The Beast locked me up in his fake castle. As the daughter of one of the most dangerous Bratva bosses in the underworld, I uncovered a secret so deadly, I fled Russia and escaped to America. But my high school enemy, the Beast, kidnapped me and trapped me on his island with no way to escape. And without my medication, I had no control over the heat that consumed me as an Omega. His rough hands made me crave things I never wanted before. I was powerless to resist him. The Beast. My Mate. With my life on the line, I tried to resist my dark, dangerous captor, yet I found myself drawn to him. The truth was supposed to set me free, but in the Bratva world, the only freedom was death. Author's Note: Beast is a stand-alone novel. It is a steamy dark Russian mafia enemies-to-lovers standalone novel with some trigger warnings! There's no cheating or cliffhangers, and always a guaranteed HEA
View MoreTomasNatalia Mikhailov stared at me with those doe eyes of hers and I laughed on the inside at her naivety. Ever since the sixth grade, she’d looked down on me and thought herself above reproach. Bet she thought she was coming here to meet the man of her dreams. I’d held my tongue, or rather my fingers, from what I really wanted to say to her online.Pretended to be a wuss. Pretended I cared what she thought.What had she said in ninth grade when I got up the courage to ask her out? Her words still rang in my ears.“Why would I go out with a loser like you? I’m not into fat guys.”I wasn’t bitter. No. Everyone was fucking entitled to their own opinion. I was doing a job. Like this one that Golubev had paid me handsomely to take care of. Kidnap Natalia and hold on to her until they could convince her father to vote how they wanted. Easy. And it gave me time for a little justice against the girl who had turned my life inside out.Her face paled as she glanced from me back to the sugar
Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit. "Oh." Then it clicked cause her eyes lit up. "Wait, that guy who's into the fucked-up minds of serial killers, like you?" She said it like it was a hobby, like collecting stamps or something, not delving into the twisted minds of psychos. This guy had claimed all the theories about serial killers, like Bundy and the like, were bullshit. No connection between the evil they did and their grey matter. Just monsters who got off on hurting others, nothing more, nothing less. Sounded like an arrogant prick, but I'd
TomasMidnight struck on the church tower, its solemn chime echoing through the night as I pursued the reckless thief who fucking dared to violate my car, stealing my wallet.His skinny legs drove him ahead of me, but I could taste his fear in the wind as I followed. Behind me, the woman whose purse this asshole stole, sobbed with her kids clutched close to her. He was an amateur criminal and he didn’t know how big of a mistake he’d made.The streetlights shone like stars as he ran. His shoes padded along the sidewalk as he weaved in and out around a few late-night pedestrians. At the end of the block, he cut left and ducked around a corner. The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily.A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face
TomasMidnight struck on the church tower, its solemn chime echoing through the night as I pursued the reckless thief who fucking dared to violate my car, stealing my wallet.His skinny legs drove him ahead of me, but I could taste his fear in the wind as I followed. Behind me, the woman whose purse this asshole stole, sobbed with her kids clutched close to her. He was an amateur criminal and he didn’t know how big of a mistake he’d made.The streetlights shone like stars as he ran. His shoes padded along the sidewalk as he weaved in and out around a few late-night pedestrians. At the end of the block, he cut left and ducked around a corner. The little shit was fast, but he couldn’t shake me that easily.A metal door of a dumpster clanged shut, but I didn’t need to hear that to know where he was. His heartbeat echoed in my ears, its erratic rhythm a testament to his fear. Yet, he had no idea what fear truly meant. He would understand, soon enough, once I caught him. Then he would face
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