Stella panted as she lay there in the quiet room. She thought, “I must fight. I must escape. I must find a way out. I can’t give up.”Stella looked at the man at her side and saw that his eyes was closed. She couldn’t see his face, but she could tell by his steady breath that he was asleep. It seems he was knocked out. It was probably the drug. But it probably wasn’t going to last either. This is her small window of opportunity. It’s now or never.She looked down at her legs were tied but it wasn’t fully knotted. She could still wiggle free. Her long and slender legs could reach the pillow and use her toes to reach for the broken mirror. She could move it up to where she got it into her mouth. She’s flexible enough. Once she gets it in her hands, she can slice herself free.“Yes, I could do that,” she thought.After about ten minutes of wiggling around she finally loosened her legs free.Stella edged her feet lower to reach the pillow. She finally got the broken mirror in between her
Sebastian’s hands flipped on the light next to the door and saw the woman standing in front of him. He inhaled the beauty standing in front of him.Stella tilted her head slightly noticing that the man standing in front of him was a handsome, young, man, completely opposite of what the rumors were. He was tall, dark, and fine looking. He was ripping with muscles. He was bulky to where he would be able to keep his woman warm all night.Sebastian edged closer to her and like a skilled ninja took the broken mirror out of her hands. He was swift enough that it didn’t slice her hands. He chuckled at the piece of glass that cut him. He flipped the mirror to where both their reflection was on it. He then gazed at her with a quick glance.“You’re not Amy,” said Sebastian, crossly.“Of course not,” answered Stella.“Then who are you?”“Stella.”“Stella?” asked Sebastian, folding his arms, carefully looking at her.“Yes. Stella Wood.”“Oh, a sister or relative of Amy?”“Stepsister. And who are
“Oh, no, I’m doing it. My bloodline is kicking in. I’m letting my beauty and body seduce him. And I am not even intentionally doing it," thought Stella.“Imagine if you really were, how this man would die in our arms tonight,” said her conscious.“Shut up. Shut up- My body- My body is getting hot. But why?” Stella looked at him and saw his fingers stroking her neck. She didn't flinch away as she liked what he was doing. She found his touch, cool and electrifying. Making her skin perked for more.“Something is wrong,” thought Stella. Her mind being blurred for a moment. “My body is acting up. It’s like I want to be touched. Aching for more. Ohhhh, how I soooo want this man.”Stella was clenching her fist tightly at trying to not make a sound to his gentle stroke."Oh but let him," said her conscious.Sebastian's hands was moving to her bra and he was swaying his fingertips at her big bosoms. "How white she is. I wonder if she would look like this all the way around," he thought.“Damn
“YES! You can choose to do whatever you want with your magic.” “Oh, I can use the magic to make myself a better person. I can learn how to read and write. I can learn to cook and clean. I can learn to educate myself and one day be able to support myself and not have to rely on this shitty family anymore. I can one day have my own money. Have my own place. Have a home to go to.” “A waste of magic and power I say.” “But you don’t understand in this world and in today’s generation, I cannot use any magic or power. If I do, I will be weeded out by the government and I will end up being study on. Even be experimented on. I’m sure that’s not the path you and I both want to go on about.” “Hmm. Very well. I would advise you to choose something that would make lots and lots of money. A talent that can make you earn more than just freedom. Unimaginable wealth.” “Yes. I know that. Money in today’s world is the only way I can gain freedom. Once I do, I can live a carefree life. I don’t have t
Dear Readers, this novel is in the modern era, with fantasy mix, dark, and twisted romance. There is physical and verbal abuse, sexual harassment, betrayal, cheating/infidelity, tortures, BDSM, sex (lots of explicit scenes).Stella was pushed into a red and dark room. The room was decorated with a sex scene theme. There were ropes, straps, and chains on the bed. She frowned as she knew exactly what type of scenario, she was in. She was in a pleasure room. A room where the man will come and seek pleasure from a woman for one night. Doing whatever they wanted to do. From BDSM to hardcore sex all night long. She was going to be used as a sex toy for the rich men of her father’s company.Stella turned around to look at her stepmother and father.“You will be replacing your sister. So, you better do your job well,” said Stella’s stepmother, Eliza Wood. She was a woman in her mid-forties. She had medium size length hair and brown eyes.Stella glared at his stepmother.“Make sure you pleasur
Stella inhaled sharply. She couldn’t believe this woman’s words. She couldn’t believe this woman still hates her mother. Even after she went and destroyed her mother. Having her mother killed and all.Stella exhaled with anger. She couldn’t believe that this woman is treating her like an animal. Selling her off to whomever she pleases. “You know, if you do a good job, he will probably even notice you. He might take an interest in you. Even if you’re not me,” said Amy.“Yes! So, make sure he doesn’t notice that you’re not Amy,” said Eliza, puffing angrily at Stella. "Wait until the morning to tell him that you're Stella." She walked over to Stella and continue smiling with a wicked grinned, "Who stole her precious sister's place."Stella gasped at her mother's schemes.Stella's stepmother chuckled. "But by then he already slept with you. And there is nothing he could do about it." “Maybe you can become his mistress and you be able to live a rich life, supporting us for once," said Am
Stella let out a soft scoff. “So, this is why you were treating me nice the past few days. You were planning to use me to pleasure this old man of your company. You were planning to use me to raise yourself in rank,” she thought.Stella thought it was foolish of her to even think that her father had changed. Or more, her stepmother. She should have foreseen it. She should have known. There were red flags everywhere.Stella gritted her teeth. She should have noticed something was off when they started treating her nicely. They were treating her more kindly than usual. Feeding her, giving her nice clothes, talking sweetly to her. What a fool she was. The signs were there, she just chose to ignore it. For once in her life, she thought they had changed. But she was an idiot. How very wrong she was.Like everyone else, the maids, the servants, the butler, they all treated her unkindly. They never once treated her like she was a human being. They treated her like she was a plague. Like she
Stella huffed angrily. Then tears ran down her face. She laughed hysterically and thought of the past.FLASHBACKStella was thirteen years old.Eliza toss Stella onto the cold cement floor. She kicked Stella hard in the stomach.“Gahh!” cried Stella as she felt the sharp pointy heel stabbing her in the stomach. Stella started to grunt in pain as she started bleeding.“You bitch! If you ever tried to take any boyfriend of your sister again, I will kill you!” shouted Eliza.Adrian was walking down the wine cellar’s stairs. “What’s going on?” he asked.“Nothing,” said Eliza, folding her hands into her arms.Adrian came down the stairs and looked at Stella. He tilted his head at the child as she lay there holding her stomach. Then she spotted blood down in her lower groin. He frowned and looked at Eliza. He sighed and asked, “Eliza, don’t you think your harsh treatment have gone far enough?”“Humph. I don’t care.”Adrian didn’t say anything but held his cold expression. “She’s not here fo