What a turn of events. What do you think is going on here?
A sharp sound on her feet brought her from the trance. The glass piece in her hand didn’t move, nor did she. The girl had no perception of events as if her space-time continuum had been altered. She looked around and realized what had just happened, and the earlier events flashed in her mind like a projector projecting pictures. She killed someone, but she didn’t kill Olivia, did she? was she sure? She doesn’t know anymore.She felt anxious again; the whole world saw her holding a sharp weapon and Olivia yelling that Athena was planning to kill her. It didn’t matter whether she tried; nobody would believe her now. Should she escape? She wondered. She doesn’t know anymore. Maybe her brother and friends would believe her. Will they?“Where is she?” she heard a voice, and she saw Narcissa walk in.“Cissy,” Athena called, but before she could even utter another sentence, she felt a sting on her cheek. It took several seconds for Athena to process what exactly happened, she was lost, and an
It was him; it was Azazel. Did she doubt it? Obviously not, but the optimist in her somehow hoped that she wouldn’t see him, but luck was never on her side, not now, not ever. Her luck ended with her parents. She lifted her head to face him; he stood taller, like a Hyperion in a field of dwarf willow. The forest’s silence was deadly, yet somehow, he looked deadlier. Athena gulped, “Please,” she was begging before she knew it. She hated begging him, but she would take begging over death anytime. “Oh, you will please me, princess, you will, but before that. Let’s, go talk, shall we?” he bent to hold her, but she started to crawl away the minute he bent down, anticipating his move. Azazel pinched the bridge of his nose, “I have enjoyed the chase, Raven, but now it is time to end this game,” he pulled her by her ankles, held her hand tight, and lifted her while she was still struggling, “Stop struggling,” he moved his hands to her waist, digging his nails there, but his words made Athena
As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.“I wasn’t,” she defended herself.“Yeah, right,” he chuckled. He was pleased that she found him attractive. He knew he was coveted by many, but he had always wondered if she would see him attractive. Her eyes seemed to have answered his question. She walked over with the plate, placed it before him, and waited for him to have it, but he wasn’t making a move to touch it. He looked at her and back to the sandwich. He grabbed her forearm and pulled her into his lap; she put her hands on his chest, balancing herself on him. “What are you………….,” she asked.“Shh,” he caressed the
“I want to know to whom this number belongs,” Azazel handed his phone over to Tristan and asked him to check it. “I don’t think you will find anything. If she really wanted to hurt our mother, would she leave breadcrumbs for us to trace?” Tristan asked his brother. “You said it yourself; you had known her for ages. What do you think?” Azazel countered Tristan’s question with a mild mockery in his tone. Tristan shook his head negatively. He grabbed Athena’s phone, trying to walk out, “Where are you taking that phone?” he asked his brother. “To investigate like you asked,” Tristan answered. “You just need to copy the number, Tris. That phone,” he grabbed Athena’s phone from his brother’s hands, “Is mine,” he said with a smile. “Gross,” Tristan rolled his eyes. “You are turning into a creep, brother,” he teased Azazel. “Whatever, I need that information,” he diverted his gaze back onto his computer screen. He opened her phone and went through her pictures, most of them were of her
“I do not agree with this,” Athena stood between the two men, “Nevin, please,” she held his chest, begging him, earning a warning growl from Azazel; he was losing it seeing Athena stand close to Nevin, talking to him gently, touching him. Her touching Nevin wanted him to kill Nevin more than he already wished. “Don’t do this, Nevin; he will kill you” she wiped his blood crying. “I don’t want to do this, Thena, but I can’t let you go. You are the one constant thing in my life,” Athena closed her eyes. “No, Nevin, I don’t want this,” she tried talking him out of it, but before she could do anything, she was pulled back by Azazel. He buried his head in her hair, smelling it creating a boiling rage in Nevin, “You don’t get to fucking choose,” he yanked her hair harder, “If I want it, I get it. I want you and I will get you by hook or by crook, by blood or by death”, he bit down on her cheeks holding Nevin’s eyes captive. Nevin struggled to try to punch Azazel’s men, but they were strong
Mature and non-consensual scenes. Please skip it if it makes you uncomfortable… He didn’t wait for a second; he started dragging her upstairs; he threw Athena into a room. “Go shower; I want his scent off you,” he pushed her further into the room. She turned around with no choice, “And Athena?” she turned to face him. “I want you clean and ready for me. I am not going to give you another chance,” he glanced at his watch, “you have 15” he left the room to shower for himself. Athena entered the bathroom; stripping her clothes, she sat in the bathtub, numb. She is going to sleep with her sister’s fiancé; how sinful is it? But can she escape? She knows she cannot. If she did, he would kill Nevin. Her life is a mess, so chaotic than the sky during a hurricane. She sat there hoping that time would freeze and this mess would end, but time never froze and the mess only began. She sighed and walked out of the bathroom; a nightgown with a robe and some scented lotions was on the bed. She obedi
This chapter will have non-consensual sex scenes. It will be sad, if you are uncomfortable, skip it, please….. He saw her biting her lip, and he loved it; he wanted those lips to bite his; he wouldn’t mind even if his body bore her marks; he wanted it; he wanted her to mark him like he was going to mark hers. Her throat was parched with the anticipation of what was going to happen. So she closed her eyes again, and she kept them closed until she felt a swat on her ass, a loud spank forcing her to open her eyes, “you are not allowed to close those eyes, baby” he rubbed her cock on her clit biting his lips, and she clenched her stomach. “Don’t close those eyes” he slowly moved his dick down to her entrance. He moved his gaze down to her pussy and inhaled deeply. That pussy is the most beautiful on this entire planet. He is no stranger to a woman’s pussy. He had many, fucked a lot too, but hers knocked the breath out of his lungs like his breath would never return to him. His eyes were
Azazel woke up with aches in his body. He rubbed his groggy eyes. They felt dry and itchy. He looked to the right, and the bed felt empty and cold. His body remembered her warmth. A smile crept on his lips. He touched his lips and remembered how often he tasted her lips with those. He pulled the sheets off and got up. Nakedness didn’t seem unfair to him since last night. He stepped into the shower and turned around to look at himself in the mirror, and last night’s memories flooded through his system and his heart felt full. Turning on the shower, he reveled in his thoughts. He had to go see his mother; he didn’t get that chance to see her since she attacked; he was taken by guilt that he slept with his mother’s attacker. He turned on the shower letting the water fall on his body, he grabbed some body wash to wipe himself, and that is when he noticed dried blood stains on his dick; his blood stilled for a moment, “was she a virgin?” he rubbed the body wash between his hands absentmind
“Capo,” a strong man strode into the hospital room, his eyes glinting with concern.“Sir is in critical condition. We don’t know what to do,” Elijah, the head of security for the German mafia, informed him, his voice heavy with worry. “He was beaten black and blue, and the hole in his voice made it difficult for him to talk. The doctor says it might take him forever to speak again. Rustom is dead, and most of our men are gone. The responsibility lies with you.”The 13-year-old boy, Alex Knight, sat weeping in the room's corner, his shoulders shaking with grief. He may have been young, but he had a commanding presence and a ruthless stature that belied his age.“Who did this?” he gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger.“The French, we know that much,” Elijah replied, folding his hands solemnly.Alex’s bloodshot eyes widened with fury, and his fists clenched tightly. “I swear I will get my vengeance, and when I do, they will beg for mercy.” Elijah nodded in agreement. “We’ll
Everyone was invited to their wedding except the Black parents, Sophie and Blanche. Athena was pacing nervously in her room when someone knocked on the door, and she answered, “Come in,” when Narcissa walked in.“Cissy,” she hugged the girl.“How are you, Theia?” Cissy couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Athena looked in her wedding dress.“I am good. Where were you? We were so worried about you,” she sat on the ottoman before her vanity.“I found myself and love, too,” she winked. Athena looked bewildered.“Love?” disbelief coated her tone.“Yes, I will introduce her to you once you are done with your wedding,” she kissed Athena’s cheek. She was about to leave when Athena stopped her.“I am sorry for causing you pain, Cissy. If only I had known……” but Cissy stopped her.“Don’t worry about it, Athena. I am happy for you and my brother, and my adorable nieces and nephews, I love you all equally, and honestly, I should apologize for not trusting you,” she pinned her veil on her head.
Athena and Azazel hadn’t talked about their relationship much. Their relationship was evolving, but into what she didn’t know. She was sure that Athena had feelings for him, but to what extent? She couldn’t figure it out. “Athena,” Azazel yelled, coming home. “In here,” she replied, washing the milk bottles and setting them on the warmer. “Get ready. We are going out,” he turned her to his side. “No, Zae. We need to…” he silenced her by placing his fingers on her lips and closing them. “Not another word. You haven’t gone out since we had our little ones. Let’s go out, besides we have a village to watch, and you already pumped your milk,” he noticed the bottles on the counter. Knowing that there was no excuse, Athena gave in. She entered her bedroom and noticed a dress on the bed. She put on the outfit and put on some light makeup. Hearing the sound of heels, he turned around, and his heart skipped its beat. She looked ethereal in that georgette dress, “I look fat,” she adjusted t
After many months of speculations about what happened to Azazel Black, the world finally realized that he was alive. Since he was alive and well, his company was soaring, the stocks reaching the skies. The company celebrated, and so did the underworld. But there was no news of Hans anywhere, not in the business world or the underworld. He permanently cut ties with Olivia and Charles. After Tristan explained what they did to Cissy, he didn’t have it in his heart to call him his parents, they reached out to him, but he cut them off. As much as it hurt him to do it, he did not want his father to do the same things he did to him and his brother to his children. He wanted his children to become compassionate like her. He officially canceled his wedding with Sophie. The girl was furious and tried to blackmail him into doing what she wanted, but Azazel was ahead of her. He threatened to kill her career if she tried to disturb Athena or her family. He was still in touch with Arthur as he was
“Do you think I should come back?” Azazel asked, sipping his whiskey. “You should,” Tristan knew Azazel and Athena loved each other, but there was something holding them up from being together, he had seen both suffer being away from each other, and God knows they were stubborn. “Although if you come back, I hope she kills you. I am tired of your ass,” Tristan was eager to see Azazel getting ass whopped by Athena. “Do you think she will be angry with me?” Azazel had a worried look on his face. “Oh, I am sure she would end you, and I am so rooting for it,” his brother needs that for following this stupid plan. “Love makes people do things, Azazel. I have never seen you pine for anyone like this. If this isn’t screaming that you love her, I don’t know what does. And as for Athena, I have seen her try and eat flowers instead of apples. She is completely off focus,” Tristan remembered the times Athena forgot to focus and did things the wrong way. The girl put cabbage in the washing ma
Days were OK for her, but she felt the most sadness at night. It was her childhood all over again. But she wasn’t alone this time. She had her family, but his absence affected her the most. God took her parents and gave him to her, and now he took him away and gave her parents. She sat there and let the tears flow. Athena didn’t move out of her room. She still used the old space Azazel and her shared. This comforted her, as his scent was everywhere, particularly in his clothes. She stepped into the closet and took one of his jackets, hugging it close. She stood there, inhaling his scent. Another tear dropped when she heard a knock on the door. Wiping her tears, “Come in,” she announced to the person. Her mother walked inside. Looking at Athena standing there with a shirt, Iris sighed. “Penny for your thoughts?” Iris turned her daughter to her side. She formed her lips into a thin line and shook her head. “I am your mother, Theia, come here,” she opened her arms, and Athena ran into
A few months later..... Orange and terracotta hues of canopy lit the maple trees, announcing that autumn had hit her stride. The evening glow cast an orange hue on the beautiful path. The trees are blooming, despite knowing that their days are numbered, knowing that they will fall and turn to dust. The gold and scarlet of the autumn days remind you that there is beauty if you look for it. A lonely woman was walking down the path to the cemetery, honey boots covering her feet, a knit scarf wound around her neck, pretty and matching the autumn vibe. She crunched on the fallen leaves, walking down the street feeling rough cracks through thin soles, the wind moving as if she weren’t there at all, as if it were a ghost whisper, nothing more, nothing less. The woman’s pregnant belly showed through her knit sweater dress. The houses are decorated with pumpkins and apples. A fresh smell of baked apple pies and cider whipped her nostrils. Despite the children and the adults enjoying the bea
They made him kneel with his hands behind his back. Hans grabbed his gun and pointed it at Azazel while eyeing Athena. He grabbed her and made her stand before him. Athena’s heart shattered. He got into this situation because of her. He doesn’t deserve to be here. “Don’t do this, please,” she begged the monsters. “Aww, I love to see my granddaughter cry. That is what I wanted all these years,” Hans winked. “Besides, once I kill this bastard, my Rustom will keep you company, that is after we take care of the thing in your stomach,” Hans tapped the gun on Athena’s stomach, and Azazel growled. A sinister smile twisted across Azazel's face as he addressed Hans with a bone-chilling intensity. His voice dripped with menace and a promise of impending doom. His eyes were red due to the blood he lost, clouding his vision, but he didn’t have to see everything. All he had to see was her. “Hans,” he spat blood onto the floor, “pray, you better pray with every ounce of your fucked up soul that
“I could squash you all like bugs right now, but I am offering you all choices. Let Athena go, and I will let you all go,” but Hans gave no reaction other than to signal with his eyes to bring forth the girl. As one of the men forcefully placed Athena in a wheelchair, her mouth was cruelly duct-taped shut. Azazel's heart clenched painfully at the sight. His beloved wife had endured a lifetime of suffering, and now she was subjected to even more torment at the hands of this despicable man. Despite her dire situation, Athena's gaze remained locked on Azazel. He bore a visible bump on his head and a bruise on his cheek, evidence of the recent altercation. Yet, he exuded a strength that perplexed Athena, leaving her unsure of what he would do next. Surrounded by enemies who had sought their demise throughout their lives, she found herself experiencing an unexpected sense of protection, as she always did in his presence. “I will get you out of here, Athena. I will not let anything happen