"Alexander, please no... I-I beg you. Please don't do this," I whispered, fear lacing every word as tears streamed down my cheeks."Shhh, tesoro... First, stop calling me by my name. Call me Alex, like you used to. And why are you crying? I haven't even started yet," he smirked, disgustingly calm as his hand reached for my face. I flinched. His eyes darkened. In a flash, his fingers tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with brutal force. "Don't fucking resist me, Sophie. Or it won't end well. Your tears are like gems to me-so cry more, just for me," he growled. I couldn't believe I never saw the monster hidden behind my best friend's smile."Now tell me-what foot did you move first when you tried to escape your cage?" His hand gripped a hammer, twirling it like it was a toy. "A-Alexander, please don't," I sobbed, thrashing against the chains locked around my wrists and ankles."I don't have time, mi tesoro. Punishment must be served. Now-WHICH FOOT?" he roared. ________ Meet Sophia Grace-a kind, soft-hearted girl living in a small apartment in Seattle. She's a passionate photographer, living her best life with her two closest friends: Alexander and Daniel. They share everything, bound by one rule-never catch feelings. Break that rule, and everything falls apart. But what happens when one of them does? What happens when Sophia is pulled into a darkness she never saw coming-dragged into hell by her best friend? ______ Meet Alexander Dante Moretti-a cold, calculating, dangerously handsome mafia leader. To the world, he's a 23-year-old billionaire, the most eligible bachelor. But in the underworld? He's feared. Ruthless. Untouchable. Alex has always harboured an obsession for Sophia. Years ago, he confessed. She rejected him. But his obsession never died-it evolved into something darker. Now, he's done waiting. Done playing the nice guy. And he's ready to claim what's his, no matter the cost. Even if it means chaining her to his world. Even if it means breaking her.

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

Enslavement was sudden and forced for Chyronex, who is the sole Moon Priestess of Swendula. Within her Moon Tower, the insufferable warlord has deemed her residence is now his and she is his war prize. It would be a simple tale of slave fighting against master, but her warlord holds many secrets behind his carefully chosen words. Later, when the King arrives after months waiting, Chyronex will soon find out the real purpose of her enslavement. Unfortunately, Chyronex will only learn her true nature while everyone around her tries to control it. Overtime, as she realises the power she holds inside her soul, she will have to choose risking everything fighting for her beliefs. The smart way to do so is staying quiet and obedient until the moment is just right... and even then, she'll have to prepare for the consequences of fighting back. A warlord, a prisoner, an insane witch and a King will be a part of the tightrope Chyronex has to navigate, in search of her true identity. *Fantasy/Romance/BDSM/Magic/* Draconess Series. Chyronex Vol 1. is also published as an ebook on Amazon for $2.99 USD.

"𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬" Where a girl who has a crush on the quiet/hostile boy in her English class soon finds out he's insanely toxic but somehow is unable to leave him alone ♡︎ Treylynd (Tray-lind) Don't be a ghost reader loves, vote and comment ♡︎ DISCLAIMER!!!! This is NOT your normal toxic relationship book! It's more mentally and physically abusive while Trey is VERY manipulative and narcissistic! If you aren't okay reading that then you shouldn't. Mwah!! This Book belongs to me and should not be copied, recreated, or printed in any such way without notifying me first and giving me credit. If so I will have to take legal actions. Thank you. -𝐆𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 Enjoy.

Delete the old version of me in your head please, I'm not her anymore.

"𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐰𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧' 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬." - 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 👅 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚜𝙽𝚊𝚒𝚒 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟶

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" 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘪 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵" 𝐀𝐏𝐑21 𝐀 𝐑𝐈4𝐕𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

"𝘄𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝗶 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄. 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗺 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗿𝘆𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲"

"Montana, come here." He nodded his head toward the door, leaving out of the room. Staying silent as Ms. Carol looked at me, I kissed the back of Josiah's hand before leaving out of the room. As I walked out, Messiah stood there looking at me in disgust while I closed the door. "What are you doing that shit for?" "Huh?" I said since I had nothing else to say, just trying to stall time to get my words together. "Why are you stripping, Monty?" Sighing, I decided that I wasn't going to lie like I'd originally planned to do after listening to Chocolate's stupid advice. "Money." I spoke simply and he scoffed as I looked down. "Why not just ask Josiah for money instead doing hoe shit?" "First of all, It's not doing hoe shit. I don't have sex with anyone. I just dance. And I don't want to ask him for any money. It's not his job to take care of me." "So stripping..." He trailed off with a laugh. "..stripping was the last resort? Instead of putting your pride aside?" Saying nothing, I just looked at him with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell him, Messiah." I could already tell by the look on his face that he was going to tell him. "I ain't gon' tell him.." Thank God. I thought. "..you are." "What?!" I shrieked. "No. I'm not." "You are." He spoke in a demanding tone. "Please. You know how he is." I expressed "And you know how he is too but you made that bed." "Messiah, he's going to kill me." I begged. "I know." He shook his head, walking away from me. "Better figure it out. You got until the end of the day to tell him or I will." He mumbled before walking back into the room.