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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)

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My brother once told me, it’s not murder if your hand is forced.

But he doesn’t know the secrets I keep.
I wasn’t always like this. Angry. Rebellious. A killer.

The world I was born into made me this way, pushed me to become what I am. Killers aren’t born,

they're made.

And do you want to know one of my secrets?

I like it.

The kill. The violence. The vengeance.
It excites me. Empowers me. Feeds me.

Now I’ve earned my place with the Royal Bastards MC, I hope they’re prepared for the chaos I bring.

It’s time to raise a little HAVOC.

This title is a NOVELLA

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CHAPTER

ONE

PAST.

LILY

Fifteen years old…

“Drink up, Lily.”

No.

“I don’t want to.” My hand tightens around the glass, my knuckles turning white. The snowy crushed tablets swirl in the water, settling at the bottom of the glass. The air condenses, suffocating me. Yellow flowers on the wallpaper wilt before my eyes. The old wooden chair digs into my thighs, my foot tapping manically beneath the table. The dull, outdated kitchen makes me want to vomit.

I hate it here.

The words don’t make it past my lips, fear holding them hostage. The last time I spoke those words, I couldn’t walk for a week. Grandma’s paddle hangs on the wall like a medal, mocking me from across the room.

“It’s better for you if you drink it,” Grandma tells me. I know she’s right. It will silence the voices. Block out the pain inflicted in the dark. Drown out the betrayal.

No.

“Drink it.” She glowers, pushing my head toward the glass, her jagged nails scraping against my scalp. Tears burn the corners of my eyes. My stomach growls, wanting to eat the small portion of food before me. Ever since I hit fourteen and my boobs became noticeable, Grandma began limiting my meals, like that was the reason I was changing into a woman. Now, my bones protrude from the skin. I can’t stand to look at myself in the mirror.

“Drink, Lily.” Her voice is sharp, stabbing into me. Wounding.

Please don’t make me.

To drink this poison makes me complicit in some way.

“Drink or you won’t see your brother this weekend.”

A pit opens in my chest. I don’t want to see Jameson. What if he sees the dirt on my skin, the sin, the disgusting stains that litter my soul?

“No!” I shout, throwing the glass across the kitchen. It slams against the fridge and shatters, making a loud sound that shocks us both. My heart pounds behind my ribcage. Panic ravages my thoughts. My bladder threatens to empty on the kitchen chair.

“You ungrateful little devil child. Get to your room now,” she scorns snatching my plate away.

I need that food.

My hands shoot out to stop her, but it’s too late. My fingers thud against the tablecloth, the plate out of reach.

“Room. Now.” She jabs a finger, and my breath hitches. I look at the door but don’t move. Gentle tremors shake my hands.

Kill her, Lily.

The thought creeps in from the shadows of my mind, rolling in like a tide to wash all the fear away, all the pain she’s caused me.

“What’s going on?” Grandpa’s raspy voice calls from the basement. My stomach twists. Nerves chew beneath the skin, trying to get out.

“Do you want me to tell him to come up here?” she asks, narrowing her small, crinkly blue eyes at me.

My voice catches in my throat. I want to scream, Why! Instead, I say, “No,” shaking my head vehemently.

Pushing the chair back from the table, I stand and hurry down the hall, closing the door to my room as soon as I enter. Slumping back against it, tears fall down my cheeks as the lock clicks into place.

This room is full of furniture, dolls, soft toys, but I’m hollow. Candy cotton pink walls and embroidery drapes left untouched from when my mother slept inside these four walls. They do nothing to offer comfort. Mama’s six feet under, rotting in a casket.

The world was too much for her.

I was too much.

How could she leave me to this fate?

I don’t know how much time passes, but I know something bad is coming. The wait is almost too much to bear.

Sitting in the corner of my room, I grip a soft teddy bear until pain aches my fingertips. The chime of the doorbell signals the visitor who haunts my nightmares.

Please go away.

Please go away.

Mumbled voices followed by footfalls stopping outside my room blast like a siren in my head.

The latch clicks. The handle drops, and so does my stomach.

No. Go away.

Panic seizes my joints. I can’t move.

The door creaks open, the imposing figure filling the space. “Hello, little love.”

Sickness roils my stomach.

“I want the drink,” I plead, the words clawing up my throat.

The man steps into the room, licking his lips. “Remember, no visible bruises,” Grandpa tells him, he and Grandma standing behind the man looking in at me.

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Carnage (Royal Bastards MC #3) Read Online Ker Dukey http://www.wownovels.com/carnage-royal-bastards-mc-3-read-online-ker-dukey Thu, 02 Dec 2021 14:59:16 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/carnage-royal-bastards-mc-3-read-online-ker-dukey Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Authors: Ker Dukey Series: Royal Bastards MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54705 (not accurate)
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Ezekiel “Carnage Creator” Ford. Brother of the Royal Bastards MC. Brutality incarnate. A lone wolf. The one they call in from the dark when they need shit done—and there’s no one better for the job than me. I have a tainted soul, oil black, and hungry for bloodshed. The world is a cesspit. I give zero fucks about it, and it gives zero fucks about me, so when some mafia prick with a vendetta toward our club tries to torture me for sport, the last person I expect to come to my rescue is a small female with a sassy attitude and a death wish. She’s a complication, burrowing her claws deep into the layers of my fucked-up psyche. Part of me wants to keep her there, drench her in the very essence of who I am until she’s nothing but a weeping mess, craving the relief only I can give her. She’s bringing my walls down, showing me maybe there’s some good in the world after all. Until my brothers find us and it’s not me they’ve come for—it’s her. She’s not who she’s been pretending to be. She’s the devil dressed in the tight-ass skin of a bitch I’ve become addicted to. I don’t care who has to bleed for me to keep feeding the habit: My brother. Our enemies. Her. If she’s not in my bed and on the back of my bike, she’s not going to be on anyone’s.
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Chapter One

EZEKIEL Aka CARNAGE.

Screeching, loud and fucking annoying, comes from the back room of Hellmade Helmets. Animal, my prez and the owner of this place, would be pissed if he knew there was no one at the front desk. This place is becoming famous. Fast. The waitlist for a custom helmet is years. Animal opened two more shops in the last eighteen months, and it still hasn’t been enough to meet the demand.

The space is large and airy. Custom artwork interweaves into the floor and walls, matching the glass-cased helmets bordering the shop floor. A vintage Harley Davidson is suspended from the ceiling. The soft hum of classic rock croons from unseen speakers. Even though it’s a biker shop, I feel out of place. The place screams class and cash. I’m not hurting for money, but I don’t live that life.

“I’m eighteen now, Jameson.” A high-pitched squeal ricochets off the walls as a small brunette comes through to the shop. Brown doe eyes clash with mine, a sickly smile curling her lip as her gaze roams over my body. I’m a good-looking bastard, and it’s a curse. A man like me needs to go unnoticed, but that’s impossible when women don’t look past the pretty face to the dark empty beast beneath. Women are worse than men with that shit.

Leaning across the counter, her top gapes, giving me an eyeful of her flat chest. She twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “Hey. You want help with something?” Her eyes drop to my junk. “Anything?”

She looks twelve.

“Lily, you little brat, you’re fucking done,” a gravelly voice booms. A brute of a man appears through the same door, his shadow falling over her. His deadly scowl pings from her backside curved over the counter to me standing here.

“She’s a kid,” he rumbles, like I need to be told.

Leveling him with an unaffected glare, I say, “I’m here to pick up a package, not a toothpick.”

The skinny brat gasps and stands up straight, her hand flying to what can barely be called a hip. “Are you going to let him insult me like that?”

“Lily, I swear to fucking Christ, between you and your sister, I’m going gray.” The mammoth man runs a hand through his hair, his heavy beard doing nothing to hide his grimace. “Idiot,” he bellows.

Another brother appears from across the shop who I recognise, he was a prospector last time I was in town. He looks at the girl and rolls his eyes. “Don’t ask me to babysit again.”

“You’ll do as you’re fucking told.”

“Get one of the prospects to do it.” Idiot is young, his patch fresh.

“You’re barely out of your prospect cut. Shut your fucking mouth and respect the chain of command before I beat you to death.”

“Harsh,” Idiot states, dead fucking serious. I almost laugh. Is this a biker shop?

“I’m not going with him. He smells weird.” The girl huffs.

“Fuck my fucking life.” The man exhales. “You asked for a chance to work here and couldn’t manage a week. You’ll do as you’re fucking told or I’ll call your grandma to come get your ass.”

“Can’t the pretty one take me?”

“Nope,” someone shouts from the back room. The pretty one, I assume.

I’m over the whole fucking scene and just want to get what I came for. “I’m here to pick up a package from Rage.”

The big guy drops his eyes to my cut, reading my road name and jerking his head. I’m not home a lot. It’s been years since I’ve stepped foot in the clubhouse here in Little Rock, but I’m well-known and respected by my brothers. “Go through the back. PB will get you straight.”

Rounding the counter, the skinny brat steps in my path. “I’ll have you know, cocktail wieners come on toothpicks,” she emphasizes, referring to my earlier comment. I scoff under my breath. I’m not sure if she’s implying my dick is small, but I admire her spunk all the same. Maybe once she’s grown out of her bratty stage, I’ll give her something to choke on.

“OUT!” The giant roars to her, his arm outstretched toward the door.

“Calm down, big bro. Your forehead vein is showing.”

Thank fuck I don’t have siblings.

I find who I assume to be PB taping up a box in the back, his long hair and pretty face giving him away. “Hey, man.” He jerks a chin.

“I’m here to pick up a package from Rage.”

“Oh, yeah. Carnage, right?”

“Right.”

He opens a drawer and shoves an envelope across a desk. “Here you go.”

Grabbing up the envelope, I slip it inside my cut and leave without another word.

Chapter Two

Carnage

Blood clings to the walls, ceiling, and carpets of the hotel room. The figure on the bed once resembled a man. He suffered like my instructions stated. I don’t know why my brothers wanted this man dead. I didn’t ask. I opened the envelope and did the job.

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Rage Read online Ker Dukey (Royal Bastards MC #2) http://www.wownovels.com/rage-2-read-online-ker-dukey Mon, 24 Aug 2020 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/rage-2-read-online-ker-dukey Genre: Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Authors: Ker Dukey Series: Royal Bastards MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48943 (not accurate)
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Gabe “The Raging Beast” Cohen. Death. Blood. Pain. In all wars, there are casualties. I just didn’t think they would be ours. The memory, guilt of everything that’s gone down over the last few months, has rooted itself deep inside me, tearing open old wounds. I’ve spent my life in a constant state between agony and rage since I lost my wife. And now, I’m seeing her ghost everywhere I look. But what if she isn’t a ghost? What if it was all a lie? I’ve been lost to the darkness before, and my brothers pulled me out. I don’t think there’s an out this time. I’m becoming the darkness. To seek out the truth, I must first uncover the lie. Death leaves an echo. Blood. A scent. Pain. Pain has left an insatiable RAGE. This is book #2 in KER DUKEY'S Royal Bastard MC Series. (Part of the Royal Bastard MC World.) A dark, delicious, thrill ride, sure to have you turning the pages, desperate to see how it all ends.
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ROYAL BASTARDS CODE

PROTECT: The club and your brothers come before anything else, and must be protected at all costs. CLUB is FAMILY.

RESPECT: Earn it & Give it. Respect club law. Respect the patch. Respect your brothers. Disrespect a member and there will be hell to pay.

HONOR: Being patched in is an honor, not a right. Your colors are sacred, not to be left alone, and NEVER let them touch the ground.

OL’ LADIES: Never disrespect a member’s or brother’s Ol’Lady. PERIOD.

CHURCH is MANDATORY.

LOYALTY: Takes precedence over all, including well-being.

HONESTY: Never LIE, CHEAT, or STEAL from another member or the club.

TERRITORY: You are to respect your brother’s property and follow their Chapter’s club rules.

TRUST: Years to earn it...seconds to lose it.

NEVER RIDE OFF: Brothers do not abandon their family.

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Prologue

Willa

I can’t even remember the first time my brother used me as a tool to make money. Being traded for favors to make rent was such a regular part of my teen-hood. I didn’t realize how abnormal I was until I met the man who saved my life.

Gabe Cohen crashed into my world, obliterating the foundations to rubble. He built me a new life. A safe one. A protected one. The kind fairytales are made of. But fairytales don’t last, and like a cruel, twisted villain creeping out of the shadows, the old life found me and set fire to my happily ever after.

I was left dying in the embers.

My prince couldn’t find me amongst the ashes. His Willa died that day…but my heart kept beating.

Stories don’t always end once the final page is turned. There’s so much more left to be written. Sometimes the final page is just the start, and it’s up to us to determine whether it remains a fairytale or a tragedy.

The essence of the true love stories, the big ones, the beautiful, bright, epic loves, are always grown from the darkness of a fucked up beginning.

This is ours.

Two

Willa

Fifteen years old

Fear trickles into my veins. My heart quickens as my eyes plead with my brother to release me.

“Who takes care of you?” he demands as three of his friends gather around to watch the show. His fingertips pinch into my skin, his grip on my jaw punishing. They were waiting for me when I walked through the front door. I’d only been gone thirty minutes, but it was enough time for him to notice my absence.

“You do,” I grit out through clenched teeth, trying not to look at all the other eyes on me. It’s an odd thing to feel both invisible and under a microscope.

“Don’t you ever leave this house without my permission again.” He shoves me backward, relinquishing his hold, and my body hits the wall, my hair whisking around my face, offering a veil to conceal the tears threatening to fall. My chest heaves with anger and sorrow. I’m a prisoner in my own home—my own life. I’m running in place, being held down while silently screaming into a void.

Since my father walked out on us, Milo has had to provide and take care of us. He was sixteen. I was nine. Crime was how he kept a roof over our heads and food on the table. I became a possession. The deeper into crime he delved, the more he began to see himself as a king while everyone around him became his lowly subjects. Many-feared Milo, and he fed off it, breathed it into his lungs, and expelled it into those who surrounded him. Including me. It’s been six years since my father ditched and never looked back. I can’t even blame him. If I had the means, I’d run too.

Milo turns his attention to Anton, one of his boys who does errands around here—and who happened to come across me sneaking out the back door. “Where the fuck have you been with my sister?”

Anton’s face turns whiter by the second, his teeth puncturing his bottom lip. I feel bad for him, but he insisted on coming with me when I tried to leave, so he got himself into this situation. I have one brother, but all his sheep think they have a right to keep me locked up inside this godforsaken house.

“She was creeping out. I thought it best someone be with her,” Anton offers, but it doesn’t matter what he says. Evil screams from within Milo’s eyes. There’s no getting out of this without violence.

“I wasn’t creeping out. I needed something from the store,” I fume in defeated misery.

“Why didn’t you just go get what she needed?” my brother asks him, like my voice isn’t even being spoken into the room.

Slipping his hands into his pockets and shrugging his shoulders, Anton says, “She wouldn’t let me. Said it was personal stuff.”

My brother’s eyes cut to me, narrowing. I grip the shoulder strap of an old purse I found buried in dad’s closet. I’d convinced myself it belonged to my mother, but it was probably one of the one-night-stands he used to bring home regularly. I don’t remember our mother. My father said she’s dead, but I’m not sure if he just wished that was the case. Milo said he doesn’t ever remember having a mother, but it didn’t make sense. He was seven when I was born, surely he would have some memory of her.

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Animal Read online Ker Dukey (Royal Bastards MC #1) http://www.wownovels.com/animal-1-read-online-ker-dukey Sat, 28 Dec 2019 13:57:33 +0000 http://www.test123.demo2.xyz/animal-1-read-online-ker-dukey Genre: Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Authors: Ker Dukey Series: Royal Bastards MC Series by Ker Dukey
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Total pages in book: 48
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Alec “The Animal” Walker My best friend and I were inseparable as kids. That childhood bond turned to puppy love, and then pure, burning lust. We were biker brats, teenage misfits who only had eyes and hands for each other. But all that changed when our club found out her dad was a rat—an FBI informant trying to take down our empire. He betrayed his club. He betrayed his brothers. He betrayed her. He betrayed us. To tarnish the brotherhood legacy with such disloyalty and dishonor comes with swift retribution. Now, I’m forced to make a choice: my girl or my club. This will destroy her. Destroy us. In order to earn my patch, I have to take a traitor’s life—his. ****A dark, delicious, thrill ride, sure to have you turning the pages, desperate to see how it all ends.
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Prologue

Alec Walker…

My father always said to find a bitch who keeps your mind calm, belly full, and balls empty. Save your love for the road. If you give it to a woman, she’ll use it to control you, even after she’s left you.

The thing is, I didn’t give my love to a woman; I gave it to a girl who happened to turn into a woman, and this is our story…

One

Alec

Eleven years old.

“She will kick your ass,” I warn Mason, who’s picking up a toad, hoping to put it down Drew’s shirt. I’ve known Drew since she was six years old. I was on the cusp of turning eight and she caught my attention when a kid at a family cookout tried teasing her about her pigtails. She took a pair of scissors and cut them off, putting them in his lap, like a badass. From that day on she’s been my best friend.

Not two seconds later, a scream rings out, and Mason is lying on the ground, cradling his junk. “Told ya,” I snort, kicking off my sneakers and wading into the dirty water of the pond Mason’s old man calls a pool.

“You bitch,” Mason wheezes, trying to get his breath back.

“A bitch who kicked your ass.” Drew smirks, sauntering to where my sneakers lay on the grass. “Did you know he was going to do that?”

“I knew you were going to drop him,” I tell her honestly, grinning.

“My daddy said I shouldn’t be hanging out here. I got sick last time we played in this pool.” She scrunches up her nose, her freckles more noticeable in the summer sun.

“What’s wrong with the pool?” I hold out my hand, gesturing to the murky water swimming with wildlife. I don’t think they use the proper stuff to keep it clean like the pools at hotels.

“You think this is clean?” She places a hand on her hip, her mop of curls whipping around in the wind. It’s grown longer than usual.

“Clean enough.” I shrug. Since when has she cared about getting mucky?

She picks up my sneakers. “Clean enough for these?”

“Put them down, Drew,” I warn, and she teases by dangling them near the edge of the water. Before she can do anything with them, she’s shoved hard from behind and hurtles toward the pool face first. “Boom, bitch!” Mason hoots, hands in the air like he just won a wrestling match. Her body splashes against the water, but it’s too shallow, she was too close to the steps. She floats there, facedown, motionless. My stomach twists.

Racing to her, I pull her against me, turning her body and swiping her hair from her face. A ghastly crimson slit traveling from her hairline to the top of her eyebrow seeps blood. “Shit,” Mason calls out, running his hand through his hair.

“Go get your dad,” I bellow, dragging her out of the water and grabbing a towel holding it against her cut. “Drew, don’t do this to me. You’re my best friend, wake up.” I don’t know what to do. Panic blurs my eyes.

“Is she dead?” Mason asks, coming back outside.

“Did you get your dad?”

“Yeah. He’s on the crapper. Is she dead?”

If she is, I’m going to kill him. “Don’t be dead,” I plead.

“What the fuck did you do, you little asshole?” Mason’s dad roars, coming out through the back of the house, buckling his belt, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, wearing his cut with no shirt.

“Let me get a look, kid,” he tells me, removing the towel to look at the wound. He stinks of motor grease and ash. “Fuck, that’s going to leave a nasty fucking scar, and she’ll have a shiner for a couple weeks, but she’ll live.” He pats my shoulder and places my hand holding the towel back to her head.

Getting to his feet, he pulls out his phone and calls her dad. “Mitch, your girl’s banged up. Cut her head in the pool. Yeah, meet me there.” He ends the call, scoops Drew up, and puts her in the back of his dirty truck, gesturing for us to get in with her. I place her head on my lap and keep the towel against her wound, the gray fabric nearly completely red with her blood.

Ten minute trip to the hospital and she still hasn’t woken up. My gut hurts.

They rush her off on a gurney as soon as we get there, asking a thousand questions. She needs to be okay. She needs to be okay. She needs to be okay.

We’re sitting in the waiting room when her old man comes barreling through the doors like a bull in a china shop, nearly shattering the glass windows. “Where’s my baby girl?” he demands to any and everyone. Mason’s dad steps up, pulling him to the side and gesturing to her room. I stand, then sit, stand, pace, waiting. Two seconds later, my old man comes through the doors, looking pissed as all hell.

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