"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you."
In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire.
I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil.
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Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage.
In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long.
Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen.
But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter?
They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil."
With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her.
Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker.
Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge?
If so, then who's next?
As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
Anastasia
I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought.
He wants revenge.
And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his.
Aleksandr
She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again.
Now I have her, my little foster sister.
As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go.
Triggers Warnings :
- use of weapons (guns, knives...)
- abuse
- sex content
- killing
- violence
- CNC
This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.