Debt Inheritance

I truly was Cinderella, only my prince threw away the glass slipper and stole me away before midnight struck. My prince was evil. My prince was the villain.

I not only stole your past. I’ve already stolen your future.

You live in a fairytale, princess and I’m about to destroy it.

I inherited her. I preyed on her. I owned her life and had the piece of paper to prove it. Nila Weaver. Mine. And my task….. …. …. devour her.

This wasn’t making love. This wasn’t even fucking. This was war. And hell it felt good.

She had to learn that the day granted hope and happiness, but I stole it. She had to face that the night hid evil and darkness, but my soul was blacker.

I was a hunter. Skilled with both bow and arrow and gun. I stalked the weaker and slit their throats when they succumbed to my careful aim. But sometimes I liked to... miss. I liked to give them a small window of safety, all while closing the noose when they didn't expect it. I liked to play with my food.

Empathy was the downfall of any human.

I hated being lied to. I hated even more believing those lies until the truth decided to come for me. Turned out, I was never an individual; I was a possession to trade. I was never unique; someone had lived my life many times before, never free, never whole. My life was never mine. My destiny was already written. My story began the night he came for me.

The world was a dangerous place, but I was worse.

As if my world was dark and Jethro was the sun bringing me nutrition I never knew I needed.

Coldness etched his gaze. Aloofness whispered from his posture. Calculation radiated from his every pore. I'd never been so intimidated or so intimately challenged.

I’m here to extract a debt. The reason for that debt will be revealed when I’m good and ready. The method of payment for that debt is entirely up to you.

You naïve little girl. If I took you, you wouldn’t be adored or worshipped. You’d be used and fucked. I have no patience for sweet.

Find an anchor. Hold on tight. Do this and you’ll be alright.

It’s a sad day when I’m emotionally invested in a fantasy.

You’re out of excuses, Ms. Weaver. You were the one who started this. You’re the one who rode my fucking finger as if you’d never come before.” His voice dropped to a dark whisper. “So shut up, wrap those little fingers around my cock and stroke me, otherwise I swear to God I’ll throw you on your hands and knees and fuck your tight little cunt right here.

Beauty was the ultimate arsenal. Beauty was meant to deceive. It was meant to trick and beguile so their prey never saw death coming.

The chase was the best part, Hunting was intoxicating. And knowing I had the power to snuff out Nila Weaver’s life the moment I caught her gave me a certain…thrill.

We might live in a civilized world, but rules “We might live in a civilized world, but rules and laws didn’t apply to me. I was a rule-breaker, curse-maker, life-stealer.”and laws didn’t apply to me. I was a rule-breaker, curse-maker, life-stealer.

His eyes flashed and the misconception that he didn’t know passion dissolved. He knew it. He wielded it. He hid beneath layers and layers of mystery I would never hope to unravel.

This man was pure danger, and I’d never sampled anything but safety.

True power. Limitless power—only graced a fair few. It gave those lucky few the ability—the nobility, to be courteous and polite. All while holding their fucking balls in their hands.

I didn’t care. I don’t care. But I did care. I’m so stupid!

He reeked of manipulation and control.

There was a debt to be paid. And I was the method of extraction. Plain and simple. I’m a Hawk. She’s a Weaver. That was all I needed to know.

Lonely. I hated that word more than any other in the dictionary.

I came from rainbow fabric; I drank textile ink as mothers’ milk. I learned to sew before I could walk. I could never become a nun, purely because of the boring fashion choices.

We were linked more than spiritually—but soul-glued and breath-bound.