The doorbell rang and Mr. Wood looked at Mrs. Wood. He nodded his head to her. Mrs. Wood went to the door and opened it. To their surprise it was a tall and built man with dark shades on at night. He was nowhere near the appearances he was rumored to be. “Um… Mr. Whitmore?” asked Eliza.“No. I’m his bodyguard,” answered the man.“Oh, well, um what can I do for you?” she asked.“Mr. Whitmore is asking that you find him a private room where he will be setting his meeting with Miss Wood,” said the bodyguard.“It’s already done,” said Adrian.The bodyguard chuckled. “Mr. Whitmore is saying that he wants to be alone in the room while he chat with your daughter.”“Alone?” frowned Adrian.Amy backed away from the living room.Adrian looked at Amy with a stern look.Amy shook her head in refusal.The bodyguard continue to say, “Mr. Whitmore is going to do the live chat while you guys are here in the living room.”“That’s fine, I can do that,” said Adrian.“Very well.”Amy sighs in relief.A
Eliza looked at her daughter and became speechless. The plan didn’t work. She looked nervously at her daughter.Amy pulled her mother’s dress and shook her head.Adrian, noticing their desperate look, pulled Eliza by the hand. “Let it go, he doesn’t want the drink.”“Wait,” plead Amy.“What is it?” asked Sebastian.“It’s just that I’m nervous that’s all sir.”“Nervous?”“Yes.” Amy thought to herself, “I got to find an excuse to have him take the drink or I’m screw tonight. Shit, but how?”“Sir,” said Eliza.Adrian tugged on his wife’s shirt, “If I may Mr. Whitmore, if you allow this drink-”“No,” said Sebastian cutting in on them.Everyone froze from the coldness of his voice.Amy began to panic. She was breathing fast as she was really going to be stuck with the old man.“That’s right. The more you fight the more it will be fun to subdue you. I want you to that that desperation look. I want you to be at dead end’s road,” thought Joshua.Adrian whispered to his wife, “Let’s go. There’
The doorknob to the door started to twist and turned. She could hear the keys jiggle around outside. Stella was going to accept her destiny that had befallen on her set by her evil stepmother and wicked stepsister. She wiped her tears for the last time as she embraced her cruel fate. When the door popped opened she saw two of the male servants. The room was poorly lit so she couldn’t see their faces clearly. She couldn’t see clearly, but she did see at behind them were some ropes behind them. They were walking into the room with a chuckles and laughter. "What?" said Stella, all startled. She rubbed her eyes to see what they were doing. Due to the coloring of the room everything was dark, and nothing was visible. She could only guess what they were going to do. And by the sound they were making it wasn't good. She was going to have to make a run for it. Just then she heard her step sister's voice. “Bind her!” said Amy.“What!” gasped Stella.The servants grabbed her arms and pinned
Stella panted as she lay there in the quiet room. She thought, “I must fight. I must escape. I must find a way out. I can’t give up.”Stella looked at the man at her side and saw that his eyes was closed. She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell by his steady breath that he was asleep. It seems he was knocked out. It was probably the drug. But it probably wasn’t going to last either. This is her small window of opportunity. It’s now or never.She looked down at her legs were tied but it wasn’t fully knotted. She could still wiggle free. Her long and slender legs could reach the pillow and use her toes to reach for the broken mirror. She could move it up to where she got it into her mouth. She’s flexible enough. Once she gets it in her hands, she can slice herself free.“Yes, I could do that,” she thought.After about ten minutes of wiggling around she finally loosened her legs free.Stella edged her feet lower to reach the pillow. She finally got the broken mirror in between her
Sebastian’s hands flipped on the light next to the door and saw the woman standing in front of him. He inhaled the beauty standing in front of him.Stella tilted her head slightly noticing that the man standing in front of him was a handsome, young, man, completely opposite of what the rumors were. He was tall, dark, and fine looking. He was ripping with muscles. He was bulky to where he would be able to keep his woman warm all night.Sebastian edged closer to her and like a skilled ninja took the broken mirror out of her hands. He was swift enough that it didn’t slice her hands. He chuckled at the piece of glass that cut him. He flipped the mirror to where both their reflection was on it. He then gazed at her with a quick glance.“You’re not Amy,” said Sebastian, crossly.“Of course not,” answered Stella.“Then who are you?”“Stella.”“Stella?” asked Sebastian, folding his arms, carefully looking at her.“Yes. Stella Wood.”“Oh, a sister or relative of Amy?”“Stepsister. And who are
“Oh, no, I’m doing it. My bloodline is kicking in. I’m letting my beauty and body seduce him. And I am not even intentionally doing it," thought Stella.“Imagine if you really were, how this man would die in our arms tonight,” said her conscious.“Shut up. Shut up- My body- My body is getting hot. But why?” Stella looked at him and saw his fingers stroking her neck. She didn't flinch away as she liked what he was doing. She found his touch, cool and electrifying. Making her skin perked for more.“Something is wrong,” thought Stella. Her mind being blurred for a moment. “My body is acting up. It’s like I want to be touched. Aching for more. Ohhhh, how I soooo want this man.”Stella was clenching her fist tightly at trying to not make a sound to his gentle stroke."Oh but let him," said her conscious.Sebastian's hands was moving to her bra and he was swaying his fingertips at her big bosoms. "How white she is. I wonder if she would look like this all the way around," he thought.“Damn
“YES! You can choose to do whatever you want with your magic.” “Oh, I can use the magic to make myself a better person. I can learn how to read and write. I can learn to cook and clean. I can learn to educate myself and one day be able to support myself and not have to rely on this shitty family anymore. I can one day have my own money. Have my own place. Have a home to go to.” “A waste of magic and power I say.” “But you don’t understand in this world and in today’s generation, I cannot use any magic or power. If I do, I will be weeded out by the government and I will end up being study on. Even be experimented on. I’m sure that’s not the path you and I both want to go on about.” “Hmm. Very well. I would advise you to choose something that would make lots and lots of money. A talent that can make you earn more than just freedom. Unimaginable wealth.” “Yes. I know that. Money in today’s world is the only way I can gain freedom. Once I do, I can live a carefree life. I don’t have t
Dear Readers, this novel is in the modern era, with fantasy mix, dark, and twisted romance. There is physical and verbal abuse, sexual harassment, betrayal, cheating/infidelity, tortures, BDSM, sex (lots of explicit scenes).Stella was pushed into a red and dark room. The room was decorated with a sex scene theme. There were ropes, straps, and chains on the bed. She frowned as she knew exactly what type of scenario, she was in. She was in a pleasure room. A room where the man will come and seek pleasure from a woman for one night. Doing whatever they wanted to do. From BDSM to hardcore sex all night long. She was going to be used as a sex toy for the rich men of her father’s company.Stella turned around to look at her stepmother and father.“You will be replacing your sister. So, you better do your job well,” said Stella’s stepmother, Eliza Wood. She was a woman in her mid-forties. She had medium size length hair and brown eyes.Stella glared at his stepmother.“Make sure you pleasur
“YES! You can choose to do whatever you want with your magic.” “Oh, I can use the magic to make myself a better person. I can learn how to read and write. I can learn to cook and clean. I can learn to educate myself and one day be able to support myself and not have to rely on this shitty family anymore. I can one day have my own money. Have my own place. Have a home to go to.” “A waste of magic and power I say.” “But you don’t understand in this world and in today’s generation, I cannot use any magic or power. If I do, I will be weeded out by the government and I will end up being study on. Even be experimented on. I’m sure that’s not the path you and I both want to go on about.” “Hmm. Very well. I would advise you to choose something that would make lots and lots of money. A talent that can make you earn more than just freedom. Unimaginable wealth.” “Yes. I know that. Money in today’s world is the only way I can gain freedom. Once I do, I can live a carefree life. I don’t have t
“Oh, no, I’m doing it. My bloodline is kicking in. I’m letting my beauty and body seduce him. And I am not even intentionally doing it," thought Stella.“Imagine if you really were, how this man would die in our arms tonight,” said her conscious.“Shut up. Shut up- My body- My body is getting hot. But why?” Stella looked at him and saw his fingers stroking her neck. She didn't flinch away as she liked what he was doing. She found his touch, cool and electrifying. Making her skin perked for more.“Something is wrong,” thought Stella. Her mind being blurred for a moment. “My body is acting up. It’s like I want to be touched. Aching for more. Ohhhh, how I soooo want this man.”Stella was clenching her fist tightly at trying to not make a sound to his gentle stroke."Oh but let him," said her conscious.Sebastian's hands was moving to her bra and he was swaying his fingertips at her big bosoms. "How white she is. I wonder if she would look like this all the way around," he thought.“Damn
Sebastian’s hands flipped on the light next to the door and saw the woman standing in front of him. He inhaled the beauty standing in front of him.Stella tilted her head slightly noticing that the man standing in front of him was a handsome, young, man, completely opposite of what the rumors were. He was tall, dark, and fine looking. He was ripping with muscles. He was bulky to where he would be able to keep his woman warm all night.Sebastian edged closer to her and like a skilled ninja took the broken mirror out of her hands. He was swift enough that it didn’t slice her hands. He chuckled at the piece of glass that cut him. He flipped the mirror to where both their reflection was on it. He then gazed at her with a quick glance.“You’re not Amy,” said Sebastian, crossly.“Of course not,” answered Stella.“Then who are you?”“Stella.”“Stella?” asked Sebastian, folding his arms, carefully looking at her.“Yes. Stella Wood.”“Oh, a sister or relative of Amy?”“Stepsister. And who are
Stella panted as she lay there in the quiet room. She thought, “I must fight. I must escape. I must find a way out. I can’t give up.”Stella looked at the man at her side and saw that his eyes was closed. She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell by his steady breath that he was asleep. It seems he was knocked out. It was probably the drug. But it probably wasn’t going to last either. This is her small window of opportunity. It’s now or never.She looked down at her legs were tied but it wasn’t fully knotted. She could still wiggle free. Her long and slender legs could reach the pillow and use her toes to reach for the broken mirror. She could move it up to where she got it into her mouth. She’s flexible enough. Once she gets it in her hands, she can slice herself free.“Yes, I could do that,” she thought.After about ten minutes of wiggling around she finally loosened her legs free.Stella edged her feet lower to reach the pillow. She finally got the broken mirror in between her
The doorknob to the door started to twist and turned. She could hear the keys jiggle around outside. Stella was going to accept her destiny that had befallen on her set by her evil stepmother and wicked stepsister. She wiped her tears for the last time as she embraced her cruel fate. When the door popped opened she saw two of the male servants. The room was poorly lit so she couldn’t see their faces clearly. She couldn’t see clearly, but she did see at behind them were some ropes behind them. They were walking into the room with a chuckles and laughter. "What?" said Stella, all startled. She rubbed her eyes to see what they were doing. Due to the coloring of the room everything was dark, and nothing was visible. She could only guess what they were going to do. And by the sound they were making it wasn't good. She was going to have to make a run for it. Just then she heard her step sister's voice. “Bind her!” said Amy.“What!” gasped Stella.The servants grabbed her arms and pinned
Eliza looked at her daughter and became speechless. The plan didn’t work. She looked nervously at her daughter.Amy pulled her mother’s dress and shook her head.Adrian, noticing their desperate look, pulled Eliza by the hand. “Let it go, he doesn’t want the drink.”“Wait,” plead Amy.“What is it?” asked Sebastian.“It’s just that I’m nervous that’s all sir.”“Nervous?”“Yes.” Amy thought to herself, “I got to find an excuse to have him take the drink or I’m screw tonight. Shit, but how?”“Sir,” said Eliza.Adrian tugged on his wife’s shirt, “If I may Mr. Whitmore, if you allow this drink-”“No,” said Sebastian cutting in on them.Everyone froze from the coldness of his voice.Amy began to panic. She was breathing fast as she was really going to be stuck with the old man.“That’s right. The more you fight the more it will be fun to subdue you. I want you to that that desperation look. I want you to be at dead end’s road,” thought Joshua.Adrian whispered to his wife, “Let’s go. There’
The doorbell rang and Mr. Wood looked at Mrs. Wood. He nodded his head to her. Mrs. Wood went to the door and opened it. To their surprise it was a tall and built man with dark shades on at night. He was nowhere near the appearances he was rumored to be. “Um… Mr. Whitmore?” asked Eliza.“No. I’m his bodyguard,” answered the man.“Oh, well, um what can I do for you?” she asked.“Mr. Whitmore is asking that you find him a private room where he will be setting his meeting with Miss Wood,” said the bodyguard.“It’s already done,” said Adrian.The bodyguard chuckled. “Mr. Whitmore is saying that he wants to be alone in the room while he chat with your daughter.”“Alone?” frowned Adrian.Amy backed away from the living room.Adrian looked at Amy with a stern look.Amy shook her head in refusal.The bodyguard continue to say, “Mr. Whitmore is going to do the live chat while you guys are here in the living room.”“That’s fine, I can do that,” said Adrian.“Very well.”Amy sighs in relief.A
“Before we head out to the Wood’s family, we got an event to attend to first,” said Steve.“What is it?” asked Sebastian. He was annoyed that his evening was being ruined.“It’s a party right next door to the Wood’s actually.”“Oh, you mean the Brackston’s event.”“Yes.”“Well, that is important indeed.” Sebastian turned his head over to look at Steve. “Why didn’t you tell me?”“I thought you knew.”Sebastian scoffed. “I forgot.”“Wow, you are forgetting such an important engagement over that woman, you must have fallen head over heels for her.”“Get over yourself.”Steve chuckled.“It’s about four o’clock we should have enough time until it’s time for the meeting with the Woods.”“Yes, sir.”“Come on, let’s go.”They soon arrived at party.“Go on in,” said Sebastian, waving Steve away.“Like always?” asked Steve, pointing at his watch.Sebastian nodded. “Yes. I will be on the computer chatting with you guys online.”Steve chuckled and said, “You really are acting too mysterious and s
“Mr. Whitmore,” said his assistant, Steve Logan. “Yes?” asked Mr. Whitmore, hiding in the shadow behind his desk. “Do you think that there is any way that man will cheat you?” “Who?” “You know the men you wired the money to a few days ago.” “Oh. You mean Mr. Wood?” “Yes.” “Why?” asked Mr. Whitmore, turning his chair around to look at Steve. His face was still hidden in the dark. “I don’t know sir. It’s just that- I have this uneasy feeling.” Mr. Whitmore laughed. “You worry too much Steve.” “Sorry sir. One could never be too cautious now adays.” “Of course.” Mr. Whitmore rolled his pen around on his desk. “Sorry for my meddling. It’s just that I wanted to make sure that it wasn’t a faulty transaction. That’s all.” “No problem. You’re just doing your job.” “Yes. Of course.” “Hmm, that Mr. Wood is known for shady business now that you say that.” “Yes, that’s why I mentioned it.” “He’s known to cheat and steal from others.” “Yes, he is a cunning man.” “But you got to