Shattered Djinns: Depraved Monsters and Decadent Myths, #4

By V.T. Bonds

Good vs evil never felt so filthy.

 

Ever since I bought this thrift store ring, I've been having nightmares. Mood swings. Confusion.

And orgasms in my sleep.

When I find a matching ring, I expect to find balance and peace, but things go from bad to worse.

Now I have two mystical creatures vying for my attention.

 

One light. One dark. Both eager to claim me as their own.

How will I survive their games?

 

 

*This Dark Omegaverse Romance is knot for the faint of heart. If explicit scenes, OTT possessive alphas, violence, and D/s themes offend you, please abstain.*

• Language: English
• Publisher: V.T. Bonds
• Release date: Feb 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201127961

V.T. Bonds

V.T. Bonds is an avid reader of all things filthy and enticing. They began the slide into darkness one book at a time. And now the results are complete. V.T. Bonds’ imagination has blossomed into darkness so extensive they cannot withhold it from you any longer. Embark on a thrilling, steamy journey with them. Let them share their corruption with you, one book at a time.

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Table of Contents

Table of Contents

Dedication

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

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Dedication

Sometimes, all we really need is a break.

Other times, we need to be put back together.

At least we don’t have to wait eons to find freedom.

Chapter 1

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Zuli

I don’t understand.

I’ve done my research. Plotted the entire story. Fleshed out the characters.

I was so excited to start this novel.

It should be easy and fun.

The words won’t form. My fingers won’t move.

I’ve forced myself to do my morning routine—wake up, eat breakfast, practice yoga, take a shower, drink my coffee—but still can’t make my mind conjure a simple sentence.

What is wrong with me?

A look at the clock reveals I’ve been sitting here for two hours and haven’t written a darn thing. Not a single word.

Sighing in defeat, I close my laptop and stand. Maybe a quick lunch down at the local diner will help.

Except after gathering my things, I stand at the door and can’t bring myself to open it.

I don’t want to leave.

I’m tired.

Giving up on food, I drop my purse on the counter and drape my jacket over the barstool.

Maybe I’m getting sick, even though I don’t have any symptoms besides fatigue.

I’ll take a nap and wake up feeling better.

I have to.

I have a deadline to keep.

Chapter 2

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Kai’tau

She shouldn’t be allowed to be so luscious.

Or weak.

How has such a fragile, susceptible thing survived to adulthood?

I love this stage. The time before a woman’s malleable brain realizes she should be fighting an intruder. The softening of her will. The darkening of her soul.

She hasn’t succumbed to me yet, but she will soon. Something about this one makes me eager for her downfall.

Maybe it’s her soft voice. Or her big brown eyes. Or her curves.

She’s gorgeous for a human.

But there’s more.

Usually by now they’d be crying in their sleep.

Not her.

She makes the cutest little noises, her breaths growing choppy and her sensual lips tilting down.

Almost as though she’s angry instead of sad.

I can’t wait to see her break. Will she cry? Scream? Plead?

For some reason, I have no urge to rush to the next stage.

Looking down on her has its own delights.

Like a flame finding fuel, I solidify, starting at my feet and growing into my form natural for this species.

Her little eyebrows scrunch and her hand twitches against her pillow.

I’ve been trapped in this realm too long. My kind have always found human women pleasing to the eye, which is why we visit them from time to time, but I shouldn’t feel this pull to her.

I glance toward her bedside table, smirking at the shallow bowl sitting there.

A week ago, she kept her rings on the bathroom counter.

Now she puts them beside her bed every night.

She’s grown more susceptible to my suggestions.

Glimpsing the thin silver band inside the bowl, I scowl and turn away.

Her breasts capture my attention, the rise and fall of her chest making them seem as though they beckon me. The thin shirt does little to hide the color change in her delectable flesh towards the center. Even with her nipples not hardened, I enjoy the outline they present.

I settle the fingertips of my left hand on her fragile wrist, loving the way her tendons jump as her muscles twitch. Her breathing stays deep, but as I ghost my palm up the inside of her arm, a hitch forms at the end of her inhales.

Her warm flesh ignites a fire within me, and I cling to the sensation. I haven’t felt anything so strongly in too long, but despite my eagerness to drown in the sensuality her body promises, I continue with slow movements, savoring the gradual build up.

I trace her collarbone until my need to touch more of her calls me. She sucks in an uneasy breath and twitches, the slight movement of her shoulder making her breasts wobble.

Enjoying her attempts to rise from slumber, I wrap my will around her mind and hold her conscience hostage. A cute little whimper leaves her throat, and my denied cock jerks in excitement.

Even when I gather her barely concealed breast