Novels by Dolapo

I stood alone in front of the door, my hand still resting on the cool wood, my heart doing something stupid and uneven in my chest. Was this normal for them? Disappearing like smoke whenever they felt like it?I pushed the door open slowly.The room wasn't what I expected. No chains. No trophies. Just dark wood, low lights, shelves crowded with books that actually looked read, not just placed there to look expensive. A record player sat in the corner, dusty at the edges. And above me, painted straight onto the ceiling, was a night sky. Stars. A whole galaxy, badly done, like whoever painted it hadn't quite known what they were doing but tried anyway."You're staring," Ethan said.I jumped. He was sitting in the chair by the door, one leg crossed over the other, watching me like he'd been there the whole time and I just hadn't noticed."You painted that," I said, ignoring him completely, pointing up at the ceiling.He didn't answer right away."I was twelve," he finally said, like that

‎"Welcome to where you belong," the driver said, stretching out his hand. His eyes were golden, more like a pure wolf from birth.‎"Where I belong?" His words echoed again in my mind like I’d missed something important.‎I shifted my gaze to Ethan, hoping to hear from him, but he kept quiet.‎"This is not where I belong," I said sharply, still staring at Ethan who was avoiding my eyes.‎My gaze shifted back to the driver. I took a quick glance at his lean build, expecting a clue from him too. But there was none.‎"Actually, I’m Andrew. People call me Andy," he said, shifting his hands closer, still hoping I’d reach out.‎My eyes scanned him from head to toe. He wasn’t very tall, just about up to Ethan’s height, but darker, with thick eyebrows.‎"Looks like we’ve got a newbie around!"‎A girl walked elegantly out of the house. ‎Her Curly brown hair danced around her beautiful face as she looked up at me.‎She looked beautiful, but fierce.‎"Let’s go in," Ethan said softly, stretching

‎Ethan stood gallantly, not minding what would come next. ‎Darius chuckled, moving only one side of his cheek.‎"Where are your manners, Ethan?" another head of a family snapped, rising to his feet in anger. ‎His face tightened, he looked like someone who had been waiting for the right opportunity to unleash his anger at Ethan.‎"Perhaps his mother, Racheal, didn’t give him proper training," the head of the Lester family said, stepping closer.‎"So his mother is Racheal... the head of the Fearless family?"‎I muttered in my mind, raising an eyebrow. Now I understood. ‎That explained why he was attending this meeting and why his presence didn’t feel strange anymore.‎Ethan chuckled, but his smile slowly faded into anger. ‎"Why don’t you ask her... in her grave?" he replied coldly, stepping closer to the man.‎His eyes glowed. ‎They were golden.‎A werewolf. ‎"What?" I gasped aloud in shock, realizing he was just like me.‎"Ethan!" Darius called urgently, but Ethan’s wolfish

‎Ethan’s face stayed strong, cold, and straight. For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t say anything. Then suddenly, he smiled. It was faint, almost careless, like none of it mattered to him.‎“I’m not interested,” he said calmly, his voice steady. “Whatever happened to my mother is in the past. I have no reason to search for her killer.”‎The words made my chest tighten. I stared at him, studying his face, and I knew he was hiding something. No one hears a truth like that and dismisses it so easily. Darius looked furious at first, his eyes dark with anger, but as Ethan spoke, I saw his tension ease. His jaw relaxed, and the storm in his expression slowly faded.‎Darius walked closer to the old slave and leaned down to her ear. He whispered something I couldn’t hear. Ethan’s eyes never left them. Neither did mine. Whatever Darius said seemed to drain her completely. She went quiet, her body sagging as if the strength had been pulled from her.‎Darius straightened and signaled to the guar

‎I didn't quite understand what he meant. 'Who deserves to die?' I questioned myself, starring at his resentful eyes. ‎Even in curiosity, I still wanted him to fuck me so hard that I could nearly breath. His eyes strode down to my wet pussy. My nipple hardened immediately. ‎"You should get dressed or we'll be late." He said coldly then walks out of my room. ‎"Why the sudden cold behavior?" I hissed, rolling my eyes in disappointment. ‎The little moment we shared together still lingered in my mind. It feels like there's a connection between us, one I did not understand. ‎"I stink. " I sniffed with my teeth clenched. ‎"I think I need the bathroom or the bathroom needs me." I muttered, getting down fromm the bed gently. I scoffed at my panties, laying on the ground. ‎It was now I remembered the exhaustion I got while having sex with Darius earlier. " My butt hurts." I shrugged, still picturing how Darius big dick rode my ass angrily. ‎The bathroom was quite a distance from the be

‎They say time heals everything. ‎But time didn’t heal me. It only taught me how to survive.‎I stared at the silver-framed mirror hanging on the wall, my reflection blurred by a streak of dust. Same eyes. Same hollow stare. Same collar with the Light family crest pressing against my throat like a curse I couldn’t escape.‎They took everything from me.‎My mother. My sisters. My home in Springville.‎"Selene!" ‎His voice boomed again, sharp like a whip crack.‎Darius Light. The man who owned me. The man who destroyed my world and made me his personal slave.‎"Yes, Master," I answered, steady as always. As I turned to him, my heart didn’t listen—it raced.‎Twelve years, and I still couldn’t breathe right when he called. ‎But I wasn’t weak. ‎Not anymore.‎"Off with your panties!" Darius snapped loudly out of anger, pulling off his shirt. I kept trembling in fear, as my legs couldn't hold me up. I was sweating profusely even before the sex, hoping to scream and that someone would