Tarnished by the Troll
By Harpie Alexander
Copyright
Copyright @ 2019 by Harpie Alexander
Editor: J Mills
Cover Designer: Harpie Alexander
This novel is a complete work of fiction. Everything included in this novel: characters, places, events, accidents, storylines, etc. are drawn from the imagination of the author, not based on real life. Nothing told in this story is based on any real events, any real person, any real business or story. Any resemblances of the characters, or events that occur in this book are completely coincidental.
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About & Warning
An Filthy Erotic Troll Romance with a Guaranteed HEAs.
An ominous toll bridge or the ex that's chasing me down. The choice is easy...that is, until I realize I've just made a deal with a troll. A seven foot, hulking monster with dangerous eyes. Except he's not glaring at me at all. Just when I thought my life was over, he saves me. I'd be lying if I said desire isn't coursing through my veins...and from the way he's devouring me with his eyes, I'd say he wants to ravage me too.
A 8k+ word provocative fantasy short with some dark elements and very mature content (18+)
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Disclaimer
Chapter 1: The Rescue
Chapter 2: The Toll
Chapter 3: The Taking
Chapter 4: The Finale
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Chapter 1: The Rescue
(Start here or skip to Chapter Three for Sexy Stuff!)
"SHIT!" I BLURT OUT loud, lightly pressing on the breaks while rounding a tight bend in the road, attempting to avoid the ditch. I was speeding just a tad too fast.
Wiping the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand, I check the rearview mirror before making a quick left up at the four way stop, then pull over and turn the engine off. My anxiety is about to hit its maximum limit courtesy of my ex Mark. It doesn’t matter how many court restraining orders I pull, the fucker is bent on ruining my life.
My fingers cross, hoping he doesn't spot me on the side of the road, given that the sun is starting to set. When I see his car passing through the intersection behind me, going in a completely different, I sag a little in my seat. I wish I could relax, but I’m just so stressed out. It would be nice to stop somewhere for the night and work out some of this stress, but I'm not the kind to just pick up a one-night stand, even though it's been a seriously long since I had a good release. The idea is tempting, but even if it was a real option, unfortunately, I can't.
I'm on the run.
It turns out everything I thought I knew about my ex had been one big, fat, sham. And that probably makes me the most oblivious person in the galaxy, but I'm okay with that because I got my revenge. And sure, my revenge is the reason for my current slew of problems, but it was totally fucking worth it.
Six months ago, I had come home from work to find my boyfriend of five years cheating on me with some blonde woman, in our bed. There I was just thinking our imperfect relationship just needed some extra work, and everything was going to be fine. Or at least that’s what I thought. All the while he was just using me and getting his rocks off. Perhaps I was trying so hard that it didn't click that I was the only one putting the effort in.
When he lost his day job at some security firm and couldn't get rehired elsewhere, I worked my ass off and snatched extra shifts up at my job. His struggle with depression seemed so real, that I even picked up the slack at home too. I’ve been there, I knew what it was like and being there for him was the least I could do.
But it was hard.
And I had done my best to deal with it.
Our sex life took an abysmal hit. Sex was few and far between and it was always the same boring position so he could play with my tits. Turns out, he was no longer even attracted to me and needed the visual to keep his hard on. At least that's what his woman on the side claimed as he continued to plow her in front of me, not caring that I finally caught onto his charades.
Bastard.
And that's not even the icing on the cake, he didn't just cheat on me once. Oh, no. Apparently, he had been cheating on me the entire time, I was just the woman he charmed, so he could have everything he wanted with little to no work and cost. I cooked, cleaned, worked double shifts, just so he could bring other women into our apartment—no—my apartment that I paid for, and was in my name. He was a freeloading, cheating jackass. I was such a fool to ever think he was deserving of my love and time.
Of course, I didn’t know this at all until near the end, otherwise I would have left his ass long ago, but the worst part, shit only started to smash the fan only after being together for one year. We had one good year together, where it really felt like we were a team, and that he was truly the one for me. Looking back, why I ever stayed so long is beyond me. There were red flags everywhere. I guess I chose to ignore them or thought things would go back to how they were in that first year.
I was so naive.
I decided to get revenge, even though that’s not typically the kind of person I am. It seemed important to make a stand and say that I wasn’t going to be his victim any longer.
So what did I do?
I contacted the landlord of my apartment and cancelled the lease, signing it over to some family that needed a home. They agreed to move in without looking at the place providing that I paid for their first three months. It was a fair trade off and someone needed to put Mark in his place. It turned out I’d be the one to do it. For my plan to work, Mark needed to be in the dark, and if the landlord started showing the place, it would be too obvious.
Everything was going along smoothly, just as I planned.
‘Move out day’ was just the beginning.
The guy that signed the new lease for his family was a police officer, so all his buddies evicted Mark, albeit illegally. It was a joy to watch the police toss all of Mark's shit out in the front yard. And the woman that he had with her, left him standing alone like a dumbass. Serves him right.
But that's not all.
I closed all our bank accounts too. And when I say our, I mean mine, because he was never around when I set them up. Probably too busy cheating on me or something. Good thing too since Mark never ‘bothered’ getting another job or tried to make money. Instead, he relied on my income, which I cut off on move out day, and I’m sure he spent a good chunk in those 30 days, but it was the grand finale I was looking for. I’m surprised he didn’t see it coming too. I mean, what a dumbass.
No home. No money. No job.
It was glorious, and sure, maybe I was a bit passive aggressive in my revenge, but I needed to claim my life back after the hell he put me through. He needed a good wake up call. I’m glad that justice had been served.
After the fiasco, I moved to a new city, got a new job and a new place to live. It was quiet and I was beginning to feel like everything was normal again.
But I was dead wrong.
Turns out he had a vicious side I never knew. Five years and I had no idea what he was capable of. Sure, I'm a bit passive aggressive, but I never actually physically harmed anyone, or stalked them fr
om home to home to home.
And that’s exactly what he did.
Somehow, he managed to get a car...I honestly wasn't expecting that. I don't know if it belongs to his new girlfriend or if he saved up money somewhere, or if it's a rental, and frankly it doesn't matter. He managed to find out where I moved to and has been stalking me ever since.
Threatening me. Claiming I robbed him off his life.
Me.
I didn't take him seriously until he tried to physically attack me. He barged into the bar I worked at and threw a punch at me. Of course, that was a massive problem with pretty much everyone at work, but that’s when I knew I had a problem. I've been on the run since. Moving from home to home. Each and every time the bastard finds me.
I'm at my wit's end. I just want to live a normal life, settle down and have a family. I'm so frustrated that my life turned out this damn way, but I’m glad that my eyes have been opened. It was honestly for the best.
It's also for the best that I lose his tail on me too.
I glance around, thinking enough time has passed.
Turning the engine back on, I press my foot even harder on the gas. My car picks up even more speed. The limit is around fifty miles on this stretch of road, and I’m going at least sixty-five. It would have been much smarter to take the highway, but I thought I could lose Mark in one of these back roads.
It didn’t happen. Guess I’m not as familiar with the area as I thought.
As I turn around another bend, I notice something I’ve never spotted on this road before. A dilapidated toll booth that looks so run down, I’d be surprised if anyone was running it. It doesn’t look like the best idea. There’s no sign, no price list, nothing. Plain old nothing. No wonder I’d never seen it before, it’s so dingy my brain must have ignored it.
The sun is nearly set, but this back road appears darker than the main road. There’s a light pole next to the small building, flickering its dull yellow light like the bulb is about to expire. It’s dingy as fuck. Bad idea or not, I have nothing else to lose. Everything I’ve done so far has been zero help for riding me of my ex. I’m not scared of him per say, but I certainly don’t feel safe. Not since the bar incident, and certainly not after the fact that he turned into some creepy ass stalker.
Peeking through my rearview mirror, with no signs of Mark, I make a right-hand turn onto rocky gravel side road that leads up the toll booth. My car wobbles as I drive forward until I stop at the booth’s window. The rocky path after the booth gate, is barely visible, so I have absolutely no idea where it leads. Doubting he’d expect me to take this route gives me a bit of hope.
Although there’s a sinking feeling in my gut, like something is about to go seriously wrong, I ignore it and put my best foot forward. I can’t back out now. It doesn’t matter if I lost Mark on a different road, he always manages to catch up to me.
Anger boils through me as I roll down my window and shove my arm through to tap on the glass panel.
“Hello? Anyone still in there? I’d like to pass through please. I’m kind of in a rush.”
I poke my head out, peering upwards. The glass panel is dark. I can’t see through it, and I’m starting to worry that I’ve made a mistake. Hurriedly, my fingers tap on the window again.
“Please. I’m trying to get away from my stalking ex-boyfriend. He’s trying to hurt me. I'll pay whatever the price, just let me through.”
Lights blare into my back window. My blood turns ice cold. There’s a car behind me, and I know it’s Mark. I just fucking know it.
Suddenly, the toll booth gate starts to rise with slow, shaking increments. So slow, I’m not sure if it will ever rise in time, because Mark jumped out of his car and is heading my way.
“Trisha, get out the car now. It’s time you pay for what you did, you bitch!” He hollered at the back of my car.
Rolling my window up and locking all the doors, I immediately feel much safer. Now that the toll gate is up, I take my car out of park and hit the pedal. I get about ten feet before something hits the back of my car. I hit the brakes.
Crash!
A fist sized rock smashes through my back windshield and into the front. The glass cracks from the center outwards, then shatters into a million pieces. I raise my arms to protect my face, while my heart thunders in my chest. Glass flies everywhere.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I scream. I can feel the rush of fight or flight kicking in as hormones burst through my veins.
It ends just as quickly as it starts, but I know I can’t stay in this car. Not with glass everywhere, I’ll cut myself, but it’s not safe outside either.
I pull the handle and jump out. The gravel crunches loudly beneath my feet. Keeping my back to the forest and rocky path, my eyes scrutinize Mark, who doesn’t even look ashamed. I can’t let the bastard out of my sight.
Who knows what he’ll try next?
“Call 911,” I shout to whoever is working the toll booth. “He’s breaching his restraining order.”
Not like it will do any good, the damn cops in this state have ‘bigger fish to fry’ than some waste of a life ex-boyfriend. That’s what I was told, and Mark knows that, but if the police arrive at least they can force him to leave. It’s a damn shame they won’t arrest him. Apparently, it’s too much paperwork. Assholes.
He stalks forward, hopping over the toll gate, then moves around my car with a malicious look on his face. “The police aren’t going to save you out here and you know that.” His hands curl into fists, and his face scrunches up making him look not only hideous, but dangerous. “You cost me a lot of problems.”
My heart thumping through my chest. I briefly look over my shoulder, noting the environment. I regret not bringing a weapon with me. “You brought all those problems on yourself when you decided to use me as a fucking doormat.” My voice is seething with anger, but it does nothing to cool me down.
The door to the toll booth bursts open, breaking apart from the hinges on the frame before flying through the air and landing on the ground. A tall, dark and shadowy figure emerges.
“Did you call 911?” I cry out.
“Who the fuck do you think you ar—” Mark begins to say, before taking a step back with fear clearly written across his face. “What the fuck is that?” His voice turns into a shrill screech, like a screaming toddler that isn’t getting his way.
How I ever found him attractive, heaven only knows. Even without his creeper stalking tendencies, I find him downright repulsive.
A massively tall monster emerges from the shadows, heading towards Mark. He’s an impressive specimen and incredibly human looking given the fact he’s not human at all. His skin is a bold and rich dark green. His muscles are incredibly large, bigger than muscle builders that I’ve seen on television, but they are not oversized and disgusting. They are corded and flex as he moves, giving the appearance as if they are about to burst, but still appropriate for his sheer size.
“Wait,” I call out, somehow completely unfazed by what I’m seeing. “What are you doing?” I take a step forward, but freeze when he turns his head, his golden eyes penetrating me to my core.
“Will protect you,” his voice is deep and thick, and I feel lulled by the safety it seems to provide.
This humanish monster, something I’ve never seen before, speaks of protection. And while I don’t completely understand what in the hell is going on, I find that I really don’t care. If it takes a seven-foot monster to get my ex off my back, I’m completely fine with that, even if that makes me a nutcase.
“Get away from me you fucking freak,” Mark shouts at the monster. He heads back over the toll gate and towards his car. Unfortunately he trips, falling backwards, smashing himself onto the ground.
The monster reaches Mark and picks him up off the ground by his throat with one hand. The sheer amount of strength that would require has me gasping in shock.
“Let me go,” Mark screams, his feet dangling below him.
“
No.” The monster responds, before turning around and heading back inside the toll booth, both disappearing out of sight.
A bright blue light flashes from the room while a strange buzzing sound begins before ending with a loud pop. I reach up and clasp my hands over my ears for protection.
I stand there, still as ever, wondering what the fuck just happened. It’s eerily quiet, and I’m just as equally dumbfounded.
Chapter 2: The Toll
I nervously tap my feet as several minutes pass. The plan was to thank my rescuer, maybe get his name if he would offer it to me, but standing alone out in the middle of nowhere doesn’t feel safe. I mean yeah, I was definitely better off now that Mark was carted off to heavens knows where, but that didn’t mean I was safe from any wildlife in the area. Who knows what's lurking around here, especially given everything I just saw? Yeah...sticking around doesn’t seem like a great idea. And despite all that, I also feel a little foolish...like what in the hell just happened? Did I fall asleep? Am I stuck in some fantasy dream where all my problems are magically solved?
I don't think so.
Heading the five or so steps over to the toll booth, I pop my head in. What was he planning to do with Mark anyways? When I see that no one’s there, I scratch my head. It’s rather baffling, but I don’t question it. There's no need to, it's one of those situations where you just let it be and move on pretending it never happened. Don't question your sanity, everything will be fine. Right?
“I don’t know if you can hear me, but uhh...thanks for all the help. I appreciate it. I’ll be off now."
Carefully avoiding the sharp glass scattered about in my car, I grab all my shit and slam the door shut, still pissed that my car is ruined. If my phone wasn’t dead I’d probably make a few phone calls, but I couldn’t find my charging cable.
“That damn bastard knows no boundaries...really.” I mutter to myself while hefting my stuff over to Mark’s vehicle, hoping that he left the keys inside before his ass got carted off. “Bastard deserved it though.” I chuckle.
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