Sorry guys, I couldn't update, I was so stressed. The guy driving my car on Uber bumped the car while drunk. But am fine now and I will be updating. Happy reading!
DomenicoI guess you could say Selene sealed my fate and I’m running out of time, which is laughable considering the fact that time has never meant anything to me, of course, in the past. My life up until this point had flowed like an endless river because I was an immortal king, with each day being guaranteed by the one before it. But not anymore; my mate showed up, and she wasn’t anything as I expected. A human. A stupid little girl who has a lot to learn.I am fucked.I thumbed the disastrous emerald ring on my finger, which right now I believe is the cause of all my problems; hallelujah, my fate was sealed the day I was born. The history of where this ring came from is a mystery. It was presented to me by the midwife, who attended my delivery. My mother said the woman slid the ring after my birth and died instantly with no explanation whatsoever, more like her assignment was to deliver me.They tried unsuccessfully to remove the ring from my finger because it was believed that the
Jade Another night of waiting. I have been waiting for over an hour, and it’s now 9 in the evening. My tolerance for this is wearing thin. The thought of calling him crosses my mind, but I can’t. I am not the customer; I am the service provider. If I do that, I will appear weak and helpless. I got up from bed and went into the kitchen to heat some of the leftovers as I waited for Dark’s call, which might never come. It must be boring for him not to call back. But why is it that I eagerly anticipate his calls each and every day? Why haven’t I given up? I ground my teeth together and let out a sigh as I continued to eat the leftover pizza. I also can’t help but think about Mr. Lombardi. There is this unmistakable connection I feel towards that silver-eyed man. It’s difficult to put into words. I haven’t stopped thinking about him; I feel like there is some connection, even when talking to Dark. The absence of his golden eyes left me with an icy shiver throughout my body that I was un
JadeWhen I woke up the following morning, my laptop was sitting on the table, and there were papers scattered all over the table as well as the floor. I let out a sigh. Lee was a clean freak; her room was spotless. Why on earth would she leave my room in such a chaotic state?I leaped off the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where I attended to my business before emerging to clean up the mess that Lee had made. When I went to pick up the papers, I noticed that there were some notes stuck to my wall as well. Shit, did she even sleep at all? After that, I looked at the notes.Target: Domenico Lombardi.Goes to Virgin Active gym every morning.Time: unknownGrabs his coffee at Rosto every morning.Time: 07:50 am.Eat his lunch at Rostos Time: 2: PM every day.He spent his weekends at the Dark Circle Club, every weekend from 20:00 pm.The heavens above. Where did she get all of that information? Lee opposed my going after Mr. Lombardi, but right now, having the support of my best fr
~Jade~What just happened? I quickly told the driver to take me to Lee’s place. I wanted to share the magical thing that just happened between me and Mr. Lombardi, but there is this lingering question that I still have. How did Lee know all these things? How did she know that Mr. Lombardi wouldn’t get mad if I hugged him, and did he hug me back? Oh, good Lord, I must be dreaming. My ride arrived at Lee’s place. I didn’t tell her I was coming, but who cared? I am already here. I rang the bell, and Joan answered the door. The lady hates my guts; she thinks I’m into Lee.“Seems like we will be having a threesome.” She yelled, letting Lee know I was around, but since she hated me, well, I might as well give her more reasons to hate me; why should I care what she thinks? Lee is my friend.“Oh, if only you could handle Lee as I do,” I said, and her jaw clenched. When someone hates you, why pretend? Give them the same treatment. I will never pretend around her; the treatment is actually mutu
Salvatore I sat at the damn ball and watched as the so-called she-wolves tried to dance their way into Dark’s heart. Except for one thing. Dark doesn’t have a heart. One thing that my brother does not realize is that even if he can fuck these she-wolves, none of them can satisfy the beast inside of him. Dark is ruthless; he doesn’t care about anyone but himself; he kills for fun, and he might end up killing his mate and regretting it later. My brother wasn’t always like this; he used to be kind, but his family betrayed him. Dark is Dark, and he always gets what he wants except for this time, when he can’t take a chosen mate, but he doesn’t know that yet. Well, maybe he does know; he’s just being ignorant. My sister and I have been trying to help him, but my brother trusts no one, not even family. To be honest, I can’t say that I blame him. My parents made several attempts to kill him. These were the people who were supposed to protect him with their lives, but they tried to kill him
Jade While I was standing in my window, I got a good look at the early morning fog as it rolled over the hills. “The clouds are getting ready to release their moisture,” I said to no one specific but myself. I carried on sipping my coffee while staring off into the distance. I am running out of time. The other day, I fell short of Dark’s expectations; he hasn’t called, and I am getting dangerously low on cash. Mr. Lombardi is nowhere to be found. I’ve been working at Rosto for a good two weeks, and I’ve never seen him. Every one of my efforts was for naught. I let out a sigh and glanced at the clock. Oh shit, I’m running late. I snatched my bag and dashed out of the house as quickly as I could. I don’t have the luxury of taking a taxi to work, so I walk there every day instead. From my place to Rosto is a good ass-kicking 30-minute walk. As I flew over the sidewalk, I drawled an expletive as a drizzle started to fall. On the wet concrete, my shoes, which were worn smooth from walk
KateDid I do well? Like hell I did. She is just a kid, and she needs to fuck off, but then there is this look of regret I sensed coming from Domenico. Could it be that there was something going on between him and Jade?Nah, there ain’t no way they did it that night.Even if they did, I would make sure to do better than Jade. But then again, why do I feel like I'm being played in this situation? Is it possible that Domenico has developed feelings for Jade?“Umm, Mr. Lombardi, do you know the girl who just left? She seems to be interested in you.”“Is she?” He stated this while continuing to eat and sip from the beverage he was holding, demonstrating that he had no interest in the topic at hand.“Yes, for a moment I thought she might be your girlfriend.” I know, I might have gone overboard, but I need to know they never slept.“Could she now?” If I kept pressing him, he might just leave like he did the other day, but then I wouldn’t know whether Jade was a threat to me. This man is dif
DomenicoEven a strong woman like Kate can be shaken to her core by that tiny thing. Am I making a mistake or what? Why does Kate feel like she needs to defend herself against a young girl who just so happened to spill a tray of drinks? She feels threatened, but why? Jade is just a little thing with no back and front.That little thing is somehow not afraid of me or Kate, but what’s the deal between her and Kate?When Kate mentioned that she needed to use the restroom, I immediately realized that her request was about more than just using the restroom. There is a lot more to it than meets the eye. I sat there wondering if she had somehow started having some wonder-working powers because the little girl that walked into my office and the girl I am seeing right now are different. A scared little kitten walked into my office, and right now all I am seeing is confidence and daring seduction, as though she knows I can’t be without her. Can I, now? Nah, I can choose a mate, mark her, and
GailI followed Dark because I could feel something wasn't right; the man who was supposed to be mine wasn't into me at all. I'm desperate right now, and I don't even know what to do. First, he made me feel like shit in front of the Kate girl who worked in our penthouse for 2 days, and now I'm sensing there is another woman in the picture.Come to think of it, that girl is Kate, and there is another Kate that he's seeing. Do I have to change my name to Kate for Dom to look at me?I really don't know what to do, and I'm running out of time. I should be the queen, not going up and down trying to find out who has Dark’s heart.The way I'm so mad, I should be using my wolf spread to run to wherever he went. I can't believe humans are in denial, and they don't believe creatures like us exist. But I swear to the goddess that if this Kate woman is the one, or worse, his mate, I will not hesitate to kill her. I will not let any human stand in my way of being the queen. Not on my watch.With a
DomenicoThe chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, turning every glass, plate, and fork into instruments of light, casting prismatic shadows over my brooding form—shadows that seemed to mock the turmoil twisting inside me. The golden hue of the restaurant's walls was supposed to provide a comforting embrace, yet tonight, it felt as if they were closing in, suffocating me with the scent of gourmet dishes and the murmur of contented diners. I sat there, an island of discontent amidst a sea of luxury, flanked by my ever-watchful bodyguards who stood like silent sentinels."Sir," one of them murmured, his voice barely breaking the hum of conversation around us, "will you need anything while you wait?" As if I were waiting for anything meaningful, but nah! My own doom!I glanced up from my clenched fists, knuckles turned white, the fine lines of my suit doing nothing to dispel the disarray of my spirit. "No," I replied, my voice a soft growl that belied the tempest within. "just...
DomenicoI really can’t stand Gail. Women these days are clever. Can't she fucking see that I don’t want her around? Women are clever these days; they don’t stay where they are not wanted, but this mosquito won’t leave me the fuck alone. I know to her it’s never about love; it’s about power. She and her excuse of a father want power and protection because I am the fucking king. But one thing I will never give Gail is my attention. Mother, no matter how hard I try to be a loving fiancé, as humans call it, I just can’t fucking love that mutt.I pull out my phone with the intention of calling Kate, but my fingers have other plans for me. I found myself calling Juicy J. I clung to the phone as it rang, and as I was about to hang up, a beautiful voice almost sounded like one belonging to my little mate answered. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Juicy J was my little Jade, but that little girl is far too innocent to talk dirty like Juicy J.Maybe, just maybe, I need to meet Juicy J and then
Domenico"Oh, baby, you seem so tired; let me give you a massage.” The words slithered from her lips, coated in the syrupy tone of feigned concern. The falseness of it swirled around me like a nauseating perfume. "You are working too hard, Dom.”As the word 'Dom' rolled off Gail's tongue, it was as if she drew it from a well of insincerity, each syllable dripping with the saccharine sweetness of artificiality. The sound of my name in her voice was like a poorly played melody, grating against the walls of my consciousness. However, when another person—a particular young woman whose image flickered like a candle flame in the back of my mind—whispered that name, it resonated with a symphony of desire and possession."Dom," she would say, and oh, how differently it sounded. There was a purity to it, an innocence laced with the promise of something primal. It stirred within me a beast that lay dormant, biding its time beneath layers of control and denial.“At least you are now starting to
DomenicoThe moment I crossed the threshold, Gail's voice slithered through the air like a serpent draped in velvet, each word dripping with the saccharine sweetness of fake. "Honey, I made pasta for supper," she cooed, her syllables curling into my ears with the subtlety of a sledgehammer to crystal. A voice so fake that even the dumbest child could see through.With a dismissive grunt, I shrugged off the weight of her words along with the tailored suit jacket that clung to my broad shoulders; it fell to the floor in a heap of expensive fabric and unspoken disdain. I didn't give Gail the satisfaction of my attention, didn't let her see the flicker of irritation that danced behind my eyes—because if I did, if I allowed myself to truly acknowledge her presence, I would be compelled to send her away once more, to cast her out into the cold reality from which she desperately sought refuge. What I need is for her to leave me the fuck alone and return to her father’s house. Well, the probl
JadeA sigh escaped my lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts, as I retreated into the bathroom. The room was dimly lit, suffused with a gentle glow that seemed to soften the edges of reality. My hand turned the faucet, releasing a cascade of warmth that filled the space with a comforting hiss. I stepped beneath the shower's embrace, letting the water envelop me in its liquid caress.“Fuck you!,” I murmured to the ghosts of memory that lingered at the periphery of my consciousness, insisting on their presence like unwelcome specters at a feast. As the warm droplets beat against my skin, each one felt like a tiny hammer, driving out the images and whispers of those who no longer held a place in my world. And yet, as much as I tried to banish them, one specter remained defiant, clinging to the recesses of my mind."Why now?" The question slipped from my lips, mingling with the steam rising in spirals around me. It wasn't just any him, it was him – the man whose very essence se
JadeSunlight danced on the cerulean waves, a glittering symphony that played upon the infinite expanse of the ocean. The horizon stretched beyond the limits of sight, unfettered and wild from the vantage point of my new apartment, a sanctuary perched high above the world's mundane clamor. Life was undeniably sweeter here, each breath imbued with the briny zest of sea air, promising a day unshackled from yesterday's shadows.Yet, as I lay there, ensconced in the soft embrace of Egyptian cotton sheets that whispered against my skin like the gentlest of lovers' caresses, my mind drifted—unbidden—to Mr. Lombardi. The thought of him ignited a tempest within me, a maelstrom of desire and indignation that clashed with the tranquil morning. "How dare he call me unworthy," I murmured to the empty room, the words falling flat against the backdrop of rolling waves. His rejection stung, an incessant throb in my chest, but it was his craving, the way he devoured my pussy with such ravenous hunger
JadeThe golden hues of the setting sun spilled across the polished hardwood floor of our new apartment, bathing it in a warm glow that should have felt welcoming. But the air held a strange tension, like the stillness before a storm. I zipped up the last of my suitcases, the fabric straining against the bulk of hastily folded clothes. A glance around confirmed the practical sterility of the place—impersonal yet oddly comforting with its ready-made homeliness. All we needed were our belongings, and I had just finished transferring mine into this anonymous space that would soon echo the patterns of our lives.Taking a breath to steady the fluttering in my chest—a curious mix of excitement and an unnamed dread—I crossed the threshold into Lee's room, the door creaking softly on its hinges as if reluctant to reveal its occupant's secrets. There she was, Lee, framed by the window, her silhouette etched against the canvas of a city we were yet to call home. Her eyes, those windows to a sou
JadeThe salt-kissed breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the distant cries of seagulls and the relentless murmur of the ocean. I stood there, inhaling deeply, the briny air filling my lungs and cleansing away the acrid taste of past regrets. A fresh start—that's what danced on the horizon, shimmering like the sun-dappled surface of the sea before me. My life, up until this point, had been a relentless mire of chaos—a fool’s errand chasing after a love that turned out to be nothing more than a mirage orchestrated by a nut head whose name I now refused to let stain my thoughts. But here, at this moment, with the vast expanse of possibilities stretching out as far as the eye could see, I felt the tides within me begin to shift."Isn't it just perfect?" Lee's voice tinged with an uncharacteristic tremor of excitement, broke through my reverie. We were standing side by side, our reflections mingling in the glass panes that framed the perfect view."More than," I murmure