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DIRTY DESIRES SECOND HEIR
Mouth falling open and fingers touching her parted lips, Mischa felt her muscles stiffen. She throw an incredulous stare at Narco seated next to her who was now creepily smirking from ear to ear. Narco's impostor was very pleased with her reaction. She was now fuming with anger. They may have successfully copied Narco's appearance but they will never be him. Even Narco's usual expressions are copied perfectly by them but there is still something different, something off with these clones. The overwhelming emotion was visible on their faces which is far from the real Narco who was born emotionless. Mischa lowered her head. Her brain went blank for a few seconds, trying to process what was happening. Her sense of hearing stopped working and she could no longer hear the gunshots and explosions nearby. Her heart beat rapidly, not because of fear, but the strange excitement that rose in her chest. A manic smile curved on her lips."I have wanted to fight Narco for a long time. I have chal
DIRTY DESIRES THE WAR
Men were snarling and squealing as the ground became greasy with gore. Weapons were clanging and clangorous under the seething, spite-filled sky. It was the third day since the Oddesseau's camps began to attack along with the five mafia leaders and now penetrating the heart of Brethren city. A number of men were dispersed to hunt down and kill anyone who belong to the Aslanovs but their group failed to overthrow the clan, especially Mort. They could not find even the glint of his shadow.Not only is the bloody massacre taking place in the Underground but the war has also affected the surface world. The men of the five mafia leaders begin to sow terror. They killed elder ones, raped women, and brutally tortured men they saw on the road for no reason. They have been wreaking mayhem in the city, burning down buildings and establishments, bombed every street and alley. With every passing minute, many people were lying dead on the road. Hundreds of civilians have been massacred mercilessly
DIRTY DESIRES VLADIMIR
The place resounds with a loud silence. One hand thrust in the pocket, Mort's pair of mesmerizing green orbs was cold as the afternoon breeze darted on the dilapidated buildings nearby destroyed by the bombs. The air stirred his dark hair messily as the blood on his eyebrow had now dried that will surely leave a scar. He still look otherworldly gorgeous even though he appeared austere in his messy appearance."Bastard." Short but cold, Mort audibly cursed Narco making Lyric's eyes widen in surprise, and later burst out laughing. From the tone of their Boss, he doesn't sound pleased. He did the right thing of cursing the shit out of him. Narco, on the other hand, moved the phone away from his ear while eyebrows knitted into a frown. Wondering, he had no idea in mind what made his foster Dad angry. Lyric just shook his head in disbelief while looking at Narco who fell into a state of obliviousness. 'He's dumb as fuck.' Lyric utters in his mind then came next to Narco who was leaning aga
DIRTY DESIRES THE CAKE
"We've done everything according to your command," Narco said with a smile as Vladimir raised an eyebrow. A deafening silence reigned as the cold course of wind passes between them. They are inside the office. Vladimir cast a skeptical look on the young man. It seems that Narco knows something about Mort's weapon under his possession right now. Even before he had asked, his instinct told him Narco cannot be easily fooled. If the young man does know something about the weapon, that only means one thing, Vladimir will have a hard time asking him and getting a straight answer. The same goes for Lyric. 'Damn it!' Vladimir loudly curses in his mind."Sit down first." He commanded, Lyric and Narco quickly seated. Vladimir, on the other hand, sat on the swivel chair near the humungous open glass wall of the building where the cold air came in, gently blowing his hair."If I push you off there, everything will be over." Wearing a rigid face, Narco suddenly utter out loud what was supposed t
DIRTY DESIRES PACKAGE
The sun is slowly sinking at the heart to the horizon and the cloak of darkness started to cover the Brethren City along with the sparkling constellations emerging in the night sky. The chefs, maidservants, and butlers are busy preparing the family's dinner. Inside the dining hall of Aslanovs' manor decorated with an exquisite golden chandelier, a sumptuous feast was served on the large long table. All the servants were wearing the same color, black suits. The master chefs, butlers, and maids were dressed in black uniforms as if they were lamenting over someone's funeral. The ambiance reigning the place was gloomy and cheerless.In the middle of the table, a big empty red plate was placed which catches everyone's attention. And that's what everyone fears when they know what that means."How did they get Mischa?" Lady Katyusha, Mort's mother asked in a cold but calm tone. They were all sitting at the dining table. On the left side was Don Demetrius Aliev seated next to his wife, Lady
DIRTY DESIRES UNNAMED WEAPON
A magnificent, tallest tower situated in the heart of Brethren city, the silence at the bottom of the tower was deafening when they reached the MDA tower. Strangely, the buildings around were flooded in darkness and only the light from the voluminous moon illuminate the place. No person or cars can be seen passing by even on the public highway.Laurel and Mort exchanged glances and then nodded to each other. Together, they got out of the car. An eerie breeze gently blows his black cloak and made a sexy mess in his hair. Between his tall, statuesque frame, Mort appears aloof and foreboding. They looked up at the MDA tower. Unexpectedly, only one source of light was on in the whole building. A vein of light threaded through the darkness that lit the rooftop of the tower."We can simply tell them that son of a bitch committed suicide at the top of the tower," Laurel suggested in a serious tone, referring to Vladimir as she slowly lowered her gaze from the top down to the bottom of the bu
DIRTY DESIRES FREED
The loud silence reigns in the corner of the place. Surrounded by the Puppeteer's men, Mort was writing the formula on paper. A broad grin plastered on Narco's face. That smirk of his brought out a sense of mischief and eyes gleamed in excitement waiting for Vladimir's next action. Hands bind with a chains, Klauss just frowned, staring at Mort's hand wrote something on the paper. 'Is he really willing to give the formula just for that witch?' Klauss asked in his mind while eyes squinted as he played in his imagination the scene where Sumire's head was in the cockroach's body, screaming to be spared while he sprayed it with a cockroach killer. Klauss grinned like a psycho at the thought. Mischa and Leroy are nervously looking at Mort. Lyric, on the other hand, was waiting for what Narco would do as he looked back and forth between Mort and Narco. He elbowed Narco but was stopped when a deadly look of the Puppeteer's men around locked on them.Everyone is alert and cautious, watching e
DIRTY DESIRES DREYGUR
Boarded inside the phantom cars, they all returned to the Aslanovs' manor in silence, famished and covered with blood. Lady Katyusha and Don Demetrius Aliev were still waiting in the dining hall along with Lucian, Yakov, and Don Zagreus. The family welcomes them with cold looks.Laurel, Lyric, Leroy, Mischa, Klauss, and the family's Butler on the door were bath in blood except for Mort and Narco with Vladimir's head. Narco stride forward and placed the decapitated on the empty plate in the middle of the dining table."Congratulations." Don Zagreus said by raising a wine glass for a toast. Lucian and the others who had just arrived at the dinner quickly took the glass on the table and raised their cups."For the small cake." Don Zagreus added with a smirk. The chairman lead them and drink the wine in one gulp and everyone followed him."Is it really necessary to put his head in the middle? Damn it, I'm losing my appetite." Laurel complained. Her face slightly twitched sourly as she loo
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DIRTY DESIRES EPILOGUE
FIVE BEAUTIFUL YEARS LATER...10 pm. The sound of flesh slapping, grunts, and moans echoing the corners of the dark master bedroom with only small light from the lampshade lit the place. Raw naked above the king-size bed and under the thick blanket, Mort was enjoying his wife's body."Mmmm... yeaahhh aahh..." Sumire moaned. Toes curled and legs quivered from the delicious release as Mort captured her lips and milked her. Her husband had brought her to seventh heaven.Bodies connected, Mort was on top of her, dominating her. He moved again after cumming so much inside her. He pleasure Sumire with his delicious strokes, pounding her in a steady rhythm. He kissed her impatiently and infinitely. It's been eight months since he had not touched his wife after she gave birth to their second baby. Their princess. "You're tight and feel so good, wife. So damn good." Mort huskily said, growling feral as his eyes inflamed with lust and desire.Sumire bit her lower lip and dug her nails into his
DIRTY DESIRES MR. AND MRS. ASLANOV
In a cozy room lying on the Queen-side bed, Sumire was in a strange dream. A man at the Shrine of Death appeared in her sweet slumber and they shared a kiss again. Only this time, the stranger was awake with his face still blurry in her vision. The man kisses her with a gentle rhythm and went intensely deeper. She kissed him back with the same intensity. She is no longer that 13 years old and the stranger man she kissed now was grown older than his age. In just a second, Sumire was surprised when she found themselves already on the bed in the massive master bedroom. She tried to see the man's visage but failed because of the blinding light around him. "Who are you?" Sumire asked when the man spared her lips. The stranger did not answer her question.Shivering, her hair stood on end when she reach and touched the man's face. It was hairy. Sumire withdraw her hands and slowly, the blinding light on the man's face faded and revealed the head of the hungry shark with its saliva dripping
DIRTY DESIRES SURPRISE
The night sky was aglow with the bright pale crescent moon rising from the east shone like a silvery claw in the dark. The maiden looked up at the blanket of stars that stretched to infinity and the sound of crickets hums in the air. Sitting on the balcony of her room under the ablazing stars, embedded in the serene night sky, Sumire sat on the rocking chair. The maiden seems lost into the infiniteness of the black beauty, gazing at the constellation of Orion and scorpion painting the serene night. The gentle touch of the breeze kisses her rosy cheek and skin. She imagined herself as the moon and the twinkling stars were her and Mort's babies."The moon sure looks beautiful tonight," Sumire said with a smile. A cold wind blows past her. It whips out all her anxiety and stress. Instinctively, she closed her eyes. The night deepened and the maiden is unbothered by getting cold. This is the most soothing feeling ever!The night zephyr wind gently stirred her long hair and it soothes her
DIRTY DESIRES SHOPPING
Morning came, the sun rose bright and fair. In the sunshine the air was warm, and that warmth was particularly pleasant with the invigorating freshness of the morning. Mort returns home to the Brethren city and headed straight into the Aslanovs' manor after he talks to Sumire's family. Emerge from his phantom car, Mort felt a surge of happiness in his veins. The news elevated his mood. He couldn’t think of a time he’d ever been happier. The hunk never imagined himself in these situations but this is him now, he felt like an ordinary person.Mort unconsciously hums as he strode toward the manor. With a calm and cool demeanor, a charming smile curved on his lips. All he knows he is deeply delighted. "Is that really our Master?""I have never seen Master like this...""I think Master was just reborn from being a demon."Mouth left hanging open, the maidservants stare at him completely awestruck as he passed by. They all lined up and held their gaze, struck by the light aura around him.
DIRTY DESIRES GONE TOO FAR
12:30. The blazing midday sun shone relentlessly and the sunlit skyscrapers pierced the hot, blue sky. The peaceful summertime was filled with the small wind and the buzzing sounds of cicadas echoing around. It's been two days since Lyric and Leroy arrived at Francois. The temperature was scorching and the intense heat was burning their skin. The twins were outdoors working under the burning sun and the third day of their torment."I didn't sign up for this," Leroy complained as he pulled a bunch of weeds from Chadwick's garden. Lyric, on the other hand, trimmed the bermuda grass with hair clippers. It would have been easy for them if Sumire had just let them use the gardener's tools at Chadwick's manor but the maiden wants to torture them. The two of them had thought that they would just watch over her, accompany and guard her wherever she roams and, as Narco said, cook her favorite cuisine. The twins ask Mort to teach them how to cook but they couldn't use what they learn when they
DIRTY DESIRES DOUBLE TROUBLE
The sun peeked at the East horizon, with warm beams piercing through the fluffy rosy clouds. The birds keep chirping, and the breeze is cool. The first rays of dawn seeped into her room with their golden magic, spreading various hues of silver and gold. The morning was exceedingly beautiful!Long and dark wavy eyelashes slowly flutter, Sumire wakes up with a beaming smile and felt light within. She feels a sudden feeling of serenity flowing through her veins. All the negative vibes and emotions vanished in just one night. It's like she just got cleanse or whatever.Her morning is now invigorating that even if she sees the person she loathes, her day won't be ruined. Sumire's smile widened when she remembered how wonderful her dream was last night. She felt like it was real!The maiden yawned and rose from the white sheet, stretching her body from side to side before getting out of her bed. Sumire sauntered to the window and opened it. The beautiful garden below the room greeted her. Ho
DIRTY DESIRES EMPTY SHELL
It's been days since Blanche was worried sick about her cousin. It is unusual for Sumire to skip breakfast and became silent. She doesn't even eat the hidden snacks in the big fridge inside her room. She no longer touches her favorite unnamed dessert, like her cravings for fruit and ice cream, marshmallows, and milkshakes she dearly loves. It's also rare to see the maiden never fights Narco when she is the one who consumed her own food. Though Sumire was no longer crying than the last time, she can be seen hugging the hotdog pillow while staring into the nothingness. She doesn't utter even a single word and just stays in the same position. Blanche sighed heavily as if Sumire was like a broken living doll now. Her eyes freeze. She doesn't bother to blink. Those orbs seem like a hole of dark abyss; dull and dead. No sign of emotions cruising in her beautiful pair of midnight orbs. She no longer cares to fix her messy hair. Sumire used to put on light makeup to make her babies look han
DIRTY DESIRES MISSING HIM
Wearing his famous stoic face, Mort was facing the screen of his computer while hands were busy fiddling on the keyboard, Leroy and Lyric were restless in their seats. Narco sent them a message with random letters and numbers and they couldn't decipher it properly. What he sent to them made no sense. The twins think that maybe it was just a prank by Narco. But his message hasn't gone off their minds. Sitting on the sofa, Leroy and Lyric tried to call Narco but the phone seemed to be turned off. They failed to reach him. Sighing heavily, they wish to know Narco's exact location. The twins hope they could leave the place and would look for Narco. Leroy and Lyric instinctively turn their gaze on someone in the room. Klauss, who had been looking at his phone, added to their worries. Even their Boss's secretary was busy, every now and then he glances at the phone as if waiting for a call or message from someone. Although they have a hunch he is waiting for Laurel, they are still unsure ab
DIRTY DESIRES CRAVE
Eyes lazily open, Narco got up after a series of knocks on his bedroom door. Those thuds from the door were too loud as if there was a killer inside the house. His pair of golden orbs looked at the glow-in-the-dark wall clock on the ceiling and it was two in the morning. He was about to go back to bed when someone outside his door screamed."Narcoooo!" Sumire shouted loudly like a landowner as if the young man owed her a debt. Fury made her feet strike the ground in heavy clomps. With messy bed hair, Narco stood up in his boxers not bothering to cover himself with a towel or sheets. He then proceeds and opened the door to see the maiden blushed with anger. Cheeks grow scarlet and swollen from shouting. Her scorching death glare was directed at him and both hands were on her waist."I want to eat." Sumire greeted him with a scowl as if Narco had the pot of food with him. The young man raised his eyebrows. Stand taller than her, Narco's eyes went blank and hovered over her. He didn't
