Strale

*Read at your own risk* (I have warned you!)

*Steamy scenes ahead!!*

This story has some heavy scenes, I have warned you in advance.

If you want to read the story but skip the heavy parts, I will tell you when the heavy parts will happen prior to the chapter because... I got you boo, I got you.. 

There will be some strong, mature scenes, but no worries, I am here for you all and I will warn you in advance of a steamy scene.

Don't report (I mean, I am warning you now about mature content, don't be surprised! Also if you ignore this... it is kinda your fault, not mine...) as I have spent SO MUCH TIME ON THIS.

And if you just want to troll since you have nothing else to do... just don't do it. I have given in so much sweat and effort into this and I don't want a group of people who are bored out of their minds to ruin it for me.

If it turns out that you don't like this book then feel free to read my other books that I have written.

*WARNING FOR MATURE CONTENT IN CASE IF YOU MISSED MY LAST WARNINGS*

Other than that, I hope you will enjoy reading this!

*This book contains explicit content*

*EXTRACT FROM THE BOOK*

I stared at him, cooking and whistling, something that I could not do, or should I say, didn't want to do. I decided to move away and try to find an exit but I didn't even take a step back when I heard his voice.

"Princess? Is that you?"

I saw him raise his head before shooting his eyes onto me. The sudden gaze caused to heart to race while it froze my body, as if I have turned into ice. I felt the fear engulf my body, eating me inside out.

"You aren't scared of me... Are you?" he asked me, I sensed the envy in his voice. That mixed with his harsh tone caused a wave of goosebumps to course through my body.

I wanted to begin by asking him where was I? Why was I here? Why was he here... I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't, the fear was just all too much for me.

"Come on... Speak to me... Ask me..." he began.

"Ask me "why am I here" and all of that crap... Entertain me with your fear."

I saw him slowly gripping a knife that was on the countertop, with his eyes still on mine. The sides of his mouth slowly began tilting upwards. All the bitterness and the cold, it was all so visible in his eyes.

I looked at his in horror, noticing him as he took his first small steps towards me.

"Talk to me... Because this might be the last time you will ever talk, " he said this sentence in such a calm tone, it caused me once again to shiver with goosebumps.

"W-what do you mean...". Never in my life have I stuttered, until then.

"What I mean is..." he began before abruptly stopping, until then, he never took his eyes off me.

The next thing I knew, he full-on charged towards me.

I heard chairs crashing down while I turned around, and just as I was about to run, I felt him grab me by my wrist, before he yanked me, as a result, I crashed straight into his chest. 

My hands were on his big, broad chest right before he turned me around so that my shoulder were now against his pecks. Till then, I figured that this was probably just one of my many wicked nightmare until I felt the blade ,from that knife he picked up, rest on my neck. As if it was an instinct, I grabbed his arm that was resting on my chest with my two small hands. In the same time tried to push my head back and away from the knife but it is near impossible as there is no space for me to move any further against his hard pecks.

Next, I hitched for air when I felt his breath, as it warmed my skin.

"Trust me... don't you dare, for second, think that I will hesitate to hurt you, because I will if you disobey me..."

Before It Struck Midnight

A few days passed by (6 days to be exact) and I feel slightly closer to Brenden, I don't know what it is but I feel like... I am more 'at home' around him, although he has made it clear that I will not be going home any time soon. It kinda hurts because... I just want to be with my friends, my family, to have my life back to normal... But I can't.


I have also noticed that Brenden has become more possessive over me, he is also becoming arrogant, which I don't like. I am too scared to tell him that as he will get angry. But with my patience slowly slipping, I don't think I could keep my 'pretty mouth' shut. My patience slowly slipping away because of his sarcasm and arrogance. What also came to my attention is that his ego has skyrocketed within the past few days and it is pissing me THE FUCK off.


I feel so bad for Harry, the poor chef is doing the best he can and for that, he is usually late. Brenden loves punctuality, so he would almost always roar at Harry and how he is incapable of doing shit and all of that crap. Give the poor man a break! Brenden should be happy that he is getting fed by this amazing chef, but for real, his food is... Amazing!


Other than that, nothing new has happened or is going to happen. Brenden has and is changing his attitude towards me and it is one of the bigger news that I have to share.


*WARNING FOR NEXT CHAPTER. STRONG, SEXUAL WORDS WILL BE USED. PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THE NEXT CHAPTER IF NOT COMFORTABLE TO DO SO*


Chapter Nine - Update.