'𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.' |18+| ❝Look at you so open and sexy bent over in nothing but your heels.❞ He compliments, caressing my ass. ❝...oh god...❞ I plead with my eyes looking at him through the mirror, legs trembling and pussy throbbing. ❝Yes Belle, ask for forgiveness because we're doing this all night.❞ And he enters me. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Annabelle Alvarez tries her best to hide her low self esteem under her bubbly and perfectionist personality. Having one rule in life which is to stay out of trouble and avoid any unnecessary attention, she seems to re-consider it when she comes crashing down on the shoe of Grey Blackwell. ... Grey Blackwell is the CEO of the Blackwell industries and one of the richest bachelors in the country. He doesn't exhibit any weaknesses or fear, displays no emotion and definitely doesn't express love because well, he has no intention of doing so but Belle made him aware of how bright life is. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Known as the girl who got pregnant for a stranger as a teenager, she grew up to be a fierce and independent woman. But behind her outer appearance, hides a betrayed and lonely girl. Grey Blackwell just storms his way into her life, crashing all the walls it took years to build up. He's someone who never found love and she's someone who gave up on love. They might feel like strangers but when skeletons start to creep out, they both realize their relationship goes way back. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ❝What do you want?❞ I ask taking a step back. ❝You.❞ His lips comes crashing down on mine as he cages me to the wall. ❝I'm going to fuck the hatred out of you Belle.❞ ❝Then try me, Grey.❞ ━━━━━━

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ‎𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,── you don't truly know anyone you meet, a friend, family member, or even your love interests could be nothing but a lie. Stepping over the caution tape, taped from wall to wall, entering the horrifically gory crime scene. Without question, Detective Wilmarie Denise could only imagine what truly lies within a merciless setting. The victim's body sat perfectly still, stiff in a chair, blood covering the depth of her face. The scraping of her knuckles and the blood under her nail could only have given signs that the victim didn't have an issue fighting back. On the right arm of the victim, there was an engraved crest that had been burned into her skin. It was unquestionable that this was a branding of the murderous victims that trafficked these innocent girls. Detective Denise stood, her arms crossed deeply over her chest, listening to the shuttering of the camera. The small whispers and whimpering from the other side of the crime scene cautioned tape. These crimes had been consecutively happening all over the streets of Manhattan. It had become something regular to her. Whomever the killer was had no heart, and was nothing less than a monster.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...