Nyx, Carolina, Adelaide, Anaheim, Sasha, Alice and Roxy are all the devil's children. Raised by the devil himself, they thrive on destroying people's lives. They will kill anyone that interferes with their plans. Together they will set this world on fire.
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I was in a blindingly white room with equally white floors. The nurses were vigorously trying to clean up a pool of blood with a mop, working quickly. I knew they couldn't see me, that I was just watching a simple memory. What the hell was this? It seemed familiar but I couldn't remember a damn thing about this room.
Taking in my surroundings, I noticed the blood stains on the walls. They must have been recent since they were a fresh, brighter red, the blood not oxidizing yet. My head whipped around the room, taking in the operating table, the instruments lying on a tray, the electroshock machine in the corner, the doctor's sinister eyes as he places a gag on the same countertop as the sleek chrome sink. I gagged, having a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew I had electroshock therapy, knew it had erased seven years of my memory. I didn't want to remember this.
I watched myself in horror as the heavy white door opened, a girl identical to me shoved into the room. I stumbled, confused as I took in the sight that was before me. I reached out towards her, wanting her to know what was to come.
I watched, horrified, as my past self started panicking, trying to escape. I watched them pick me up and strap me onto the table, protesting, then shoving a gag in my mouth. My eyes widened as the evil doctor cranked up the machine, saw myself convulsing, twitching, eyes rolling in the back of my head. The desire to kill these evil people consumed my mind, becoming my only repetitive thought.
Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series.
Warning: Mature Audiences Only!!
-Strong Sexual Content
-R-rated language
-Adult situation
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Book Two in the I Am Not A Prostitute series.
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Summary:
"I hope you remember me. I hope you see something that reminds you of me. And I hope you smile and remember the memories we created together. And I hope your throat tightens up, and it finally hits you..." I felt a tear burning down my cheek
"You never should have let me go."
I slammed the phone down, my breathing was heavy, like someone was standing on my chest.
I glanced outside, and stared at the rain that fell in sync with my tears.
Come back to me, Sinister.
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Sinister Velkov was the leader of the Russian Mafia, after falling in love with a beautiful girl named Calla, he couldn't keep himself away. They fell in love, and got married. He thought he could protect her from the dangerous life of being a mob bosses wife. But he was wrong, no one is safe from the drugs, guns and death of organized crime. So he sent her away, hoping to keep her safe, promising to never see her again...
Loving someone is a sacrifice, you give them the power to destroy you, and that's exactly what they do.
Sinister Velkov was the Devil himself, but everyone knows...the Devil was once an angel.
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