Title: Number Thirteen
Author: Bella Jewel
Release Date: March 20, 2014
Genre: Dark Romance
**AUTHOR NOTE - This is NOT a BDSM Romance**
Synopsis
We're thirteen girls, captive, slave to our master.
A master we've never seen.
Obedience will become all we know in our shallow existence. It is the only emotion we're permitted to feel.
When we're bad, we're punished. When we're good, we're rewarded.
Our scars run deep. Yet we survive, because we have to...
because HE teaches us to.
All of us are special, we feel it with everything we are.
He has us for a reason, but it's a reason we don't know.
We've never seen his face, but we know that something deeply broken lies beneath the darkness. With every touch, with every punishment, we know it.
Then something changed.
He showed me who he truly is.
Now I want him.
I'll go against everything I know to be with him.
A monster.
My monster.
Loving him is a sin, but a sinner I am. I won't stop until I see every part of him. Even the parts he keeps locked deep down inside.
I am Number Thirteen, and this is my story.
No one said it was pretty, or right, but it's mine.
Bella Jewel is an Aussie girl through and through. She spent her life in Western Australia, growing up in many different areas of the state. She now currently lives in Perth with her husband, children and mass amounts of pets. She's crazy, fun, outgoing and friendly. Writing is her passion, she started at the young age of 18 but finally got the courage up to publish, and her first novel Hell's Knights was released in August 2013.
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In the distance, I hear music playing, and I put all my energy
into focusing on the sound. It’s elegant music, with a deep, soulful sound that
only makes my heart ache more. I wish I could drift off right now, take myself
to a happier place, only I don’t know if I’ve ever had a happier place. I feel
his hands suddenly stop moving, and I realize I’ve managed to calm myself
enough to make him believe he’s settled me.
He lifts me off his lap, and places me on wobbly feet.
I stand like that for a long moment, listening, waiting. Then I
hear his husky voice break through the silence as he rasps something into my
ear in a different language.
“Încredere în întuneric, frumusețea.” (Trust the darkness,
Beauty.)
I don’t know what he says to me, but the sound is so masculine,
his voice so captivating and smooth, it has me standing transfixed until the
door swings open and a guard walks in. I catch only a brief glimpse of long,
dark hair swishing around broad shoulders before he disappears into the
darkness.
Who is he?
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