| Author: | Jennifer Crowfoot | ISBN: | 9781370966417 |
| Publisher: | Jennifer Crowfoot | Publication: | January 19, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jennifer Crowfoot |
| ISBN: | 9781370966417 |
| Publisher: | Jennifer Crowfoot |
| Publication: | January 19, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Hello ladies, name’s Bryn. I'm wealthy, gorgeous, sexy as sin.
I'm the man your mummas' warned you 'bout.
So, my pretty bitches you'd better watch out.
One sultry look from my emerald eyes.
Some whispered words in your ear.
You'll never know what hit you, when I fulfil all your fears.
I'm the monster you're warned about.
A lurking beast in a sharp suit.
I'll stalk you with my accent. Dazzling smile.
Overwhelm you with abundant charm.
I’ll make sure you stay awhile.
I'll disarm you over shared drinks, flirty small-talk.
‘It’s okay ladies,’ I’ll lie with my eyes, ‘there’s no harm.’
My glossy exterior will lure you in.
But by then, you won't stand a chance.
I'm untouchable.
A God.
I'm your worst nightmare come to life.
I'm Bryn Morgan.
* * *
Life has been good to me, since emigrating to Australia from Wales as a young lad of fifteen. Yes, very sweet indeed.
With my dark looks, lilting accent, mesmerising emerald eyes and sexual prowess, the girls, and later on the ladies, flocked to me.
Like blind flies to shite.
Yes, life was very good.
Until.
Her.
She was married. But I knew she didn't love him.
She wanted me.
I saw it in her stunning violet eyes the moment we met. She was hot for me. Her body betrayed her desire.
I didn't love her, not my style.
I didn't want to spend my life prone at her feet like a lapdog worshipping every little deed and word she deigned to toss my way.
I just wanted to own her.
Possess her.
Make her mine in every way possible.
Own her last breath.
Last tear.
Last beat of her heart.
She. Was. Mine.
Unfortunately, those ugly vindictive Bitches of Fate, had something else in mind for me.
My name is Bryn Morgan and I'm your worst nightmare, although you don't know it yet.
Society and the Law would say I'm not right in the head, and try and hide me away.
Superior and more intelligent beings are viewed with fear, I get it.
But I don't have to like it.
So, I say to them, "Fu*k you and the whore you rode in on." Perhaps you'd like to come and visit with me, and I'll demonstrate the finer points of my case in greater detail.
To your everlasting detriment and regret. Because nobody shows me contempt, or disregard and lives to see another sunrise.
It's the nature of the beast.
*This is not a love story. There is no happy, dreamy ending to be found at the end. It is a story of one man's obsession with another man's woman. It is the twisted and dark story of his gradual decline into the depravities that exist in his nature, and the consequences that his covetous lust and murderous urges bring for others around him.*
**Australian English. Does contain coarse language and violence /brutal treatment which may be distressing / offensive to some readers. Please read with caution.**
Hello ladies, name’s Bryn. I'm wealthy, gorgeous, sexy as sin.
I'm the man your mummas' warned you 'bout.
So, my pretty bitches you'd better watch out.
One sultry look from my emerald eyes.
Some whispered words in your ear.
You'll never know what hit you, when I fulfil all your fears.
I'm the monster you're warned about.
A lurking beast in a sharp suit.
I'll stalk you with my accent. Dazzling smile.
Overwhelm you with abundant charm.
I’ll make sure you stay awhile.
I'll disarm you over shared drinks, flirty small-talk.
‘It’s okay ladies,’ I’ll lie with my eyes, ‘there’s no harm.’
My glossy exterior will lure you in.
But by then, you won't stand a chance.
I'm untouchable.
A God.
I'm your worst nightmare come to life.
I'm Bryn Morgan.
* * *
Life has been good to me, since emigrating to Australia from Wales as a young lad of fifteen. Yes, very sweet indeed.
With my dark looks, lilting accent, mesmerising emerald eyes and sexual prowess, the girls, and later on the ladies, flocked to me.
Like blind flies to shite.
Yes, life was very good.
Until.
Her.
She was married. But I knew she didn't love him.
She wanted me.
I saw it in her stunning violet eyes the moment we met. She was hot for me. Her body betrayed her desire.
I didn't love her, not my style.
I didn't want to spend my life prone at her feet like a lapdog worshipping every little deed and word she deigned to toss my way.
I just wanted to own her.
Possess her.
Make her mine in every way possible.
Own her last breath.
Last tear.
Last beat of her heart.
She. Was. Mine.
Unfortunately, those ugly vindictive Bitches of Fate, had something else in mind for me.
My name is Bryn Morgan and I'm your worst nightmare, although you don't know it yet.
Society and the Law would say I'm not right in the head, and try and hide me away.
Superior and more intelligent beings are viewed with fear, I get it.
But I don't have to like it.
So, I say to them, "Fu*k you and the whore you rode in on." Perhaps you'd like to come and visit with me, and I'll demonstrate the finer points of my case in greater detail.
To your everlasting detriment and regret. Because nobody shows me contempt, or disregard and lives to see another sunrise.
It's the nature of the beast.
*This is not a love story. There is no happy, dreamy ending to be found at the end. It is a story of one man's obsession with another man's woman. It is the twisted and dark story of his gradual decline into the depravities that exist in his nature, and the consequences that his covetous lust and murderous urges bring for others around him.*
**Australian English. Does contain coarse language and violence /brutal treatment which may be distressing / offensive to some readers. Please read with caution.**
