There was no light within him. From the midnight curls to his charcoal eyes that stalked prey. He was the dark magic mother warned me of, and I wanted to be hexed. He was no match for me. "I want to know you" In which a girl whose only experience lays in fairy tales catches the attention of a towns most prolific underground boxing delinquent Bwwm #18 in Boxing the 22nd of December 2020 #30 in WMBW the 22nd of November 2020 #33 in WattyAwards 11th of December 2020 #51 in WMBW 11th of December 2020

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He struggles with touch. She struggles with trust. How could these two, afraid of necessities of love, ever come to need each other? * * * Ulyssa Miller, a proud college student in psychology, strives to become the best therapist she can be in order to hopefully save her father from himself. She's as goal-oriented as she is anxious, especially on the boundaries of romance. One day though, a certain instance happens that pulls her and the headman of the town into a game of tug of war, and it was all but pleasure, specifically when he points out to her that she's gone under influence of a mental disorder herself. Vincent Lorence, always wearing leather gloves and drowning in agony, is one of the richest, most mysterious men in the city, but also the mayor. So, what happens when he lets out his embarrassing secret to this woman? ~~~ Will he cower to protect his reputation, or will Ulyssa stay away to shield her heart? 𝙊𝙧, 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙨, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙨...𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣, 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➥ Started: 6/7/21 - Finished: 7/30/21

In the process of updating :) Out•cast /out kast/ 1. A person who has been rejected by society or a social group. ****** "You're a psycho," Is all I manage to get out. A crazy look appears in his eyes, "Oh, my love..." He chuckles walking towards me. I take a step back falling onto the bed. I immediately scoot as far as I could just before falling off. "You don't know the half of it." He reaches the bed, dragging me closer to him by my right ankle. He hovers over me with his arms around my head. Michael leans in closer, "I will earn your love, even if I have to kill for it." * * * * * Eighteen year old Michael Pierce, whose friends call him Mike, is a stereotypical popular boy. A senior in high school and the captain of the varsity football, he gets plenty of attention from girls. Everyone has their eyes on him, but he has his eyes on her. A seventeen year old, unknowing of and not caring about what life may bring as a senior. She's a rebel at heart, her name is Kaitlyn Nixon, or simply Kaitlyn. No one really cares for an outcast, except one, her stalker. ^ Highest Rankings; #1 in Stalked category, #3 in Stalker category, #25 in Outcast category, and #7 in Senior category // KikADot \\

"You can't do nothing for yourself?" She shakes her head while looking at her feet, "Look at me and answer me with your words." She slowly looks up, "N-No S-Sir." I walk pass her and she keeps her head down, "Don't just stand there, follow me. I'm taking you back, I didn't sign up for this. I was told to watch over a woman, but I wasn't told that the woman couldn't do anything for herself. Your basically a kid in a grown woman body." I look back at her from the corner of my eye and see a tear sliding down her face. "Are you crying? Why? You couldn't have gotten attached that quick." She keeps her head down and I groan, "Ugh, please stop crying." She wipes her face and sniffle, "Why are you crying?" "Because the old man promised me that you would take care of me. He lied to me, you're taking me back to that place." I throw my head back and close my eyes shut. By old man she means my father. "Okay, okay, okay. Stop crying, I'm not taking you back." ££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££££ Niall Andrews is the son of a man who saves people that have been kidnapped. These people go missing from days to years. Niall is building up his own company to compete against his dad. As soon as Niall company starts growing, his father pushes a woman on him to take care of. Haven Posh has been in a basement since she was a baby. She was kidnapped months after she was born. Niall's dad is the person to find Haven and save her, but none of Haven family are around for her to go back to. Not only that, Haven can't do anything for herself. The only thing she can do is clean herself and read, but don't know what any of the words mean or what she's reading. What happens when Haven ends up in Niall's care? Cover By: @ihavenocluesoo

[COMPLETE] [IN NEED OF EDITING] "He won't satisfy you like I will darling you know why? Because he's not me and you're not his slut. You're mine" "Answer him Adora or so help me you won't cum" Reid landed a spank to Adora's already sore ass. "R-Reid I can't fuck I can't" he locked his fingers into her curly hair pulling her up continuously slamming himself into her. "Be a good girl for me Adora and pick up the phone" he said lowly in her ear, filling her up. Adora reached over for the phone still feeling her orgasm building up. His hand reaches around her to rub her clit. "Adora baby where are you?" ➪ Adora Rose married to Theodore Hunt one would call him a momma's boy, their marriage is simple, problems she cannot handle. Their sex life is absolutely nothing Adora wants, she learns more about her sexual desires when Theo suggest a sex therapist. But he hires the best sex therapist in the country Reid Romano who introduces Adora to the world of BDSM. Adora fell for his charm even trying to avoid the idea of cheating on her husband but could ignore the temptation that came along with it. cover by RoseEmiliaSnape ✍︎︎ highest rankings #1 in therapist !! #1 in bwwm #1 in good girl #1 in affair #1 in secretrelationship #1 in bdsmrelationship #1 in sexual frustration #1 in submissive #1 in possessive #1 in darling #1 in mature #2 in jealousy #3 in ongoing #4 in love

The heavy smell of cigarette smoke couldn't even mask the metallic smell of aged blood beneath the floor boards. These were dangerous men. Boys with knives and painted skin.. ~ We laid in the darkened room letting the comfortable silence cover us. His tattooed hand lightly stroked the moist skin of my arm. Yuji was beautiful.. "I'm going to hell..." He said nonchalantly. My eyes danced along his strong jawline and shoulder length, tapered hair. Currents of silky, onyx hair. "I've touched such a pure soul with unclean hands..." He sat up, climbed to his feet and grabbed his silk robe from the door, concealing the Oni and blossoms that adorned his back. [Completed 02/27/20] *************************************************** Warning: This book is rated M for mature. This novel will include sexual situations, violence, and crude language. Let's try to be adults about this. If I catch you copying my book, I'll sue.

My hand was clutching impatiently at the hem of your skirt. Your aroma is taunting. Toasted sugar and lavender dancing around like mist... There is a twitch in my lips, and I am too excited to be bothered with shielding it from you as you are just a breath away. We are always so close with too many inches between us. Yet, still just a breath away. I want to hold you and savor you completely. Your deep brown eyes...Whole and fluttering slowly. Dazed and tenderly innocent. A tongue pokes out to gloss your rounded lips .I want to savor it. I want your mouth never to sever from mine. Never. Never... --- Veronica wanted nothing but to bloom. Jacob wanted nothing but her. Soft and rabid. Bitter desiring sweet. --- WARNINGS *LOTS OF VIOLENCE *OBSESSION *CHILD ABUSE

"Okay", I said calmly before I rubbed my face tiredly. Yes, tiredly. I was tired of his useless responses. I just wanted him out of my house. "Get out", I stated quietly, but with strength. A moment passed and he looked at me like I was crazy. "Excuse me?," He asked me, looking annoyed. "Get . Out", I told him again. He blinked once and I saw his jaw tick once. Standing straight, he started walking towards me, taking huge steps, making his combat boots thud on the floor. I sucked in a breath but I didn't back away, I stood my ground. This was my house, he was the imposter here, not me. But I soon started regretting not moving back because he didn't stop until he was really close to me. Yes, he was tall, alright. My face was practically almost buried in his chest and I could feel his body heat enveloping my small frame. He leaned his head down so his lips were directly above my ear before he spoke. "Danae...," He drew my name out and I gulped at how smoothly my name rolled off his tongue. "I have no fucking idea what my stupid brother has been doing to you, but, if you ever speak to me like that again...", He trailed off, breathing against my ear. "I will make sure that I fuck some respect into you.", He said lowly. I shut my eyes but I didn't back away from him. "Don't ever, talk to me like that, ever again," he warned me. I kept quiet, just steadily breathing as I tried my hardest to keep calm. Clenching my teeth, I prayed that Deon wouldn't walk back in here and see me like this with him. When I didn't answer, he gripped my neck and squeezed on it, cutting off my air supply. "Do you understand me, tigre?", He asked me..