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Bethany Chase One Night At The Lake A

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. The moment she did, his fingers curled around the wooden rail of the steps, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moved. A slow, deliberate step up onto the patio. Panic slammed into her. *No no no.* Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 30.8K Views

One wild night turned forever with a ceo

Does this mean the other times weren’t a prank ?  The other times I caught you with other ladies in my house on my bed wasn’t a prank. Courtney screamed at her boyfriend of three years, who she had just caught fucking his boss on their anniversary. She already knew the answer. In a moment of anger, she picked up a lamp, threw it at him and fled the scene. As she fled the scene, the woman’s words kept ringing in her head. " I didn’t seduce you, Jason. She is going to find out sooner or later. So why not tell her the truth, tell her how you told me to file a divorce against my husband because you love me, tell her how you begged me to ride your hard cock, because she wouldn’t. Don’t act all innocent now, Jason". Determined to get the memories out of her head, she walked slowly across the road, hoping for a car to take her life. Unable to kill herself, she stepped into a club, with the hopes of getting drunk, but she ended up having a one-night stand with Alexander, the youngest and richest ceo in the city. After a night of pleasure, she got arrested for assault, but was later released by Alexander, who proposed a contract for her to be his personal sex toy, but she declined. *** Five years later, her son needed urgent heart surgery which she couldn’t afford. She tried all means but no one seemed to work. She had no other option but to turn to Alexander, the father of her son, who she didn't know was now married. He was going to save the boy who he wasn't too sure was his son, only if she agreed to disappear from their lives. Will Alexander succeed in taking her child away from her without a fight, or will her son succeed in bringing them together? Find out how this story unfolds. Ps: I love you all.
Yemzy100 · 9.8K Views

Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do? Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos. But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express. Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is. And he rejects her. Because of course he does. Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate. Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands. -- Update schedule: 3-4x a week -- This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance. Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, too much supernatural whosits and whatsits, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.
Lenaleia · 774.4K Views

Waitress in the day, Vampire at night

*Excerpt* "Argh..." Ellie forced herself to stop moving, and she pushed the man dragging her away by her arm with all the strenght she could muster. "Aren't you listening to me? He's only a child. Please." she pleaded. The man was as solid as a concrete wall, and although he barely moved a step away despite the force she used in pushing him, her actions seemed to have made him stop dragging her. Or maybe not. Because the next second, she heard the sound of the sole of a shoe hit the ground, then another, and another... Turning around in apprehension, she realized the painter had finally turned from his painting and was walking toward her. Her bones froze instantly. His face... She had no words to describe how beautiful he was, even though his skin was almost white. His dark brown hair fell over his forehead, almost covering his dangerously cold dark grey eyes. His steps were slow and majestic, making him look like a top ranked demon walking out of hell with just one agenda — to end her miserable life. He reeked of bloodlust, and the aura around him radiated death and destruction. The hairs on her skin stood up in reaction to the threat approaching her, and knowing she couldn't outrun him, she fell on her knees. "P-please, I-im s-sorry for disturbing you a-and pushing him. My brother is only a child. He's sick and I'm the only one he has. If you must imprison me, then I beg you to at least take him to an orphanage." Ellie pleaded, stuttering for the first time in her life, her eyes fixed on the floor. A moment later, she felt a cold finger touch her chin, pushing her head. When that was done, he took off her mask, exposing her face. Ellie's heart was beating wildly by this time. There was no trace of warmth, neither did any emotion register on his face upon seeing her complete facial features. It was just plain, cold, blankness. "You are in no position to make demands." His lips finally moved, and the words that came out of his mouth crushed Ellie's heart. "It's not a demand. Just a request. I don't want him to die." She persisted. "What makes you think I would grant such a request?" "Because it's the right thing to do." Ellie gave the obvious answer, but his face twisted like she just spit poison at him. "Do I look like someone who gives a fuck about doing the right thing?" "No!" Ellie answered truthfully. "I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Saving my brother is not the right thing. It is the wrong thing. In fact, I can assure you it is the wrongest thing to do." She made a quick U-turn, and the painter's brows flew up in surprise for just a second, before his next order jumped out of his mouth. "Take her away." *** Life dealt Ellie Sander a cruel blow when her parents suddenly died in a car crash, leaving her to cater for her five year old anaemic brother, whose ability to walk was affected by the same crash. With no money, no stable job, and no help coming from anywhere, she was forced to take advantage of the insecurity in their town to fend for herself and her brother. Being a waitress in the day and a fake Vampire at night, she raised enough money and all went well until one night when she met with the real vampire, and her freedom was taken away.
Veekee_Lee · 133.5K Views

FALL FOR ONE NIGHT

Few hours he walked her into the room lean her on the bed, she held his wear. Stares into his eye “Love, I know you were going to come back to me, you know it hasn’t been easy for me without” she said tipsy, she loses her hand from his wear. “I hope you didn’t forgot to buy Son a hamburger, I forgot to get him one. Have you taken your drugs, is over there, go take your drugs and come give me a massage” He stood up. “Love where are you going to, come give your darling wife a kiss, come on” he stares at her. “I really have to go, Ma” he sits side her on the bed “You are my husband have you forgetting, I want to place my head on your chest, kiss your lips” she gaps. “Ma, you need to sleep now” He stood up to leaving. “I can’t sleep without you love, and you know that babe” she exclaimed, he paused stares at her, walk back to the bed, sits. Caresses her cheeks, she was just starring at him as her eyes keep goggling so sleepy. “I know this might not be right, but this how I feel and I hope you don’t hate me when you found out, you been the woman of my fantasy. I might be a dead man if I let this night pass me” kissing her lips. “I’m sorry Ma, it just this one thing, my lust for you, my one-time opportunity, to have this sexy body of yours. At this very moment is beyond my control, let me be this Romeo just this night. I hope you forgive me if you got to know about this, what I just did” he said in his mind, he has his wears strips off, as he makes haste pulling her wears, even at then he senses danger, but at same time couldn’t let his fears overwhelm his erotic emotion. The next morning, Kaima wake up turned “Jesus, oh my gosh” Mohammed jump up, held his chest. As she stares at herself under the blanket “what…, did this happened?” so curious as her eye stead on him. “It…, We” he terrible “Get out, get out of my room now!” she roared, he jumped out putting his wear. Kaima covered herself with the blanket, hidden her face under the blanket.
Eberechi_Emmanuel_9241 · 3.2K Views

Chasing Eternity

Was this world really enough? What are the best things one can achieve in this world? Marcus' mind was plagued by such thoughts throughout his youth. Thus he always strived to be the best at whatever he did. Despite being born into a privileged family with loving parents and siblings, he never took his advantages for granted and made as much use of them as he could. Born during the First World War, enlisted in the Second World War, and after surviving many near-death situations, Marcus often thought of living the best life possible. With a very healthy lifestyle with occasional cheat days, a very successful career with a decent work-life balance, a loving wife, 2 loving children, 3 loving grandchildren, and a very close-knit group of friends Marcus excelled in all aspects of life one could. However, as he lay on his deathbed at the age of 104, surrounded by his loving family, he felt both grateful and bitter. Grateful for the fulfilling life he had led and bitter because he knew just how much more he could have had if only he could live for a little longer, If only he were not restricted by the flow of time, if only he was immortal... Thus he took a final look at his loving family and then there was darkness. And in the darkness, a voice spoke: [YOUR WISH IS GRANTED. THE FLOW OF TIME WILL NOT PUSH YOU TOWARD DEATH. THE COST IS YOUR LIFE]. And thus began my second life. ============================================ Author's Note: This is my first proper novel (fingers crossed) and I will continue improving as we move ahead with the journey. I hope that all readers like my work but that is something close to impossible for a newbie like me. So if you find any part of the novel lacking, feel free, to be honest in the comments and let me know and I will try to improve those parts in the future chapters and existing chapters as well if possible without altering the story written so far. Also, English is not my native language, so I apologize in advance for any errors and in case you find any typos or grammatical errors, let me know through the comments and I will get them rectified. Current Schedule: 7 Chapters per week.
Unaware_Existence · 7K Views
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