Jack Vasilief I couldn’t decipher my own feelings especially with Valentina missing, her whereabouts remained unknown for two days until Enzio barged into my office at the early hours of the morning. ‘Aren’t you suppose to knock?’ I spoke, raising my eyebrow at his heavy breathing. His hair dishevelled while his usual formal shirt was untucked, ‘She isn’t in Greece,’ he spat. ‘THEN WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?’ I yelled, standing up from my chair. The rage enveloping my body and ac

Jack Vasilief All to familiar, that craving to spill blood, to smear the essence of sin all over me. The barrel rested against her forehead, glowing with the devious grin that arose upon her luscious coral lips. She depicted the perfect vixen unlike any woman I have ever known, the whores were always willing to jump onto my 'Rock'. She wasn’t any different but the charisma and equal bloodlust made her wicked and that is what attracted me, the never - ending thirst that contin

Jack Vasilief ‘Those Bloody bastards, I will kill all of them,’ I screamed, my blood boiling to the point that all I felt is fire radiating throughout my skin. ‘Natalia is going to cross their grounds, most likely they are hiding her in Greece but then again they could just keep her in Russia since we wouldn’t assume that she is right under our noses,’ Enzio stressed, his exterior is slightly cracking. He craved to skin them alive just as I did, family is everything. ‘Send fo

Milady ‘Seriously, Kak, How the hell did you manage this,’ his sexy accent questioned. Each time his speech shifted to his thick Russian accent, my body craved to be devoured by his essence, to completely break under his power. ‘I like when you speak in Russian, amps your sex appeal Love,’ I added, winking at him. The overwhelming scent of spice filling my nostrils, his presence metres away from me but the imprint of him lingered within me. At my words, his wicked grin appear

Milady Mr Vasilief became thirsty, for blood none the less. After further information was relayed to him, the mole is revealed to be someone who deals with his distribution on a personal level. His porcelain skin turned crimson, shaking with anger, attempting to control the beast. His features turned menacing but composed. I had to contain the euphoric sensations sparkling through my stream the sight of his nature to devour is ultimately alluring. ‘Okay so you know the plan M

Guys for the last time, what I type is fiction. D Nothing pertains to me or anybody I know. Just fiction and maybe some realism here and there... I am unemployment at the moment, to keep myself busy and not been bored at home, I am typing my stories. Listening to music, watching Netflix... I am allowed to have a rest period, mending my Hip, and sorting out other personal stuff of mine... lots to sort out due to scammers that conned me ... If you don't see me often just know