Crossed Desires
This novel is based on a love triangle where two friends become enemies over a woman. Brat Guren and Miguel Briekd - she will awaken passions in both men, and lust and love will be present among the three, driving them to lose their reason and sanity. A war will break out between these two friends for her love, and only she will have the power to choose with whom she will remain.
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Chapter 3
Brat
So I decide to talk to him about the outing I've been wanting for days.
-We're going to a bar tonight... I ask him.
He stays silent for a while, thinking, to the point where I almost believe he'll say no, but finally he answers:
-Fine, but I'll be late, like I told you. I have work to catch up on... he says.
The word catch up makes me frown, but that's on him. I'm no slave like he is.
-Fine then, see you tonight at my apartment. I'll call some girls.
He gets worked up, which makes me laugh.
-Hey, Brat, nooo! We're going as friends, I'm bringing Jon, okay?... he tells me.
I laugh at his response because I already knew he'd say that. I only wanted to tease him - Miguel is so predictable.
-Ahhh, you've become boring... fine, just us then. See you tonight.
-Okay... he answers.
-So it's settled then... I tell him.
And I hang up. I check my watch - it's past six already. I leave the office, tired of so much work. As I head out through reception, the receptionist stares at me flirtatiously. I laugh; the idea crosses my mind, but I dismiss it immediately. I wouldn't be able to get rid of her afterward.
I know it's not easy for anyone to ignore someone like me. Not to sound arrogant, but let's face it - I'm a man who draws women's attention at first glance. Handsome, athletic, 1.90 tall, and wealthy - every woman desires me.
I can say I have the luxury of choosing any woman I want. Women have never been scarce for me. I can take anyone I want to bed - I don't even have to go looking, because they always come to me. Still, I'm selective. I like women without drama, women I can easily brush off, because honestly, I have too many options to complicate my life.
I don't sleep with just anyone, because I hate complaints afterward and all the drama - that's not for me. I'd rather pay girls to enjoy myself, and when it's over, they leave. Though sometimes there are bold ones who want to have fun with me, and I'll admit it happens often.
I live this way by choice, not because I can't hold a relationship - but because I don't want to. In bed, I perform well; I'm insatiable, and I like rough encounters. Nature blessed me generously, and my size is something women would kill for. Of course, they always want to repeat, but for me that's not an option. I prefer it this way - one night only, nothing more.
My life is reduced to work and pleasure, nothing else, because nothing else matters to me. Even though my father nags me day and night about giving him an heir, I couldn't care less.
I'd have to be insane to share my life with someone. I'm happy this way - no explanations, just having fun with whoever I want and letting go when I please. That's how I want to live my life.
My phone rings. I look at the screen, surprised - it's a number I don't know. Who the hell is calling me, and why? Suspiciously, I answer, thinking it could be a new investor no one has told me about.
-Hello... I answer.
I wait for the voice on the other end.
-Hi, darling, how are you?... a woman answers.
Darling? I frown. I don't have a "darling." Who the hell is this? Why is she calling me?
-Sorry, do I know you?... I ask.
I'm stunned. Maybe it's a mistake, because as far as I know, no woman has access to my number, and least of all someone calling me with such words that mean nothing to me.
-Oh, don't tell me you forgot about me... she says, reproachful.
What the hell? She's crazy. I don't know her. Who does she think she is, calling me "love"? And who gave her my number? Hopefully not Iván, because if he did, we'll have a problem. I frown even more.
-No, I don't know you, and in fact, I never give my number to strangers... I tell her.
She laughs on the other end and replies:
-Well, darling, actually I got it from your friend Iván... she says.
What?! I knew it. That idiot is going to hear it from me. I made it crystal clear he was never to give my number to anyone. Now I'm furious - so angry I can barely speak. And she keeps talking.
-Don't you remember? We went out two weeks ago with your friend Iván... she says.
Ah, the threesome. Why would I remember her? She meant nothing to me. It was just fun, nothing more. I don't know why some people can't grasp that.
-Ohhh, right, the threesome... I say.
What could she possibly want? This is exactly why I never give out my number. I don't need anyone bothering me, wasting my time with nonsense. Iván's going to hear it from me.
-Yesss... she answers, thrilled.
Too bad she is, because I'm not interested. I didn't even remember her.
-What was your name again?... I ask.
She answers, excited:
-Carla.
-Look, Carla, we had a good time the other night, but the truth is, I don't do repeats. I think Iván already told you. And before you feel offended or anything, I believe we made it clear that night. So let's skip the unpleasant sermons and leave it at that, okay?... I tell her.
-Darling, I'm not asking you to marry me. I just want to repeat what we did that night, nothing more, no commitments... she says.
Darling again. The word disgusts me. I'm not her darling, nor do I want to be. Who does she think she is?
Still... I think about it. Truth is, I am in the mood, and that night wasn't bad. Besides, I don't have time today to look for someone new.
-No commitments, really?... I ask.
Because I don't want things getting messy later, with scandals and drama I can't stand.
-Of course... she answers.
Well, if that's the case, fine. I just hope I don't regret it.
-Alright then, if so, I'll see you today at six-thirty at my apartment... I tell her.
-Okay... she replies.
-I'll send you the address. And let me be clear - I can't stay long, I have plans with some friends... I tell her.
I like to make things clear from the start, so no one can pretend to be offended when I send them off. I may be a son of a bitch, but I don't deceive anyone. Whoever comes to me knows exactly what to expect.
-With Iván?... she asks.
This is already a bad idea. I hate being questioned. I don't give explanations even to my father, much less to a stranger.
-Nooo. And it's none of your business, understood?... I snap.
That irritates me. She quickly tries to calm me down.
-Okay, don't get mad, darling. Send me the address... she says.
-Fine, I'll send it... I reply curtly.
Don't get mad? Who does she think she is? I hang up, frowning.
Dear readers, don't forget to vote and leave your comments - it motivates me to keep writing for you, with much affection, Francia. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter of Brat.
Don't miss the upcoming chapters - they're going to be on fire!
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The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death.
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Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer.
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"Poison! She's trying to kill me!"
Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.
7.9
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I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan.
I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room.
"To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich."
The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood.
"I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away."
He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder.
I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash.
I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.
8.9
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I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
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When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
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Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
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If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
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