Thud!Ste-phen carelessly dropped them to the floor and tucked his casually into his pocket.“Where the hell is your chief?” he asked in a deep baritone voice.*******The slightly shorter middle-aged man stepped into the room where Ste-phen was waiting with his arms folded.The Chief’s face was hard. Someone dared to harass not only one but two officers! And even asked for his presence! How daring!He had asked his boys why they didn't put him in jail already, but they seemed a little afraid, as this same dude had threatened them that he would snap their heads off if they dared to touch him.He could tell this man had a menacing aura, but that didn't mean he could do whatever he wanted.“You asked for me?” the Chief raised a brow.Ste-phen, with his arms crossed over his broad chest, glanced up and met his gaze.The Chief found the face familiar, and as he slowly remembered, his eyes widened like that of a full moon.“M... Mr. Black?” he stuttered, instinctively taking a step back. “
"Please!” The man yelled, snapping Mason out of his frozen state. The desperation in his voice was deep and clear, striking Mason with a wave of shock.He even noticed the tears beginning to threaten their way out of the man's eyes.Mason glanced at the other students, who were clearly amused by the show.“Just do it. Please, boy,” the cop’s voice lowered as he faced Mason again. It seemed he truly meant it when he said his life depended on it.Mason was torn between relief and unease. Ste-phen had forced these men to kneel before him, to beg for forgiveness. The idea of someone wielding that kind of power on his behalf was both intoxicating and terrifying.But should he hit the officer back?Would that make him just as cruel?He hesitated, staring at the man's bowed head. The crowd murmured, waiting for his reaction.Mason sighed. “No,” he finally said. “I won’t do it.”The officer's head snapped up, eyes wide with surprise.Mason exhaled sharply and stepped back. “You’ve already hum
For a moment, Mason thought about correcting them—that it was Ste-phen who had helped and forced the police to beg—but he decided not to waste his breath. These girls weren’t worth his time.“You’re in my way,” he said.“If you don’t,” Bella raised her phone, revealing an article about his father’s imprisonment. Mason swallowed hard. “The whole school will know about it,” Bella smirked, tucking her phone away. “James told me everything before he disappeared. I have a lot of followers on the school blog. I’m sure the school won’t ignore how juicy this story is.”Mason’s jaw clenched. Damn it. This was what they always used to threaten him.“Just one date. I’ll handle the rest,” Twilight said confidently.Mason sighed, relenting. “Fine. I’ll talk to Dexter.”******Dexter, however, waited in his car. He hadn't headed home yet, waiting patiently. Soon, his phone rang. Seeing the name, he sat up and answered—it was the call he had been waiting for.“Hey, did you find out who helped him ou
The sound of running water, echoed of the room, hitting two bodies entwined beneath it, cascading down their skin.Mason, pinned by Ste-phen to the wall, bit his own lip, to suppress his moan as Ste-phen's thick finger took his erected nipple, squeezing and sucking on them.Mason’s legs were tightly wrapped around Ste-phen's firm torso, his arms clinging to Ste-phen's neck so he wouldn’t fall, though Ste-phen’s hands held his thighs firmly in place.They were still in their boxers, both wet and hot under the shower.Mason squeezed his eyes shut. The more Ste-phen sucked and played with his nipples—using his hands, tongue, and even teeth—the harder it was to suppress his moans.He had no idea why he was holding them in. Perhaps he didn’t want to give Ste-phen the impression that he was truly overwhelmed by the sensation.Mason didn't realize he was bruising his own lip. Oh, fucking mercy.How could it feel this good?Why did his body react so much around this man?Ste-phen, engrossed i
STORE"Wait, what?!" Seth's eyes widened as he heard the news from his aunt over the phone. "What do you mean the spell is ready? Did you actually prepare it?""The spell has been complete for a while now. I just wanted to ask how things are going between him and Mason," Desdemona spoke calmly on the other end of the phone."Wait. I thought you were never going to prepare it since you were against breaking a cursed bond for him," Seth said as he took the plastic bag from the store attendant."I can't go against Ste-phen. You, of all people, know how stubborn that male is," Desdemona retorted, and Seth sighed, knowing his aunt was right."Yeah, but..." Seth sighed. "I don't think he'll need it. There's a slight improvement. Ste-phen is obsessed with the boy.""You know very well that it will take more than a month to actually heal from a wound that deep in his soul. Ste-phen is a broken soul, far too broken. I'm afraid that soon enough, Mason won't be able to handle him."Seth's eyes s
Seth’s feet tapped impatiently against the floor, his gaze fixed on the transparent glass that covered the café, overlooking the bustling street. His mind was restless as he glanced at his watch several times.“Where the hell is he?” Seth grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.He drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to ease the unease settling inside him. The memory kept replaying in his mind, and the more it did, the tighter the knot in his stomach became.He was oblivious to the stares he was receiving from the other customers, especially the women—both young and old. Their whispers pierced the air.Seth was a fine man. He was in the modeling industry, and despite rarely shooting himself, he had won several awards, with nearly every entertainment agency wanting to sign him.Women were ready to throw themselves at him, and of course, he took some of them—mostly on full moons to satisfy his rut—but never… never had he had a girlfriend. And despite his aunt’s scoldings, he st
Ste-phen eventually stood and left.Upon reaching the mansion, he headed straight to his room, only to find the bed empty. With a small frown, he checked Mason’s room. Empty.“Young master left for school,” Butler Ben informed him.Ste-phen sighed.What’s with the rush? Can’t he just take a goddamn break?As he turned to leave Mason’s room, his eyes settled on a strange wristwatch case sitting on the bed.His brows knitted as he reached for it. Taking out the watch, he examined it closely. He recognized the brand.And there was no way in hell Mason could afford it.At first, he considered it might be a gift Mason wanted to give him, but… this watch was way too expensive.Thirty fucking grand.Which could only mean one thing.Someone had gifted Mason.Who?**********School.“Oh no,” Mason muttered under his breath, searching his bag over and over again. He crouched down at his desk, checking if he could catch any sight of it, only to get disappointed.It was Dexter's watch. The one he
______Ste-phen's Office“Who's Dexter?”Bella's smile slowly faded at Ste-phen's question. She had thought the man had finally taken an interest in her, but instead, his eyes were on a male watch, not even giving her a glance.“What? Is that why you called me here?” Bella asked, folding her arms.“I heard you know everything about the class, so tell me everything about the guy named Dexter.”Bella stepped forward, placing her hand on the desk before him. She leaned in, knowingly letting the sight of her cleavage come into view.“What is going to be my reward?” she asked.Ste-phen sighed, pulling out a paper. It was Bella's test sheet that had "FAILURE" written on it.“According to the Vice Chancellor, she wanted me to level up your mark. It turns out you are the daughter of Vince Hatter, the manager of the popular Black-made jewelry store, the most popular jewelry store in London. A rich family… huh?”Bella scoffed, her voice dropping into an irritated tone. “So what’s your point?”“
“Pens up.”Mrs. Katherine’s voice resonated through the classroom. Most of the students groaned under their breath. It was the last exam, and it had been pretty tough for them.Very few were able to complete their work, including Mason and Twilight.Bella sulked throughout. She no longer sat or spoke with Twilight and minded her own business.Dexter, on the other hand, had changed seats and was awfully quiet the whole time. He and Mason hadn’t exchanged a single word—not even once. But Mason was still curious. Dexter had mentioned him being in danger, and then the shooting incident happened.Even though Ste-phen refused to tell them who was behind it, Mason couldn’t stop wondering.“Dexter?” Mason called in a whisper, careful not to let Katherine hear so she wouldn’t mistake it for cheating.Dexter’s movement paused, and without a word or even a glance, he rose from his chair and walked over to Mrs. Katherine to submit his work.Mason sighed. Dexter must be really mad at him. Perhaps
Moore clenched his phone tightly, his heart racing nonstop, lips quivering.“Mr. Black, let’s talk about—”Three beeps echoed in his ear, indicating the call had just been disconnected. Sweat beaded on Moore’s face, his eyes darted around the room as though searching for somewhere to hide… but there was nowhere.He was alone.And now, sooner or later, his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest. The thought made his knees buckle. He felt stupid for ever playing with Ste-phen’s words.His son was dead. He couldn’t even grieve—he was next.His trembling fingers slid across his phone screen, dialing a number. When the person on the other end picked up, he yelled:“Fuck! Thank God you’re not dead. Prepare any possible way for me to leave this country right away. I don’t care how you do it, I need to leave now! I’ll pay you anything—just find me a way immediately!”The voice on the other end responded, “Sir, you could follow the goods you're about to ship to Korea. If it’s urgent.”R
••••••••Twilight let out a cry as she climbed to her peak, Seth's fingers thrusting in and out of her wet core while his tongue flicked over her sensitive nub.The heat coiled in her stomach, her mouth parting in a silent moan before the sensation exploded within her, making her collapse back onto the bed.Her breathing came in heavy bursts, chest heaving as she struggled to steady herself. Her eyes were shut, a hint of tears pricking the corners.Her heartbeat pounded so loudly she could’ve sworn Seth heard it.She felt a kiss on her jaw, prompting her eyes to flutter open and meet Seth’s dreamy gaze. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. The sight was so sensual, Twilight had to bite her lip to suppress a moan.“First time?” he asked softly, his eyes gentle—Twilight could see stars in them.“Mhm,” she nodded, and his brows arched.“Really?” He clearly hadn’t expected that answer. She nodded again, and something primal flickered in his eyes.Twilight might’ve gon
Twilight was drying her hair when Seth stepped in as well. Her eyes lit up at the sight of him, and she immediately dropped the towel and approached.“Seth, how did it—”Seth grabbed her waist, slamming his lips against hers, shoving her words back into her throat with a hard, passionate kiss. Twilight melted in his arms, letting his warm tongue slide into her mouth.Her sweet moan echoed through the room, her hand sliding onto his neck, threading her fingers through his hair.He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. Her back met the wall with a soft thud, her breath catching in her throat as her towel slipped down, pooling at her feet like a whisper.“Seth…” she breathed, her voice trembling with need, but he didn’t let her speak.His mouth was on hers again, harder this time—desperate. As if he needed to remind himself she was real. As if he’d lose his mind if he didn’t taste her right then and there.Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking him in.
The sky roared outside in the night, thunder cracking against the clouds, its roar echoing in the large room. On the king-sized bed was Mason, curled on the soft mattress.His eyes opened, staring into space. He couldn't sleep. Not a single hint of darkness wanted to slip into his senses.He stayed awake, but he was barely aware of his surroundings. The heavy thunder sounded distant, and the rain splattering against the window was quiet.His mind was disoriented. There was a heavy weight pressing against his chest, puncturing his heart. He was breathing, yet it felt as though he was not.Mason rolled onto the other side, restless with only one name on his mind—Ste-phen.He hadn't been this worried and unsettled about a man before. Hell, he didn't know he was this attached to still be awake for this long. He couldn't even eat the dinner the hotel service had brought for him.The meal was on his table. Untouched.Why was he shot?Who was after him?Is Ste-phen alright?That question—he
**********Seth’S APARTMENT Ste-phen instantly ripped off his clothes, revealing his hard-toned chest as he stepped into the cold cell. His breath came in ragged gasps. Fangs bared, his right hand bled from how tightly he had clenched his fist throughout the ride.Seth prepared the chains, immediately beginning to bind him.“Faster, Seth,” Ste-phen rasped.“Just keep your eyes open,” Seth said, hastening his movements.Ste-phen suddenly surged, his free hand almost slashing Seth’s face. Thanks to Seth’s speed and Ste-phen’s restraint, the blow missed—otherwise, it would have caused a deep wound.Seth grabbed the second hand and chained it as well before stepping back to lock Ste-phen inside. He took a deep breath, watching Ste-phen’s head slump forward, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm...Silence settled over the cell, and Seth’s heart shattered, wondering when this would finally end.He was about to hear the roars of pain, the struggles, and the writhing of his friend
Before the gunshot sounded, Mason suddenly felt a hard surface slam into him—no, it was a chest. The impact made the ice cream in his hand slip and sprawl onto the floor.It all happened so fast. Before Mason could even process it, the gunshot rang out, making him jerk violently, his eyes squeezing shut. But strong arms wrapped around him protectively, shielding him from the danger.With his heart racing, Mason slowly regained his senses. Screams erupted from the onlookers, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps as chaos filled the air.“Hey,” a deep, familiar, soothing voice broke through Mason's panic. “Are you alright?”Mason looked up slowly, meeting Ste-phen’s intense, worried gaze—a look he had never seen before.After winning that plush toy, Ste-phen had received a message from Seth. Twilight had mentioned that Zeno Luther was in town—and after Mason’s life.Ste-phen hadn’t wasted a second. He dashed out of the building. Upon spotting Mason, he noticed a red laser dot on hi
Zeno sat lazily on the couch, waiting for Mr. Moore to show up. The snacks and drinks before him remained untouched—he wasn't a fan of junk food. Instead, he lit a cigarette and began to smoke. Mr. Moore entered hurriedly, adjusting his suit and clearing his throat. “Mr. Luther. What a surprise—you’re back in the country,” Moore greeted. He caught sight of the snacks and turned to the maid who had served them. “You served these?” The maid panicked. “Yes, I thought it would be pleasant to entertain the visitor before the meal was ready.” “Get them away,” Moore ordered, but as the maid stepped forward, Zeno raised his hand to stop her. The maid lifted her head with a questioning look. “How about you entertain me in another way, young woman?” Zeno asked, his voice calm yet dripping with authority. The maid hesitated but responded, “O…okay. I'll do my best.” “Get between my legs,” he ordered, and shock flashed in the maid’s eyes. She looked back at Moore, who scowled down at he
"I've seen her nudes before. She ain't got no shaved clean pussy," a voice spoke from the side of the stall."Yeah, right, but you gotta see how she bounces, though. She's tight as fuck," another added."I'd agree with Dan. You need to see how she squirts too. Gotta say, she is heaven," the third chimed in."But a whore, kinda," the first let out a short laugh. "How come Luke never noticed his girlfriend was such a hotspot, fucking around with every man she met?""Not our business, though. At least we had something to taste. She's fine," the third said."She was the one who came to us, not the other way around. We are not guilty," the second added. "We're good friends."Silence fell for a moment before they all burst into laughter."Good friends who are about to have a foursome with her," the first snickered, followed by another round of laughter.But it was cut short. Then came a whimper—no, a moan—echoing from the last stall in the restroom."You hear that?" the third man asked, see