The Internal Conspiracy of Evil E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Long after I’d hung up with him, I could still hear the devastation in his voice. He said he was going to come and that he would tell the news to save me from having to say it twice. He must have known how upset it was making me. I wondered what my dad would do with this information and whether he would believe it. It was hard enough for me to accept that my brother had done something so despicable.

Leseprobe

Title Page

The Internal Conspiracy of Evil

Genuine Soul

Angel Rupert

The Internal Conspiracy of Evil / 5th of series: Genuine Soul / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198846942

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing.

Chapter One

When I came out of my deep sleep, I found that I’d moved significantly closer to Nicola. Our bodies had curled in a way that she fit perfectly against me. I smiled to myself and imagined waking up every morning like this for the rest of my life. However long my life might be.

As I woke up some more, I realized my hand was on her chest, and I quickly moved it away. I felt bad about it, even if I hadn’t done it on purpose. It made me wonder what else I did in my sleep that I didn’t know.

“I’m sorry,” I said to her.

Nicola stirred then let out a moan as she stretched. “Did you say something?”

My body relaxed in relief. Nicola must have been asleep and hadn’t noticed.

“No, not a word,” I lied. “You sleep well?”

She shifted so that she was facing me and smiled. Her hair was tousled, and my shirt was extremely big on her, but she still managed to look beautiful. I checked the clock before sitting up and stretching my back. It was almost ten thirty, but we had nowhere to be and no agenda, so neither of us made an effort to get up. Nicola sat up as well and began running her fingers through my hair.

“Do I have bed head?” I asked.

“No. Your hair is always perfect. It’s kind of unrealistic.”

“God must have made it that way as a balance. I can’t be terminally ill and have bad hair. It wouldn’t be fair.”

I slowly lay back down and put my arms around her.

“Were you okay with last night?” she asked in a quiet voice.

“No, I think I pulled a muscle at the dance. Not to mention you didn’t finish the burrito I made.”

She lightly shoved me. “I’m serious! It’s always been hard to read your expression.”

“It was better than okay. I told you that I don’t expect anything from you other than your companionship and I intend to honor that agreement. Now the problem will be learning to sleep without you beside me.”

For a while, we lay in silence. I should have been worried about whether her grandparents were wondering where she was, but I didn’t care. I’d decided to stop worrying and start living as if I had been cured.

“When should I take you on another date?” I asked.

“Are we dating now?”

I shrugged. “What else would you call it?”

“I don’t know. I care about you, but we should probably take things slow.”

I sat up and smiled down at her. I started kissing her neck, and a soft moan escaped her lips that made me shiver.

“Is this slow enough?” I asked. My lips traveled up her jaw.

“Yes,” she said quietly.

I kissed the corner of her mouth, simultaneously caressing her leg. I lightly ran my fingers over her thigh and then down to her knee and back up.

“How about now?”

“Maybe a little slower?”

I stopped kissing her and pressed my forehead to hers. I didn’t mind slowing down, no matter how much I wanted her. Getting to know her and spend time with her was more important. And when she was finally ready to trust me fully, I would be happy to be with her.

“Were you and Henry ever together?” I asked hesitantly.

“No. I wanted to wait until our honeymoon. As you know, my mom got pregnant in college before she married Edison. It might sound harsh, but I didn’t want to end up in that situation. Pregnant outside of a committed relationship. It often put a rift between Henry and me, and ultimately I think it’s why we didn’t last.”

I rubbed her arm, and she put her hand over mine. She was finally being a little more vulnerable with me, and it was a big step.

“Does that mean you’ve never done anything? Is that why the idea of being with me makes you nervous?”

She gave a half nod.

“Well, I haven’t done anything either. Guess we’re in the same boat.”

“Really? But you seem so experienced. You with your magic hands.”

I laughed and then moved so that I was sitting behind her, my legs circling hers, and I began rubbing her shoulders. I could feel the tension leaving her body, and as she relaxed, I pulled her close so that her back was against me. She felt so small and thin. I was afraid I would break her. Maybe our dating would encourage her to eat more, and I could slowly get her back to a healthy weight. She was beautiful to me no matter what, but I still wanted her to be healthy.

Someone cried out in pleasure, and Nicola turned to look at me as if to ask if I’d heard it. The voice belonged to a guy. That only meant one thing. Abe was here, and he’d either brought back the nurse or found some other woman to bring home. How had he met someone between dropping Robin off and coming back to the apartment? He had probably gotten some girl’s number from the party.

“Okay, that’s disgusting,” Nicola said. She smiled deviously. “We could totally outdo them.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What did you have in mind?”

She cleared her throat. “Oh!” she shouted. “Oh, Lucas!” She got up then slammed her palms against the wall, making a loud banging sound. “Don’t stop! Harder! Harder!”

A laugh nearly escaped my lips, but I managed to stay under control so we wouldn’t be given away. Nicola was pretty convincing, and if it weren't so funny, I probably would have been turned on by her sexy voice.

“Harder, daddy! Harder!” she continued pounding the wall. “Punish me, daddy!”

I choked on a laugh, and she covered my mouth while we waited to see how they would respond. It got dead quiet after a while. When the front door opened and closed, I was sure we finally had peace.

I hugged her close to me once more. “This date we were talking about— have anything in mind?”

“I’m thinking of taking you up on that offer to go to a museum. There’s this art gallery in Palm Beach that I would love to see.”

I heard the front door open and assumed it was Abe coming back from sending his date off. I didn’t mind his staying there, but if this was going to be a regular thing, I was going to have to set some ground rules. Waiting until I was out of the apartment to have his escapades for starts.

The bedroom door flew open, and we were face to face with Henry. The look on his face was as if I’d stabbed him in the gut. I’d forgotten that he didn’t know about my seeing Nicola and felt bad about it. I could feel Nicola’s body tensing up like she was afraid.

“I don’t believe this,” he said. “You’re seeing her?”

“Henry . . . Wait, that was you banging someone in my guest room? Why?”

“My place is otherwise occupied. Not that it matters. Why am I the one explaining myself? You said you wanted to be closer, and you turn around and betray me like this?”