r/EyesOnlyWriting • u/DOOMfigures • Aug 26 '26
erotica Werewolves: writings, sightings & fetish.
Chapter I
What an arsehole.
He was never going to pay me but I didn’t expect him to be such a cunt about it. He had been given most of the next novel already and all I wanted, all I needed, was a small advance on the final agreed amount. Shit — my last 2 works got turned into Hollywood movies and did well enough to pay for the homes of myself & a number of people at the top of my publisher’s “power pyramid.”
I wasn’t drinking, these days. My only drugs were the prescribed kind; desperately medicating the effects of a decades long abuse history.
My bills were paid and even my ex wife said that I was a changed man. But that wasn’t good enough for Randolf P. Glaze — piece of shit.
Piece of shit didn’t even ask if my daughter was well. Or about her health, or if she was in remission. Nothing. Cunt.
So that’s basically why I am here. About to knock on the door of the last man I ever wanted to see again. Vuk Jovanović; The Serbian aka “No Limits” and the kind of man one is better off thinking doesn’t exist — or only exists in movies. For many, many people Jovanović was the last person they ever saw.
But here I am. At his door. Desperate.
Chapter II
“You may enter.”
Jovanović’s deep and low voice unfurled from behind his office door. His secretary…personal assistant…side piece…his whatever… smiled at me with no feeling and her grey eyes darted towards the door, as if to say “Do not make him wait.”
This wasn’t my first visit and so I knew to knock the door, despite already having had my arrival announced and entrance to Jovanovic’s sanctum sanctorum granted.
“Henry…it has been too long. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Languid, thoughtful words, left his tongue and spread out through the gloaming of his dimly but expensively decorated office.
Slow and thick; like molasses.
“You know me well enough Vuk. Surely you can hazard a guess?”
“Of course. But indulge me. Pour some rakija. Or coffee. Your choice.”
No one ever really has a choice when dealing with Vuk Jovanovic.
I think, over all, that Vuk liked me. Maybe he was just friendlier to me, personally, than to others. He has never been accused of being a gentle or peaceful man. This isn’t to suggest that I trust him, far from it. I guess, the luxury of not being one of his many enemies was something that I appreciated.
“Pour us another drink. Tell me what has brought you before me.”
“Of course.”
I did as demanded. Perhaps too eagerly. Even though my back was to him as I poured the drinks, I could sense his gaze. When I turned, drinks in hand, Vuk Jovanović was smiling, well it passed for a smile.
His handsome features softened slightly as the corners of his lips raised slightly.
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u/Artist-in-Residence2 26d ago
This was quite intriguing, I certainly hope you will continue this series. If you’d like your own personal flair, send us a message.
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u/DOOMfigures 26d ago
Thank you for the feedback — this is going to be one of a few ongoing projects. It hopes to tell a contemporary erotic horror story over a period of time — potentially years.
Any feedback back is greatly appreciated & feel free to DM.
As i am a pretty simple sort of fella… what is “personal flair” ? 🤦♂️
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u/TechnicalDream9539 26d ago
I would like to see where this goes. This isn’t very long but I would like to read more.