No one can serve two masters for either he will hate the one and love the other or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other.
Avarice―
He was no stranger to nightclubs for he had visited a few underground nightclubs in New York, Las Vegas, and California where he had stalked and studied some of his previous projects. He had perfected the template of luring his prey in places like these.
WARNING: The chapter that you're about to read contains content, like punishment in a form of flogging, that you may find unpleasant or troubling. Please read with care.“An abandoned funeral home? How romantic,” Tyra squealed half an hour later. She held his hand tight as they stepped inside.The drive to the funeral home didn’t prove to be an easy task for him. Tyra was awfully horny that she kept insisting on blowing him whil
“You do understand that you must sacrifice, love, for the sake of your mommy. That’s your purpose…”Heavy footsteps, followed by the eerie sound of heavy chains being dragged on a concrete floor, woke her up in an instant.She was exceedingly afraid for her dear, young life. She wanted to scream, but with her mouth duct-tap
“And has the nightmare changed? Or was it the same thing as before?”Una’s eyes traveled carefully from the bowl of sweets on the table to Dr. Larson’s smooth, brown skin. She had always adored her doctor’s classic beauty.“Una?”
The drive to Laurent Royce’s building was silent. Sinclair kept his eyes on the road and his hands tight on the steering wheel. Liezel crossed her legs and stared out the passenger window, watching the dark clouds build up in the sky. She let out a silent curse, as she had forgotten to bring an umbrella.As they reached the freeway, Liezel shifted in her seat. The silence was slowly making her uncomfortable. She inhaled soundly, taking in the pleasant smell of leather and wood in the car.
It had only been a week since Will Thomas moved into Chestnut Hill, and he shortly found out that sharing a house with someone could feel like a battle for supremacy, which he knew he would never win. There had been quite a few things he didn’t like but couldn’t really complain about; like Una’s underwear hanging on the rack in the bathroom instead of fresh towels, and how he’d neatly put his toothbrush and razors in the same corner in the cabinet only for him to look for it in Una’s medicines and feminine products the next day. But Una owned the house, and the only thing he could do was look for another place to put his stuff.
Will Thomas had only been in the feminine aisle once his entire life: for Kate. And now, here he was again, this time, for his landlady. And just like during his first trip, he was again marveling at the reality that an entire aisle was dedicated solely to sanitary pads.How many does she need?
Seated in a deuce booth by the window, a waitress who looked younger than them approached Una and Liezel’s table. Liezel glanced up at the waitress and ordered their usual breakfast combo. “The usual?” the waitress asked. It was obvious that she was new. With her shiny straight black hair, copper skin, and youthful grin, she easily stood out from the rest of the other three waitresses at the café who looked like they were near their retirement.
Una shoved her keys inside her pocket as she let herself into her house. Quiet and peaceful, just what she needed after an exhausting day. She had a long conversation with her concerned professor about her plans―or the lack thereof―of getting a major next semester, and by the time she drove home, she only had a few minutes left to turn the lights on before darkness filled the house. And she wouldn’t want that. Not if she could help it.Slamming her car door and locking it after, she hurried to her house and switched the porch lig