LOGINSome people walked into your life not to stay, but to carve out a part of you that would never belong to anyone else. He was that person-chaos I couldn’t tame, and I was a quiet he couldn’t understand. Together, we were both too much and still not enough.I didn’t know why I was even thinking about this.But I truly wanted to know what were we? Lovers, enemies, acquaintances?There was no word for the space we occupied in each other’s lives. No definition for the push and pull that tied us together like sea held by sand.I wondered if he ever thought about it too, about what we were. Or if I was just another name he’d forgotten before it even left his lips.I named it complicated.But complicated didn’t even begin to scratch the surface.Rara’s hands were gentle as she took the empty cup from my trembling grip. So softly as if she knew I needed the stillness. Her eyes were warm yet piercing, held mine for a moment too long, and I felt exposed in a way I hadn’t prepared for.“You’re ca
Sera’s POVHis mother was nothing like I imagined. Not the rude, foreboding woman my mind had painted despite being Judas Romanovski’s mother. Instead, she was a beam of light in this damn family of brooding men. It almost felt normal. Almost.“Sit, dear,” Rara said softly offering a warm smile. It was hard to believe that someone like her could exist in a family like this. I never judge a book by its cover, but the freaking Romanovski name screamed violence and nothing else.Her warm smile radiated an unwavering kindness, yet her presence carried an elegance I couldn’t grasp. Like the gentle breeze before a hurricane.“No, no, please, Mrs. Romanovski, I can—” I stammered, moving to pour the tea myself.But she placed a firm hand on mine, stopping me. “Nonsense. You’re Judas’s guest. Let me.”Guest… I wanted to scoff and drag her to the bedroom and show her what her dear son had been doing to me. But that would be embarrassing for me and her also. So I refrained.Her insistence was wr
Judas’s POV"Sit," Father commanded, not even bothering to look at me.I didn’t. Instead, I leaned harder against the desk, the corner digging into my back. It didn’t bother me. Hell, I welcomed the discomfort—it was better than dealing with this. Knowing damn well it’d piss him off. That’s what my motive was anyway. He just ruined my morning. "If you have something to say, just say it."He turned then and his dark eyes bore into mine before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his node. "You’ve become careless," he muttered coldly as if I was the biggest headache for him and not his precious daughter. "This is a safe house, not a brothel where you can bring any woman and fuck. She could be a spy for fuck’s sake.”Any woman?My lip unconsciously curled into a sneer. "She’s a nobody," I said flatly. "Just a body I happen to like."Strangely the words left my mouth like venom stinging me in my fucking throat. And they did. Father’s eyes narrowed."Nobody?" he repeated and took a step clo
The man’s dark eyes narrowed and I realised this conversation was going south. "Ты ебанулся?"("Have you lost your fucking mind?")"Я сделал то, что должен был."("I did what I had to. No one’s touching my family. Not Zayne, not Anya.")The man barked out a harsh laugh and I flinched. "I could’ve it handled. Tell me, son, is there something you’re hiding I am not aware of?”English. He used English. And I trembled. Son? Did he just called Judas….My eyes widended. Oh my god! Now I remembered where I saw him. On the magazine. Alexei Volkov. The Russian entrepreneur. Some say he had ties with mafia."Я ничего не скрываю."("I’m not hiding anything.")Alexei’s dark eyes were like twin daggers as he leaned forward. "Тогда объясни, пчто ты поджег склад, чтобы скрыть свои следы."("Then explain why you burned the warehouse.")There was a loud silence until I realised this was messier than anything. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping. There were talking about some risks, something burning and what
“Get dressed.”Two words. That’s all he said before he left the room before putting on his sweats and a half sleeved black t-shirt. It amused me how the cold never bothered him as if he was made of ice himself.I took my time bathing. And contemplated pulling out that… thing… out.Maybe I should. He wouldn’t know, right? I remained under the steaming water, letting it cascade over me like a shield against the chill that always seemed to cling to my skin, even in his absence. The thought nagged at me again. That thing. The freaking butt plug. It felt foreign, wrong. My fingers trailed over the spot and the faintest touch ignited the dull ache of its existence.He wouldn’t know. Couldn’t. Not if I was careful. He barely looked at me unless it was to order me around or remind me of the leash I wore.I turned off the shower and wrapped myself in a towel, pacing the small, suffocating space of the bathroom. Maybe I should pull it out. Just for some hours. My teeth worried my lip as the t
I woke up to soft murmuring of the birds.Didn’t know when I fell asleep in arms of a devil. All I remember was his hands on me. And that freaking… thing… inside me. The moment I thought of it, I became hyper aware.I lay still for several minutes, blinking and processing, my senses sensitive by the warmth of his body against mine. His broad chest pressed against my back, his arm draped possessively over my waist and fingers curled lightly. His breath kissed my neck, and shivers trailed won my spine.I kept staring at the wall as my thoughts ran wild, desperate to escape the suffocating reality. The dull ache of his… gift… was still there. It was absurd, humiliating, and yet… my body betrayed me. My cheeks flushed as I shifted slightly, the movement dragging his arm tighter around me.He stirred, murmuring low in his sleep. The sound rumbled against my back, deep and resonant, like a predator even in rest. My heart quickened.Why couldn’t I move?I should hate him. I did hate him. Eve
She winced and I let my lips curl. The defiance, the fire, and the burning rage in her eyes turned me on. How much I’d love to stomp on the remnants of her courage. The brave face she put forward though she was nothing.Eyes fervently locked on mine, refusing to look away. Brave little thing, but I
Embarrassed and scared, I stashed the burnt veggies into the dustbin and eyed the remaining stock. There wasn’t much left now after over-cooking the soup four times in a row. I had a shameful confession to make: I did not know how to cook. In my defence, my mother never bothered to teach me, or sim
There was nothing weaker than a man who couldn’t see and it was a perfect mask for my plans. I’d let them underestimate me. They believed in their own lies of morality, their façades of righteousness. Pathetic. They prance around, acting like saints, while their demons lurk jus
I warned you.The words stared back at me. And I didn’t know what to do. There were two possibilities, it was either the stalker or whoever that strange was, or someone was playing with me. Whatever it was, I wasn’t going to be a scared lamb anymore. It was too much. No one had any business or righ







