Fable of Happiness (Fable #1) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Fable Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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He needs help.

“Walk.” Striding toward me, he pushed the edge of the shovel into my chest. “Enjoy the sun. Look upon my valley. Don’t spend your last moments begging.”

Tears sprang to my eyes as he pushed my shoulder to spin me around, then shoved me forward.

I stumbled but didn’t fall.

The blade of the shovel bit into my shoulder blades, marching me ahead.

I had no choice.

I let him push me to my death.

Think!

Don’t let him do this!

I sniffed back tears and shoved away panic, embracing the clearheadedness of certainty. This time, I didn’t doubt that he would kill me. Passion didn’t direct this. Rage didn’t conduct his actions.

This was him, drowning beneath madness, and I wouldn’t be able to negotiate or plead. Sex wouldn’t change his mind. Conversation would most likely make him snap.

It’s over, Gem.

I balled my hands.

It’s not over.

Not yet.

My mind whirled with options.

Self-defense classes shook off cobwebs and shot back into memory. I’d been good. I’d been strong. If I could tackle him and take him by surprise, I might earn enough time to run.

Looking past the swaying fields of grass, beyond the trees ringing the clearing of the house, I focused on the cliff face. The same cliff I’d stupidly descended into this nightmare.

If I can get to that, I can vanish.

I doubted he could climb, and even if he could, he wouldn’t have the stamina that I’d built up over the years, nor the swiftness that came from training a body to have muscles where others only had weaknesses.

My index fingers could hold my entire body weight. My foot could anchor me on a precipice with just my toes. If it took every ounce of effort and every trick I could muster, I would commit because this was my life.

And I’m not willing to give it up.

The house grew smaller behind us. The river became louder the closer we went. Late afternoon sunshine beat down upon us, its heat welcome but also mocking. Sweat beaded on my spine and slicked between my breasts, my pulse whizzing with adrenaline.

This was my last chance. My boots were still in the bathroom from where he’d carried me after my shower. The borrowed sweater and slacks I wore were more suited for a decadent dinner instead of rock climbing away from a monster.

I had no supplies, no PLB, nothing but my eagerness to return home and get as far away from this valley as possible.

And that’s enough.

It has to be.

Shadows fell over us as he pushed me into a thicket of trees. Deeper and deeper, the sounds of wildlife slowly faded the farther from sunlight we went.

Only once we reached a patch of earth where nothing grew—no trees, no flowers, not even a dandelion—did he drop the shovel from my shoulder blades and growl, “Stop.”

I stopped.

I sucked in a breath.

I turned to face him.

Bracing myself, I let viciousness overcome me. I wasn’t naturally a fighter. I didn’t like arguments and preferred to swallow my opinions instead of getting into a debate. However, this time, I would break every bone in his body if it meant he’d stop threatening me.

Tenacity made me try to appeal to him one last time. “Listen to me. Know me. I’ve told you once, and I’ll tell you again. My name is Gemma Ashford. I have a baby brother who I adore, and we lost our father a few years ago. My mother doesn’t understand me, and I struggle to find genuine friends. I live alone in a house I love, but I sometimes get so lonely I would rather get lost in a national park than sit by myself for another night. That’s how I found you. I followed a ribboned track that looked aged and afraid and just as lonely as me.”

“Quiet.” He pinched the bridge of his nose before tossing me the shovel and pointing at the ground. “Dig.”

I caught it, wrapping shaking fingers around the wooden handle. “I get loneliness, you know. I know what it’s like to create habits that don’t work around others. I know how hard it is to let someone in because you think, once you do, that the loneliness will be a thousand times worse when they’re gone.”

“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me!”

“You’re right.” I nodded, clinging to the shovel. “I don’t. But I could...if you told me. If you stopped being such a bastard and saw that, despite how you’ve treated me, regardless of your abuse, I’m still open to understanding.”

He marched into me, his hand swooping toward my throat.

I didn’t let him get purchase. Not a third time. He would not be strangling me today. Dancing backward, I held up the shovel as a weapon. “Give me your name.”

“I don’t have a name.” He crouched into a predator stance. A hunter ready to pounce. “I suggest you dig. Now.”


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