help you dress.”Then without waiting for me to say anything she went to one of the doors which was a walk-in closet to take out clothes. I followed her inside.I may not be girlish but I was a shopaholic and the closet I walked in was a heaven set-up for me. I was a girl, after all, one that was brought up in old money. Rack after rack limited-edition branded fabrics and accessories was just what I needed to calm my nerves.Damn! The girl must be an asshat to leave this closet to elope with some hobo!′ The whole closet was filled with top-notch brands, classically rich but nothing flamboyant, more in the lines of tastefully modest yet sexy. The closet sure was drafted by a fashionista.After an hour, I got ready with a bubble bath. It was relaxing after all the strenuous dread I had gone through.Looking at my reflection I admired myself.

Waking up groggily, I had a throbbing headache. It felt like the world going merry-go-round and a curse left my foul-tasting mouth, involuntary. My tongue flickered in my mouth trying to name horrible bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Unrecognizable but it was some medicine for sure.What the f*ck had they fed me?! I absolutely despise when someone plays with my body or conscious function. Whoever this was should damn well draft their wills!Blinking I tried to adjust to the light in the room. The first thing I did was feel the heirloom on my thigh. Still there.My breath hitched as my eyes roamed the length of my body. GOD! I was wearing the same clothing that I was wearing the night before and there was no ache in my body except the one in my head.I shut my eye and let out a shaky breath. I wasn’t r*ped which was a good sign. My hand reached my chest to even my breathing but then froze mid-air. I could move my hand!I wasn’t tied and I wasn’t in some basement with a leaking pipe and d