"Cain, if you can't leave the streets for me and our baby, then me and you, we're done." I pointed between the two of us as tears streamed down my face and he bit his lip, looking down at the floor before he looked back up into my eyes. "Aight." "Shit over then, babygirl."

One night at a dingy night club, a man brought Janelle a drink and asked the bartender to slip her his business card. Out of boredom Janelle decides to contact him. Matheus Michelson is a bad man. He's cold, calculating and Cruel, he also has a masterclass poker face. So what started off as a simple harmless flirting has turned into a dangerous game of Cat and mouse. Janelle can run all she wants but Matheus loves the chase. "Will you surrender, Angel ... or do I have to make it hurt?"

Warning‼️This book contains abtruse topics such as Dark love, Abuse, Violence etc. You have been warned. "I thought after 3months of dealing with my anger, when I finally saw you again the desire to skin you alive and add your pretty skin to my collection would have died down." he said camly looking at me. His game on pause for a second. My heart dropped to my feet. My eyes were wandering between him and the items close to him as I blinked the tears away. "Sylas- please. You have to understand-" I felt more scared seeing as his attention was back on the board and not on me. Dying was an exceptional thing for me but death by Sylas I couldn't even begin to imagine. "Sprich nicht."(Don't speak.) His native tongue did something to me. I gulped being unable to look at his eyes even though they were on the chess board. "What did you think was going to happen Mäuschen?" he asked giving me his full attention. Every Fibre in my body wanted to run, my mind was screaming for me to run but I knew that wouldn't get me anywhere, it would just make him more excited. "Lay your hands on the table." he commanded moving the chess board further from him. I now wished he continued with his game. I didn't want all of his attention. I complied to his instruction with trembling hands knowing I had no choice. "Which finger did you use?" he asked casually grabbing the hammer and standing up causing a sob to wreck through me. I harshly bit into my bottom lip to stop the begging that was at the tip of my tongue, I knew he wouldn't listen, he only just wanted his answer but I had no control over my tears. .. She wishes she never met him, but wishes only come true in fairy tales.

Karma Brismé. 19 years old. 5 foot 7 brick house for sure. A face so beautiful you could say it was carved from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, actually she was once told. Bred from a white heroin addicted mother and fifty year old Haitian pimp. Attracting older men definitely ran in her blood. Archibald Jackson. 57 year old. 6 foot 5 Caucasion male. Millionaire ceo. He's watched his granddaughter (Laura) and Karma play and grow up together for years and he can't help the rush of emotions he feels at the sight of a now fully adulted Karma.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛. 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 1/2 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘈𝘭𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. Cover by me ᥫ᭡

"you know like when you alive but you're dead" 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

[There is spelling errors and it's confusing sometimes but I'll try my best to look for them before publishing a chapter] Forty-Two years old, lonely and in need of love. Luckily two best friend in their twenties knows just how to treat a woman... Any woman.. Of any age.

It felt like it was just yesterday I was simply a princess, living under the guidance of my parents. I remember the days when I was an innocent girl, wanting to rule over my people independently. The girl who spoke gracefully, but had the tongue of a snake when felt threatened. The princess who was ready for a battle and could wheel any weapon handed to her, and could take down her enemies within seconds. But now since my time on earth, I was no longer the simple princess, with a hot temper. Somehow me coming to earth had changed my life, entirely. I discovered the truth about my past, about me and my kingdom, that I didn't know exist. Changing my entire life and forcing me to grow into the Queen I was meant to become. This is my story, the version all Helixian history book failed to tell, about THE HIDDEN TRUTH. *************************** During my time on wattpad I have read numerous books but they were mostly of Caucasian decent and I could barely find a book about a black woman who was strong and could defeat all odds, but instead are used as sex objects, in my book there will be an inclusion of every race whether it be mixed or not just so everyone feels included. Please Like Comment Share I would really appreciate it thank you...

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟.

Demons love too. They don't tell you this, but they do. All they tell you is that they hide underneath our beds, in the closets, in the dark ally you pass on your way home late one night. They tell you they have red eyes, distorted ugly faces, cruel taunting voices. But these mythical creatures come from the devil. And the devil... he is beautiful, he's an angel. We forget sometimes but, he is an angel. And all his little friends are beautiful too. And they have eyes like the stars and smiles like gold. When they talk it's like a serenade. And when they touch you you're not sure if you're being ruined or healed. They don't hide under your bed, but underneath your sheets. Right there besides you. On top of you. Under you. Inside you. They're the ones you pass on the street, tall and handsome, meek and shy, doesn't matter. You notice them, you feel their presence and meet their gaze. Then you're lost, and imprisoned. And so you'll spend nights being loved by a demon who loves in all the oddest ways. They're people just like us. They're human too. But men like them have demons... they have something twisted inside them. The way a demon loves is ominous but beautiful. It'll lure you into always coming back, always wanting more, always losing yourself to demon-like sort of love. And so you'll wonder sometimes... "Maybe I've got demons too."