Completion Chapter 212
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With Brack's new glasses, I was back to not seeing his eyes again. I'm not sure why he wanted them covered all the time. I wondered if children teased him when he was young. Kids could be awful. I'm sure they didn't appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different.
I kicked his ass in racquetball and he kicked mine on the mat. This was not self-defense. Brack truly wanted me to kill this guy. I'm not sure why it was so important to him. I also understood on a deeper level that I was scared shitless. The thought of going toe to toe with a killer froze my insides.
Fight or flight, Brack called it. I didn't tell him how terrified I was, but he knew. Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me.
"There's a time to run and there's a time to kill this motherfucker. That's what you're training for."
I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could count. Brack was rightwhen I fell into bed that night, I was too tired to think about what he did in the shower. I have no memory of him climbing in beside me.
I, however, woke up first and hid his glasses with a satisfying smirk of my own. Then I prepared breakfast. I picked up several vegetables from the floor and examined them. A little bruised, but they would work. I held a yellow squash in my hand and the damn thing reminded me of a butt plug. Not that I'd ever owned one, I thought as a thrill went directly to my pussy. What the hell was Brack thinking?
I cooked the squash with spinach and onions for an omelet filling. Brack pulled a pillow over his head with a groan when the smells filled the hut. I let him sleep. I wasn't the only one who got their ass kicked the day before. I insisted on jogging to the hangar and back. While he was able to speak, he whined. Heavy breathing kept him quiet when even whining was too much.
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I nudged the bed with a knee. "Sit up, big boy, I brought you breakfast in bed."
He pushed the pillow off his face. "You sure are chirpy this morning," he grumbled.
"Don't tempt me or I'll start singing. Then you'd see seagulls falling dead from the sky."
His sleepy grin had my heart picking up in tempo. "That bad?" he asked.
"A fitting punishment for you if you don't take this plate. My omelet's cooking, so hurry." I shoved the plate and a fork at him. He arranged his pillows behind his back and took his breakfast from me. I ran over to check my omelet hoping it hadn't burned.
"Ah, there's green stuff in this." I glanced up and saw the most priceless look on his face. He'd peeled back the top of the omelet and stared at the insides in horror.
Truthfully, I'd never cooked for a man before and I was nervous. There was no way he would get away with not eating this meal. "It's good for you. How the hell do you keep your body in such great shape if you don't eat vegetables?"
"This shit does not a body make." He gave me puppy dog eyes. "I supplement my diet with protein powder when needed. I'm allergic to green," he continued with his pouty face.
I fought a smile. "Too bad, I made it and you're eating it. It's a good start for a day of training." I put both hands on my hips for emphasis. "Don't make me come over there and force feed you."
He looked back down at his plate, lifted his fork, and took a tentative bite. I watched him chew. Finally he met my eyes again. "Needs cheese, but it's edible. Don't think you've turned me into a vegetarian, though."
That got a laugh from me. "I'm a meat eater, too. You need good carbs for a healthy body. Lots and lots of green. Be sure to eat every last bite- or- you're not getting your aviators back."
His eyes went to the table by the bed and he shook his head in defeat. "Yes, mother."
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I laughed and went back to preparing my omelet. After he ate his last bite, I returned his glasses without a word. We took a quiet walk along the shore after eating. It gave me a chance to ask a question or two.
I bent over and picked up a shell. "So you left the police force and did what?"
Brack put his hand out and I handed him the shell. He skipped it across the water. "I was out of shape after my injury, so I started a hard workout routine to fix the problem. When I was ready, I called Mack, who I grew up with, and talked him into working with me."
"So you specialize in saving women from stalkers."
That gained me a brief flash of teeth. "Not quite. We do handle our fair share of celebrities who tend to have stalker problems, but we also handle family security problems."
"Families?"
"Yes, and I don't share their information. We work with elected government officials and keep their families safe if there's a threat."
Interesting. I never considered the political stalker theory. "Do you think there's a chance this guy is after me because of my father?"
"These characters have a million reasons. Could be your father, your tennis celebrity status, or he just saw you in public or on TV one day. Then he fell in sick love. He's a whack-job. Mack's working several different angles."
"My father thinks it's tennis. Everything was great when I was a kid and tennis was my life. Now, him and his old-fashioned roots want me looking to the future and doing something worthwhile." I stopped and squished my toes into the cool sand.
Brack stopped, too. "Sounds like most fathers. Have you thought about what you'll do after hanging up your racquet?"
The sand felt wonderful. "Not really. My bachelor's degree is in economics because it made my father happy. I didn't care at the time and just wanted to play tennis. I only have a few more good years in me." The thought made me sad so I tossed out another question. "So what about you? Do you plan on risking your life for years to come?"
Pink flushed his cheeks. "My job is not nearly as dangerous as you think it is. Most of it's boring."
I handed him another heavier shell. "So I'm boring, huh?"
He laughed again. "Anything but. You, at least, have half a chance of keeping yourself safe once I'm no longer on the job."
"I take it most of your clients don't."
His expression grew serious. "Once my job is complete, most hire other protection and live like the entire world is out to get them. I watched too many good men die to live like that. Life on the street as a cop taught me that, too. If you're scared, they win. You can do everything right and end up hit by a bus. Vivere sua ultima quasi quotidiana."
I knew Latin but it surprised me that he did. Brack's unkempt appearance hid a sharp mind. Live every day like it's your last. "Do you do that?"
The heavy shell skipped six times when he tossed it. "I try."
"Ty terrifies me."
Brack turned and removed his glasses. I wanted him to kiss me so badly it was a physical pain in my belly. I needed to stop questioning the attraction I had for him. Stop dwelling on the why and work on a different tactic that would put his cock where I ached the most.
"He should. You just can't let it rule you. Seize the day."
I almost groaned aloud with need. I had to somehow snap out of Brack induced orgasm cravings. I gave him a nervous smile. "And kill the motherfucker."
"Exactly."
"If Mack finds this guy, what makes you think I'll need to know the things you're teaching me?"
His serious expression remained. "There's always another crazy motherfucker out there. Now come on. Our food's settled and we can swim."
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8 77Dominantly yours (Unedited)
He was coming close and close. I tried to move rightwards but due to my attire and jewellery i feel i was not fast enough and i felt his left hand encircling around my waist.With his touch i felt a sensation in my entire body going through my spinal cord and my heartbeat it had no boundaries. I closed my eyes tightly and kept my face down and trying to get out of his hold. I was looking like a petite frame under his hold with my small height in comparison to his beastly size. I was not wearing any heels right now and barely reached upto his shoulders. I was not able to understand what he was trying to do but i didn't dare to open my eyes.I felt his another hand on my chin and he lifted my face."Leave me" i said nervously and was not able to bear this much of our proximity."First open your eyes" he said tightening his grip on my waist.He is 28 and she is 23.Anirudh and Sona totally opposite souls are bound together.Let's see what destiny has stored for them.#SOHANIImpressive rankings.#1 out of 12.9k in motivation October 2021#1 out of 12.9k in motivation April May 2022#1 out of 104k in betrayal June 2022
8 205My Salvation (CURRENTLY EDITING)
Book 1 in 'Mend Series'He screams at me, slapping my face twice, 'You deserve all of this! You don't even deserve to live. You should die and do me a favour!'I shield my face, making him more furious. He stopps slapping and I had only few seconds to catch my breath when he kicked my wounded ribs from previous beatings. I screamed, thinking it was loud enough, but was just an feeble attempt to stop Aadil. At that moment, the flashbacks of me being tied to a rod, with my parents enjoying the blood pouring out started playing. It's repeating all over again, and this time I may not survive to escape.I was taken back in time. I feel I am back at that hostage room and me escaping to get out of this country is failing miserably. I mumbled with the little energy I held, 'Mum, Dad, please stop...'But again, it was of no use, as my vision is displaying full of colourful, dancing dots. My breathing is becoming frantic every second, trying not to pass out, but it seems my body doesn't want to keep up with all of this. If this is really my ending, so be it. With that thought, the peace that I always imagined is starting to consume me. This is the end for me. I can finally rest peacefully.The sound of Aadil's voice coming from a wide distance somehow is keeping me awake. Wasn't he by my side? Maybe, maybe he realized how wrong he was all this time. Maybe, just maybe...His voice, that's filled with agony, whispers in a forlorn voice 'I'm sorry Hayati. Please stay alive. Don't leave me...'___________________#9 in spiritual ( 29th October 2017)#6 in spiritual (10th December 2017)#5 in spiritual (11th December 2017)
8 157CAPTIVATED
"Alixandria," He whispered my name. His hand was still wrapped around my wrist. My eyes fluttered open and I was caught in his gaze. I was drawn to the silver color in the center of his eyes, his full lips. I still felt a high even more so when he came closer. His hand was now playing with my fingers while the other one gently stroked my cheek. His touch left a trail of fire. My face felt hot. "What is this?" I practically whimpered. I had never felt so physically turned on.Idris's chest heaved too, as if our contact also made him breathless. He was staring at our hands he intertwined. "It's our pull Alixandria," he looked back deep into my eyes, "I told you, you're my soulmate." ~No matter where Alixandria Ross goes, Idris seems to be there for her and an almost fatal encounter reveals the truth of what Idris is and a confession that unsteadies her life. She's his soulmate, but there's just one problem...She already has a soulmate, her boyfriend Henry. However, Idris seems determined to prove otherwise.____________________________________________________________________________Story Rated Mature: some strong language, sexual scenesCategory: ROMANCE/PARANORMAL ROMANCE (read the tags lol)
8 109Edward {ManXMan} ✔
Being a prince is lavish. You can get what you want when you want. However you like it. Life as a prince was grand for the young prince of Dallington, he had a friend who was by his side from childhood, he had a knight who when he was not fighting for his safety, was warming his bed during the night. Everything was perfect until the Prince's lover is called to war and never returned. A new face shows up just in time to heal his wounds. Will the prince move on, or would he hold on to the hope that dear Edward was still alive.Cover by the amazing @Loutka
8 101ALPHA ONYX {BOOK 1}
{BOOK1}XXXX MATURE CONTENT AND LANGUAGE XXXX RATE R XXX 18+Avaluna was a small-town girl who moved to the USA with her family from England. She was kind, loving, funny and stubborn. She had a perfect life. A perfect guy. Alpha Onyx was a brute, a sadistic, impatient, cold heartless man. What happens when the big bad alpha kidnaps her on impulse? He broke our kiss. Both panting for air and lips red and swollen. "Are you wet for me?" he purred in my ears.My eyes widen at his question, realizing what I did. I broke from my lust fog. Get a grip of yourself Luna! "NO!" I squeal."You sure?" his hand trail the waistband of my jeans teasingly. I can hear the lust in his voice."Y-Yes." my voice sounds like a squeezie toy. Brilliant.He brushes his nose against the side of my neck and inhales, "I can smell you." I crush my thighs together. The arrogant prick smirk against my neck," I bet those panties are covered in your juice? Why don't you show me how soaked you are?"I slapped his hand away and spun around facing him. Bloody brilliant. I gulp realizing just how close he is to me. " You think rather highly of yourself. Don't you? Sorry, but you're not my type mate." I gulp when I saw the impish twinkle in his eyes. Buggar.He leans in resting his hands beside my hips on the sofa caging me in. My breathing hitched. There was nowhere to run. His body wasn't touching mine, but boy did I want it to. " Not your type huh? So... you wouldn't mind if I check?"--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Copyright law ... All rights reserved to CherryKel only. No one is allowed to plagiarize, repost this story or anything else that comes to mind, without the author's written and signed consent.
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