Erotic Suspense

I am a witness. He is the investigator — witty, polite, charismatic, and strikingly handsome. Whenever I see him, my heart jolts as if from fear. But it isn’t fear. It’s a tremor. He senses it, and he cruelly takes advantage of it, constantly ending up unbearably close. He’s working a case about missing girls in our city, but it seems that now he’s far more interested in me than in the investigation. And it’s driving me insane. What role will I play in this case? What will my fascination with the investigator lead to — and will he be able to protect me from the criminal who might be closer than anyone suspects?..

Free of charge! The story is entirely fictional and has no real-life prototypes. ‘I’m listening closely,’ I try to say without a tremble in my voice. But he just sits there in silence. Probably lost the gift of speech. His face looks worried and stunned. Poor guy doesn’t know how to approach me. No, I’m not vindictive — I just have a good memory and a bad temper. And him? Nothing. Not my type… but when the light from the window hits him just right, he looks quite nice. I mentally slap myself. God, what am I thinking? Just yesterday he called me a brainless hen, this morning he grabbed my butt, and now he’s drilling a hole in my skull with that stare. Alright, time to end this little staring contest.

I expected it to be a one-time thing, after which I wouldn't even remember the face of the club dancer, one of many. After so many years of loneliness, I've gotten used to this kind of scenario. And I'm even more comfortable with it. But this time something went wrong. - I agreed to any price. My mind was drugged by this woman. I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone else in my life. And in response, I was whispered in my ear: “I am not for sale.” Or the story of how a resourceful killer got into someone else's game. But will there be a winner?

2039, 2042, 2061, 2080. The historical dates in my life. Two of them were historical for the whole world. ​I am Fadyx, the new system's problem, the perfect girl, the perfect match for great and powerful men in the Resilience. ​2039: The first nuclear wave. 2042: The creation of the Resilience. 2061: The third nuclear wave, my birth, and my mother's death. 2080: The current era. ​Anyway... I'm Fadyx, the storm, the collateral damage. And them? The matches I never thought I'd have, the ones with great power in their hands. ​I was considered untamable, cynical, sweet, intelligent, gentle, and perfect. I found it hard to follow orders so simple that I just make them explode. ​They were bossy, dominant, serious, unyielding, calculating...