Kai Pacing nervously around the area, my mind was consumed with fear as I contemplated within myself. Could I defeat this Prince of Darkness? How powerful was he? All in all, I needed to save Vespa from his clutches. "Tell me everything I need to know," I said to Golgotha, weighing the risks. "He's powerful," she sighed. "His strength lies in the manipulation of dark energies, and he weaves spells that bend the strongest of people to his will." Holy shit. This was going to be extremely difficult. "What else do I need to know?" I summoned the courage to listen. "He shies away from daylight or anything good." "So you mean the sun is his Achilles heel?" Golgotha confirmed by nodding her head. "It's a 50/50 chance, Kai, you either go out there alive or dead." A chilling fear filled my heart and worsened when my brothers wanted to get involved. "I think we need to go in there and defeat this monster," Ziah said. "Three heads are better than one." "No, you can't," I snapped. "Th
A/N: This is an excerpt of Camila's book. I'll be posting five chapters only. If this goes well and I receive encouragement to write her story, I'll be starting her book, where there'd be more info on Vespa and her boys. Enjoy Camila's POV The look on Uncle Lucas's face was enough to tell me everything I needed; he had sold me off. He gave me a strange look as if he was sending me to the lion's den to get eaten up, only that my lion's den had a twist – instead of hungry lions, males with raging dicks would be waiting to ravage my body in the most inhumane way. Uncle Lucas was my only living relative, my Papa's younger brother. I had been in his custody since five years ago when my Papa died. He owned my life and was free to do whatever he pleased with me. At the harbor, where colorful boats waited to transport me and over two dozen Omega girls to goddess knows where, all I could think was the worst. My palms were sweaty, my foot jittered against the floor, and I bit my lip to st
Camila I enjoyed my little privileges as Daddy Enzo's bottom girl. Although I wasn't excused from sexual activities, I didn't get the worst males and golden showers, where males had a fetish for pissing on girls. I was a fast learner. In sex work, we didn't just sell sex, we sold a fantasy. Only about forty percent of the men were there for the sex. The other sixty percent needed ego stroking, a compliment, affection, and someone to talk to. My job was to figure out what it was they were craving so they would return every other week with another wad of cash. Daddy Enzo said only foolish girls fall in love with their clients because they are setting themselves up for downfall. I learned to talk to my clients, to make them feel special. Some of them had nagging wives at home but we treated them like kings.If a client tells me he's an engineer, I'd tell him that's fascinating and ask him to tell me all about it.If they are fat, I tell them they've got lovely eyes. If they go to th
My skin tingled with surprise when, three days later, the alpha’s son, whose name was Ziah, requested to see me. My grip tightened on the door handle, and I walked in with a closed-lipped smile.He still looked uneasy, but this time around, he attempted to loosen up and shot me a quick false smile."I thought we parted ways after the last time."He shrugged, “Maybe forbidden flesh is the sweetest of all.”I tried to keep my laughter in, but his eyes grew openly amused, and his rich laugh rippled through the air. Suppressing my giggle was very difficult.His hands took my face and held it gently, and he pulled me closer while I placed my hands around his neck. The mere touch of his hand sent a shiver through me.When he leaned forward to kiss me, I pulled back, shaking my head.“You can't kiss me. My mouth has no protection.”“I don't mind,” he said softly. When his tongue traced the soft fullness of my lips, I gave myself freely to the passion and his kiss sent new spirals of ecsta
Camila For over ten hours I was locked in this god-forsaken cage with no food, no water, and no communication with the rest of the girls. My body had been so abused that a layer of dead tissue covered my wounds, still oozed blood, and the pain from the bruises and cuts on my head would keep me in bed for days. I could feel the sweat pouring off my body as I struggled to keep myself in one spot without moving from the uncomfortable position on the cold concrete floor where the cage walls closed on me. My eyes were swollen from dehydration. All I did was cry without tears. my body was filled with pain and my muscles were weak. Nausea, dizziness, headaches, and muscle cramps kept me awake throughout the night. The cage was fucking hot old despite the open window. I could barely breathe because of the constant stabbing pain in my side. I hated Daddy Enzo so much for causing me so much pain. To think I was deceived that he would always protect me and that his pimp stick would never las
A/N; Also connected to this book is "The Lycan Princess Disguise," do well to check it out.When people sleep at night, they confidently expect to wake up in the morning; otherwise, they'd find themselves in another world. As for me, I longed for the exact opposite: not to wake up.Dying was better than feeling this ice spreading through my stomach. My destiny was sealed. Tomorrow I would be married to Seth Darkwood, one of the evilest creatures from the deepest part of hell.I'd stopped believing in the moon goddess since my tenth birthday and never prayed to her. But tonight, I prayed that she would take my life.Dying meant escaping all the pain I had to endure in the future. The thought of letting that evil creature touch me and spill his cursed seed into me made me shudder with fear.When my eyes popped open the next morning, I cursed her. She must either have thick wax blocking her ear or she was as wicked as Seth Darkwood.All the splendor of living in this big mansion and bein
Vespa When my best friend and roommate, Ria, rushed in, panting like a marathon runner, and slammed my textbook shut, I knew something was up. "What are you doing? I'm trying to study." "Has your boyfriend called you yet?" My response was a blank stare."No, I've been trying to reach him all day." "I saw him on campus.” I found her statement disturbing. Donovan never hides stuff from me. “That's impossible; he’s not back from the werewolf pack. Are you sure you aren't mistaken?" Ria arched her brow, staring me down. “Vespa, are you indirectly calling me blind? I saw him and even called out to him, but he pretended not to hear and hurried away. That's not all.” My ears perked up. “He was buying flowers at the florist near the school gate. He also had a bottle of wine, and I swear that I saw a ring box in his hand—a ring box, Vespa. Do you know what that means?” I halted, surprised. Then my heart lit with excitement and I shrieked, accompanied by a robust clapping. Ria shut he
Vespa Nothing prepared me for the killer headache that attacked my head when I forced my eyes open. It sounded like someone was beating rumba drums inside my skull. It was so bad that I couldn't keep my eyes open. Groaning, I rubbed my temples with my fingertips in an attempt to stop the ache, Then I lay still, trying to take in my surroundings. The headache vanished like a mist when I realized where I was; my bookshelf that had my favourite book collections, the familiar cream shade of my room, my cat… Fear trapped the wind in my chest. I was at my parents' house. I was supposed to be in school. This meant that my parents were aware of the disgraceful incident at the airport! Raw pain washed over me as Donovan's rejection replayed in my brain. That jerk swore his undying love to me two days ago and even told me sweet nothings about how he couldn't wait to see me. Grabbing my phone from the nightstand to call Ria, I realized my battery was drained. Just as I was cursing my l