Summery:
Every night she goes about her business ignorant to the man who watches her from her window. She doesn't understand what is coming. She couldn't know the horrors he would subject her to in the name of fascination
Donnarai says:
"I have been waiting so long," he muttered near her wrist, "For so long, Bella."
"Waiting?" she wondered in a tone that betrayed how much he was effecting her.
"To make you what you always have been," he replied.
Edward tilted his head just enough for Bella to catch a glimpse of his expression.
Terror crept into her body, making it numb.
Words were caught in her throat as she tried to pull away from him.
"No, no, no, kitten," he taunted her. "If you try to escape, you will only make things worse for yourself."
Moneybeet is the author responsible for this fantastic story.
I found this Fic when I was in dire need of a pick me up from a lack of good Darkward!!
The writing is absolutely amazing; it grabs your attention right from the 1st chapter.
I am trying to figure out why this Edward fascinates me so much, he is very Dark, sinister, bloodthirsty and obsessed, the way he controls Bella like his own personal toy is very interesting, the details and descriptions that go into this is out of this world!
Bella is scared and confused when it comes to Edward, she has been dragged into a deadly game that she has no control over, she can’t go to her family or friends for fear that they will be killed so she has no choice but to play along.
Edward really seems to get off on torturing Bella, her blood and body is his whether she likes it or not and the more she tries to fight it the more twisted and dangerous he gets.
This is one story that I can quite happily read over and over again and never get bored!!
Moneybeet captures the essence of what a true Darkward fic should be like, she doesn’t hold back or shy away from scenes that are more violent and disturbed than others.
This story has the potential to get even darker and I am really looking forward to seeing what the author has up her sleeve when it comes to Edward and Bella.
Hope you all enjoy.....
"I want you to flee, little kitten," he hissed back. "I want to play and you will indulge me."
Bella felt her skin crawl in response to his words.
Rather suddenly, she was freed from his closeness.
She stood and tried to ignore the thick mud covering her jeans and arms. She found her knees still wavering slightly as he intensely stared her down. Bella didn't move.
At least she didn't start to leave until Edward crouched down into a predatory stance, his face twisted into that same devious smile. "Don't you have any self-preservation instincts at all?"
Bella stepped away from him, stumbling slightly over a tree root. Luckily enough she was able to catch herself before falling.
"Ah, there it is." He said calmly. "Run now, little Isabella."
O_oza says:
There’s one word that consistently comes to mind when I read Lovegame.
Nightmare.
Bella finds herself in a most unfortunate predicament the day she meets Edward. The scent of her blood and silent mind are enough to seal her fate as nothing more than his plaything. Edward is a master at controlling her, owning her, and he gets her to obey him by threatening the lives of others. Not that she really has a choice. He is playing a game, physically and mentally, and unlike other stories of similar nature, Bella is forced to go on with her everyday life pretending that everything is normal.
This story is written in 3rd person and moneybeet does a brilliant job of portraying the emotions of the characters. When Bella is afraid, I feel it in my gut. When Edward is tormenting her, I’m on the edge of my seat wanting more. Most of the time these emotions are happening simultaneously. She makes me want to cover my eyes and cheer at the same time.
Not only is Lovegame well written, but this Edward isn’t going soft anytime soon. At times he may come across as caring, but it’s quickly overshadowed by his underlying motives. I can’t wait to see what other twisted things he has up his sleeve!
"Still hurting, kitten?" he whispered in his velvet tenor.
She gave a slight nod, trying to ignore the little stabs of pain. If only she had remembered to bring the bottle of Tylenol sitting on the kitchen counter this morning…
"Good."
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