"Say another word and I'll bite your tongue off, you'll lose it." He replied in a daring tone and my sense told me that he wasn't playing this time around. I would rather endure the pain than to make sure that I lost any part of my body. "I would prefer I die... Ah!" I screamed when his fangs sank into my neck drawing blood like it was a fountain gushing out. I was stupefied but my hands couldn't move anymore. My name is being called out in rooms I’ve not walked into..prestige echoing through. I knew how solid this thought was on me and how badly I wanted it to be my reality. It did. I found the bone of my bones but blood sure runs freely over here. Blood runs in the human system but with Lucian you can taste it a little tongue to lip tease. A charming billionaire with an aura,an opposite world and the face of a God. Oh stop! You would have fallen and flipped if you were in my position as his heiress. This is our story is it all love? Is this really how loving a masculine man feels? Take a guess! Naomi: a human girl who had been a slave for many years of her life, and now had zero hope of escaping it after being trafficked. Lucian: the vampire lord and leader of the Pure Bloods, and a very successful business man who is a Billionaire. What happens when both of their worlds collide, after Lucian agrees to work with the government of the country to unveil the underworld? This is a story of love, crime, and of course blood.
View MoreNaomi's PovMy eyes stared at the man who bought me. Ten million dollars was a whole lot of money. My goodness! What was he thinking?"You can go over and meet your buyer." Alex announced and I sighed. What a way to remind myself that I was nothing but an object of sexual gratification.He didn't rise like I expected him to do when I approached and I stilled when he didn't move a muscle. Who was this man who was acting like a statue?"Let's go." He said when I neared him. It was so low but I heard the unmistakable command in it and I was a bit worried.He didn't seem like a friendly man. There was a way he carried himself or better put, there was an air of confidence around him, he oozed danger and warmth.Okay, Naomi, you're beginning to be distracted. I noticed a man walking close to him giving me the stink eye and I wondered what must have caused this."I'll send it to your account. Forward the details to me later." He said and the man noddedWe walked out of the hall together in m
Naomi's PovMy legs froze for a minute as I tried to fathom what was happening. Why was I the first person called? Alex would never allow me to be sold or would he? A hand hit the door and I jumped out of my thoughts. "I'm sure that you're not deaf are you?" As if free from bounds, my legs finally moved. The girl I hugged earlier stared at me with pity and fear in her eyes. I was going to be sold. I was leaving this place that I had become very familiar with and it was really baffling. "I'm sorry about that.""Now, go to that room. Marcella would prepare you. We can't have you looking shabby. Your buyer is not a pauper." The man sneered at me. Well, these men were horrible people and they would do whatever they liked just to feel good and most importantly make money. I had gone past the point of caring if they had a conscience. It must have been seared a long time ago and I didn't have time to worry about them one bit. Marcella turned to inspect me from head to toe and she clicke
Naomi's P. O. VI stood there confused and shocked about the flood of girls that suddenly rushed into the showers, not able to reason what was going on. There were like a hundred girls of all ages in here, if not more, and all naked. I just stood there, unable to move due to fear that I would perhaps hit someone or something. I knew that I had to ask someone, or else I wouldn't know how to move, or what to do next. Nothing made any sense, and it wasn't an all that wonderful feeling to be caught unaware by your surroundings. "Hey, please excuse me..." I asked, trying to call the attention of a girl with long dark brown locks and beautiful large green eyes. She had to be a few years younger than me, perhaps seventeen or so. She had scars on her back and arms, most of them terribly fresh, the rest slightly starting to fade away. Looking at her carefully, I knew that I had recognized her from somewhere, for her face looked so familiar to me. That is when I realized that she was the
Naomi's P. O. VI sat in the tiny cubicle like structure, as water from the shower head above cascaded over me. The relatively warm water soothed my muscles, and merged with the slow tears running down my face, totally drowning them by making them a part of the water that dripped from my cheeks and face, to the floor. The events of the day flowed before me, like scenes of a silent movie playing in strips of films. My body ached all over, making me feel like I had gotten into a brutal fist fight, and got more bruises than I should have. Maybe I did get into s fight. How else was I to describe the way in which I was violently treated, if not as a one sided war? The only thing that I could do was take all the hits, all the torture. I could only lay motionlessly on any surface that I was placed on, before being made use of in every way possible. My heart wrenched at the memories; how had I become nothing more than a rag doll to fellow human beings? How had the world turned so twisted t
Naomi's P. O. VI stood before him in my usual attire that they dressed me up in, anytime he requested for my presence; a light pink colored, strapless body tight dress, and some high heels. My hair was held up into a high ponytail, and there was light make-up applied on my face. I looked like what he wanted me to look like; a doll. A Barbie doll to be precise. That's how he liked his "toys". My eyes were cast down as usual, and a plastic fake smile was plastered on my face. He liked it when we smiled. In a case where we didn't, he would make sure to punish us in the most severe of ways. My whole body was already hurting, and the rod bruises we're just the icing on the cake. I didn't think that I could have handled more, so I'd rather be something that I hated with passion. The bright side of it though, was the fact that I had taken a shower, gotten all cleaned up, and my bruises were tended to. We all waited for the days that he would pick us, only for the anticipation of feeling
Naomi's P. O. VI shut my eyes so tight and turned away, unable to bear the sight of what was going on. Their screams tortured me, and made me remember things that I tried my best to lock away. My eyes stung with unshed tears, each passing second making it harder not to cry as the sound of multiple cord whips sliced through the air like knives, before the sound of them landing on bare skin came. Then the screams followed. The boy and the girl begged; they begged for them to stop amidst tears. I didn't have to open my eyes to see that. Truly one could get used to their own pain and suffering, but never other's. Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I just still had that little sliver of humanity remaining in me, that made it impossible for me to bear the sight of the suffering and pain of others. Even when I couldn't do shit about it, I always wished that I could. But unfortunately I didn't own even my own life. The stupid mocking laughter of Albert and the others echoed within the large
Naomi's P. O. VLife had a very funny way of making you grow stronger, you know. It would strip you off things that you needed the most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loose threads to it, like a fucking over used puppet. It was the same case with my life; I had become nothing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater called life, an actor in a large game of the world. Hate the game, don't hate the player, they said. But in my case I just couldn't help but hate both. It must've been the day time again, or perhaps night. I didn't know any longer, considering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now existed in an unknown plane, at an unknown time, probably unknown to the world. It should have bothered me, that I was probably unknown, and most likely forgotten by the world on the outside, but it no longer did. It no longer stung like it did, a few years back. But then again, it might not have had been years. I might've just been reliving the
Naomi's P. O. VLife had a very funny way of making you grow stronger, you know. It would strip you off things that you needed the most, and leave you stranded, or hanging by loose threads to it, like a fucking over used puppet. It was the same case with my life; I had become nothing but a rag doll, playing in the silly theater called life, an actor in a large game of the world. Hate the game, don't hate the player, they said. But in my case I just couldn't help but hate both. It must've been the day time again, or perhaps night. I didn't know any longer, considering that I had lost track of time, a very, extremely long while ago. I now existed in an unknown plane, at an unknown time, probably unknown to the world. It should have bothered me, that I was probably unknown, and most likely forgotten by the world on the outside, but it no longer did. It no longer stung like it did, a few years back. But then again, it might not have had been years. I might've just been reliving the
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