Y A S M E E N Marital bliss only lasts so long before we go back to being normal. Marcus only let it last a couple of days before he dashed out, working his usual odd hours.But, God, is he so perfect? Just seeing him, even if it's just a glimpse, makes me giggle like a school girl. That man is all mine to devour whenever I please.With that being said, I've devoured him enough times yet I can never get enough of him. I'm always on a high around him yet he's so laid-back. A perfect match, I suppose?Nowadays, Zara is being watched like a hawk by Alejandro because she's a couple of months pregnant. This also means I get to spend less time with her because he barely ever leaves her side and I don't get to talk about the fun stuff while he's around.I've mentioned children to Marcus but he's definitely not ready and I'm totally fine with waiting because I'm very content with his full attention towards me right now.Maybe sometime in the future.Can you imagine? A little me running aroun
"Fuck, Yasmeen. Take it off," he demands."Patience, my king," I giggle.I start to leave a trail of kisses down the center as I pull down his boxers. Once it's completely off, his sizeable erect cock springs out in front of me."I see the big guy has missed me," I trace a finger down his length."You have no fucking idea," he grins, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I want to watch you shove my dick down your throat.""Your wish is my command," I say as slide out of the bed. I position myself in between his legs on my knees before taking his cock into my mouth, wetting it with my saliva.Marcus throws his head back, gripping my hair and occasionally pulling and pushing his cock deeper into my throat."Fuck, Yasmeen. Deeper, go deeper. Let me feel that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock," he groans.I do as he asks and takes in as much of him as I can into my mouth. My hands simultaneously get him off as my tongue and mouth work around the tip."Look at me," he demands. "Look
this is the (more or less) tragic ending I originally had in mind before changing it due to popular demand! Enjoy (or sob idk 💀- - - A L E J A N D R O Regrets.Something I never expected to feel.I watched the dark blood seep through her clothes staining them the color of death. Her eyes slowly draining any little life it had left as she begged for my mercy. She begged me to put an end to her misery, begged me to drive my knife through her chest. She did once tell me her favorite flowers were white roses but here I stained them red, disappointing her one last time before she runs away from me.Regrets.More regrets.But now here I am, dressed in black standing in front of the only person I gave a shit about."It would be appalling to ask for your forgiveness now, wouldn't it, Zara?" I grip the flowers in my hand. "Say, what do you think about my suit?" I stand back to give her a full view of it. "Does seeing me dressed like this still make you smile?"Silence.I smooth down the wr
Full Summary Zara Khan was full of life and laughter. There were hardships that she faced but she tried to think of them as minor compared to the number of blessings. Freshly graduated out of university, she's trying her best to survive in the real world. However, her chances of survival just diminished immensely because a certain, dangerously handsome man from her past has come back–the man that used to make her heart flutter, now makes her question her own sanity.He has had his eyes on the wide-eyed, innocent beauty for years. He had been watching and examining the perfect time to make her his. She implicitly tried to peruse him without understanding the situation she was getting herself into. Unfortunately for her, she succeeded in catching his eyes. And now, years later, he wants to capture her, break her and mould her into his perfect, little plaything. Alejandro Genovese is the Hades of the Underworld; he is the Lucifer of Hell. He holds the ultimate power over the Cosa Nostr
Z A R AI push through the crowded hallway, trying to reach my locker in one piece. The halls are buzzing with students who are excited to leave school for their summer break. For some, like myself, it's their last year of high school.Adulthood doesn't sound fun but high school wasn't that much fun either."Are you meeting Alejandro today?" Yasmeen asks as she leans against the locker beside mine.I nod, "He asked me to meet him at the coffee shop across the school.""He seemed a bit distant in class today. Barely spoke to me," she mumbles.It's not unusual for Alejandro to not converse with people but he can hold a conversation with Yasmeen and me pretty well."Maybe our senior year finally made him crack," Yasmeen jokes."With his grades, I wouldn't care if I cracked because at least my report card would be glowing," I sigh."Ugh, don't remind me. If my parents realize my average is 89% this year and not 95%, they might actually disown me," she groans."I swear, if I hear you compla
- Four Years Later -Z A R A"Amma! I'm leaving!" I call out to her. "My interview starts at 1:30 PM but I heard they process everything by the end of the day so I'll probably be there for most of the day.""Good luck, dear!" She kisses my forehead."Insha'Allah, things will go well for you.""Insha'Allah!" I reply."Do you have that ring on you?" She asks out of curiosity.I pull out the chain that's hidden under my cardigan to flash the black ring at her."I'm glad you stopped wearing that on your wedding ring finger. People in our community kept asking if you got married." She laughs."Amma! I stopped wearing it on my finger three years ago! We don't need to keep bringing it up." I whine."I know, I know. I'm glad you made it into a necklace." She smiles. "Yasmeen really chose a ring that matches your color palette." She comments."Mhm." I agree, nervously.Obviously, there was no way I was going to tell her the man I was in love with for three years gave it to me before he ditched
Z A R A Conversations.I can hear conversations but I can't piece together the words. I can't understand what they're conversing about.I'm trying to open my eyes but they feel like they've been glued shut. My eyelids feel so heavy, so tired, it feels like when I take those drowsy cough medicine.Was I drugged?Wait, where am I? What happened to me?As I try to force my eyes open, a sudden burst of pain shoots through my head. It hurt so much that I thought I was going to pass out again from the intensity of it.I think they hit the back of my head...They?Oh my God! I was taken by those masked group of men! But for what reason? How do I get out? What do they want from me?Wait, is my hijab still on my head?As I finally open my eyes, the room around me turns out to be dimly lit. I blink a couple of times, trying to adjust to the darkness while my eyes familiarize themselves with the surroundings.The room's empty, from what I can tell. It's just blank, windowless walls, a door, and
Z A R A His name is foreign on my tongue. I haven't said it out loud in so long, I don't even know if I said it right. I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears, this is the man I've been thinking about for years... he's always been at the back of my mind.My hands are trembling as it reaches out slowly to touch his face to confirm that he's real. His face hasn't changed yet he's completely different. I should've recognized him but I also wouldn't. His steel-grey eyes are colder than I've ever seen them. There's no life in them. He's looking at me as if he's never seen me in his life, yet knows me somehow.Though his facial features haven't changed, he looks like he's been through Hell. He looks tired and worn out yet even more handsome than I remember him. Of course, he looks older too. His physique looks stronger, definitely much more bulked than I remember.Something about the energy around him is steady and stable yet chaotic and anarchic. I feel comfortable around him yet I want to s