All six-foot-four muscle of Laran Von Luther towered over the one and only daughter of Count Rachberg Von Archilles and the most respected woman in the Castle and all those the Count harbored within his walls, that apparently he and his family served, where they were born with chains, their hometown. Lady Tasanya Von Archilles. His hand rested upon her head, fingers running through her locks as he does a ticking sound, "You are indeed exquisite, Milady." Sanya trembled as Laran's fingers moved from her hair to her jaw, tracing the bone as her head was raised. His touch alone enough to compose pleasure spiraling through her, she felt climbing something. But she fought it. Feeling embarrassed as to why she craved for his touch. She began to back away. Before she would hit the marble railing, Laran's arm caught her delicately small and soft waist. Instinctively, she would find this impudent as she snapped and pushed him, "How arrogant!" She stared at his blue orbs that were framed by the sootiest lashes she'd ever seen, she felt as if from that moment it would start to haunt her on her dreams, threatening her knees won't be too strong, not enough to carry her weak body that seem to be easily melted by his scrutiny. His length-dark hair was wildly unkempt and a few stray locks fell across his forehead. "Indeed? By all accounts, I see differently in comparison to what you're contemplating, Milady." ******** Will Lady Tasanya Von Archilles ready to give up everything for love? Will she choose her own family or someone who managed to capture her heart?! Warning: This story may contain mature scenes. Graphic intimacy and violence. Enter at your own risk.

My eyes rake up and down her body as if I can see through her clothing. My lips curled up into a feral smile, never indeed I've seen a woman who has the nerve to challenge me. Stalking towards her, her pulse was racing as I inches my face closer to her ear. A smug smile split my lips as I felt her shivered. I grabbed her belly and whispered softly, soothingly, "Little girl, I can show you some lessons in submission and I promise you'll enjoy every bit of it." She began to writhe in an attempt to get free from my grasp. "I don't think so little girl, you belong to me now," I said, bringing back my eyes to meet hers, I quickly realized she could get lost in the heat of my stare-with a blissful contentment, a burst of her arousal filled into the air and she didn't have any idea that I had drank in her sweet intoxicating arousal. Of course, most mortals are clueless. In one of the split seconds, I flipped her body to the nearest sofa with a sized of bed. She stared up at me in shock. I smiled wickedly and purred, "Let's get you ready for the lesson phase one." I bent her down and she tried leaping her feet to touch the ground. I caught her legs to steady where I wanted it to be. "Fuck! Draze, let go of me!" I wrapped her neck with my left hand in a secure grip and trapped her head against the soft padding of the sofa bed. I forced her legs apart with my knee and she gasped, "What the hell are you doing?" a fierce growl released from her throat. Anger flood into her eyes but her body trembled with excitement and later squirmed with heated intensity. ******** Simple, boring existence of Miss Feighla Sreene will turn upside down when she had to live in a world where all kinds of monster coexist; that, some will try to kill her... Others want to possess her. Warning: Contains graphic intimacy, intense humor, sexual violence and other dark themes you might find upsetting. Read at your own risk.

Leaning against the cold brick, it was colder than ever, since it's already June. Nevertheless, the leather-bound around my arms along with the smoke and nicotine from my cigarette kept me warm. This place might have been long forgotten by the students. I blew out the chain of smoke past my lips turning my head just in time to catch a glimpse of a young girl. I brought the stick between my fingers down and blinked twice, focusing on the direction she headed. My eyes narrowed, as I followed the girl's movement. Every step she took indicated that she knew her way around every corner of this place. But she hadn't noticed my presence yet. She walked toward the wooden chair with her head down, delicate fingers wrapped tightly around her arms, a show of defiance against the bitter air. She looked very familiar. I tried to remember her but stopped as soon as my brain sizzled and the cigarette burning in my hand had aroused a diverting thought out of me. Then she saw me, her eyes widened. A show of expectation that I shouldn't be where I was. As if on cue, she said, her voice came out like liquid as if it could melt the ungraceful icy weather around us. "I'm sorry... I didn't know you're here," she blushed. My eyebrows caved downward, imperceptibly. I brought the cigarette up to my lips as I neared her and inhaled, taking a long drag, teasing her. I exhaled and the trick of smoke drifted between us. When the smoke faded away, I found her crystal blue eyes boring into mine. I realized she wasn't wearing any makeup, and that she was a beauty. Nope, she was stunning. My jaw locked and my hands clenched. The burning ashes of my cigarette, was enough pain to stop myself from doing something uncharacteristically reckless. I can see it. She was innocent. ****** What happens when an innocent and sweet Ava Clinn attracts the most dangerous man?! Warning: Contains depressing and mature scenes. A graphic intimacy that may be difficult to stomach. Read at your own risk.