<<She Belongs To Me, She Just Doesn't Know It Yet>> “Just let me go. I promise I won’t tell... I... I won’t say a word.” “Shhhh.” He whispered, placing his hand on my mouth, hard enough to stop me from talking, soft enough to not hurt. God, no, I don’t want this, I don’t want any of it. “Spread your legs, Kitten.” His voice was rough I didn’t. I just kept sobbing, my tears touching the injury he carved on my chest made it hurt more. “Pl... please...” came out as a mumble instead of actual words. “Now.” He sounded like he was starting to get pissed off. *** Moving into college was supposed to be a new start for me, but with a masked stalker on my trail, surviving is near impossible, I don't belong to him, but he thinks otherwise and he wouldn't mind breaking every will power I have until I accept it. Trigger warning from author: This book is dark, if unapologetic villains in books bother you then this book is not for you.
View MoreCHAPTER 43 ELSA“You’re going to assault me again?” I raised a brow, staring at him. “What are you? A horny freak?”He twisted his head to the side. “Try going without sex for more than half of your life and jerking off to the pictures and videos of the red-haired girl you’ve been stalking for years bathing.”I swallowed the invisible lump that appeared in my throat. “News flash, I didn’t ask you to do that; you would have easily gotten with anyone you wanted to fuck with a face like yours.”His brows quirked up in surprise. “Careful, Kitten. I might think you find me attractive.” He walked up to me slowly. I was supposed to go back; I am to go back, but for some fucked-up reason, I don’t.I looked over his face before looking at his eyes again. “In your dreams.” It was a lie; I knew it. Gianna had been right all along; he was smoking hot. I knew he was since the first time I saw him, but when I’m being chased or assaulted by him, it’s really hard to see.𝐚𝐭 𝐥
CHAPTER 42 ELSAHe pulled into a mansion, an extremely big one; it was hidden deep in the woods, like he respected his privacy and wanted no one here.I couldn't help but admire it. It had beautiful flowers all over—white, red, black. I was angry at him for killing Rose’s brother, but it was Kian we were talking about.I made a mental note never to tell Gianna about it; she’d find it ‘cute.’ Just like she read my thoughts, I heard a ping on my phone—her message popped up.>Like they’d help, I rolled my eyes before texting her back that I was fine. Kian didn't say a word since he dropped the bomb about wanting my heart, whatever that meant.I had asked countless times why I was here, but he never responded. I gave up. Besides, if he wanted me dead, he would have done that days ago.“You do know I am a college student, and I still have classes that would determine my successful graduation, right?”“Mhhh,” he mumbled, pu
CHAPTER 41 ELSA“Is there a problem here?” Gianna asked, looking at Lucas in a suspicious way. I unclenched my fists and repositioned myself; Lucas had a subtle smile on his cheek before taking my hand up and shoving the flower in it.“I’ll see you again, El.” He smiled, and the amount of cringe I felt was unimaginable. He walked away, leaving Gianna and me.I closed the door and took in a deep breath; Gianna still had the confused look on her face.“What happened, what did he say?” Worry was all over her face.“Nothing important, just…” my eyes went to the camera; there was no way Kian would hack into this one too. They were the best security company in Washington. But I still wasn’t taking any chances. “Just to apologize for cheating.”“Ohhh… I see.” She sounded doubtful but she didn’t push it; Lucas was threatening me with our sex video, a video that had the ability to ruin my life. F.A. seeing that video will ruin every chance I have with them.Another knock on t
ELSAI had freshened up, and honestly, I felt much better. Basically, I had cut off ties with my family. I doubted they’d keep paying my bills, my school fees, to be precise. I had to go back to drawing, and I had to get the deal with F.A. comics. If I do, I’ll never need them again.I walked into the room, a towel tied to my hair and another on my body. I almost jumped out of my skin on seeing Kian; he was sitting casually on a chair at the far end of the room, his focus on his phone. His eyes came up to my face slowly, like he was taking his time observing every inch of my body.“Stop looking at me like that.” I shrugged, clutching the towel that was wrapped on my body tighter.He crooked a brow, twisting his head a bit to the side, “Like what?” His eyes went back to my chest before they met my eyes.“Like I’m dinner.”“Mhhh” he mumbled “Maybe I’m hungry.”I glared at him before turning over to face the vanity. “I need to change, and I want privacy, and why is there o
KIANShe didn’t say any other word; she sat still, looking outside the window. I had texted an agent I had in Ohio to fix one of my apartments for us tonight. I increased the speed of the car, turned off the air conditioner, and clicked on a button; the top of the car opened. She turned to me with confusion in her eyes.I took down the glass of the car, letting the cool night air in. “Enjoy the ride.” My legs went to the accelerator again, going far over the speed limit. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes before bringing out a cotton pad from her bag. She brought out a spray of something I had no idea what the content was, probably ladies' stuff. I got a glimpse of the name; if Elsa uses it, I need to know it. Sensibio H2O Micellar Water, got it. She dappled it on a white cotton pad before smoothing it on her face softly. The makeup she had done began to come off. I knew she wasn’t comfortable in it; it wasn’t her style. It was her mom’s.After a few draping and cle
🥀 STALKING HER🥀🎀(Genre: An extremely Dark stalker college romance)🎀Written by Doll✍️ 🥀CHAPTER 38 🥀 ELSAHe beeped a car, and the door came up on its own. He still held my arm. I didn’t try to complain or remove his hand. I took in a deep breath as he led me into the passenger’s seat and walked over to the driver’s seat.He turned on the ignition of the car before the car doors that were up began closing. I wasn’t a fan of cars, so I had no idea what name it was called, but I knew damn well it wasn’t your regular car.“Thank you, Kian,” I held onto the picture in my hand. “For showing up and for standing up for me.” Every bad thing Kian did wasn’t forgotten, but tonight, it felt like they didn’t hurt as much. Like tonight, he made up for it.“Mhh,” he mumbled, focusing on the road like he knew every nook and cranny of it.I didn’t know how to feel about him cutting ties with my family for me. They were my only source of income, but I didn’t feel bad
ELSAMy hand kept quivering. I’ve never been in the spotlight before, not at our family dinner. I’ve always been the person who is judged and would dare not talk back, but tonight was different. My mother was the speechless one, and it felt like tonight was all about me.Kian let go of my hand, and a rush of fresh air hit my palms, bringing me back to reality.“Elsa, would you like to tell me about this deal you got with the comic company?” Mother turned to me, smoothing her dress. I gulped and nodded. This was the first time my mother paid attention to me. She had never asked anything like that before; she just didn’t care enough to ask.“Yes, Mom.” I forced a smile, and my eyes met Kian’s. He had a smile I interpreted as ‘you’ve got this, and even if you don’t, I’m here for you.’“They are the biggest comic company worldwide. I contacted them years ago but just got feedback last week.”She looked genuinely surprised. “Did they hire you?”I shook my head negatively. “Not
(Unconditionally) ELSA“Elsa, you didn’t tell me you brought someone over.” My mother stood up from her seat hurriedly and rushed towards us, happiness in her voice. My father was like a puppet, her puppet; he barely spoke or did anything, just watched the scene unfold. I had taken the flower Kian brought.“I..” I was speechless as I looked between Kian and my Mother. I felt strong hands on my waist, making me shiver. Memories of other things those hands had done filled me up, but I pushed it back down.“I told her it was a surprise, but I’m here now, and that’s what matters.”“I agree.” Mom smiled again, pulling the chair for Kian and returning to her seat. Kian took me slowly to the table and brought the chair out for me. He waited to make sure I was comfortably seated before taking his seat.“Hey man.” My older brother Calvin waved at him before going back to his phone. My dad was typing furiously on his phone.“Darling, does anything seem to be the problem?” Mom fr
ELSA“Flight 907 has reached its location; all passengers are expected to evacuate the aircraft immediately,” the speakers of the plane said repeatedly. People lined up to get off the plane, mostly tourists. Gianna wasn’t a fan of my family, so we agreed she was going to stay home alone. I didn’t blame her; my mother wasn’t exactly fond of her either.I was back home, the place that I hated and loved in equal measures. Tourists were everywhere and had already started taking pictures and smiling happily.The video call on my phone was back to life, Gianna was doing her edges in the mirror. It was evening, but she said she had a date with a hot man she found.“Are you sure you’d be fine with your family?” She had put in new braids, but according to her and African traditions, it had to be down before she’d pack it, or it’d wrinkle because it’s still new and fragile.I nodded to her earlier question, grabbing my small bag tightly. “They don’t bite… not literally, anyways.”“I’
Chapter 1My nightmareELSA“If fictional men were real, do you think they’d fuck like gods?” Gianna’s voice filled the car. I had to look at the driver as my cheeks turned red, he must think we are whores now. “Maybe their dicks would go into our clits so deep that we’d see the shape on our lower belly.”“Gianna!” I nudged her shoulder, and she scowled at me.“What? I just want to know.”“You need to stop fantasizing about fictional men, Gia. They’re not even real, and if they were, you certainly in hell wouldn’t want one like the types you read about in your life.”“You need to stop breathing air; I mean, it’s not even real, and we’d die anyway. Yours can just be some years earlier, I’ll join you when I’m old.”“You’re sick.” I rolled my eyes at her and stared out the window of the moving vehicle, the houses, and trees I knew I would miss when I left for college. I didn't exactly feel sad about moving out to college the next week, but this was the town I had spent all my high school
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