"WHO THE FUCK WAS HE, HUH!" He screamed at me. His anger was rolling off him in waves. "Goddamnit. ANSWER ME ROSE!" I just stood there for a moment until I realize something. "WE'RE NOT TOGETHER, YOUR NOT MY FATHER AND I DON'T OWE YOU SHIT ESPECIALLY AN EXPLANATION." I shouted back at him. My anger quickly turned into fear as he stalked towards me. My back it the wall as he trapping me from leaving. "You belong to me and only me. No one is allowed to touch you and your not allowed to touch anyone else." I looked at him with disbelief. Going around acting like I'm his slave. "I am not your property you do not own me. Like I said before we are not together so I can do whatever I want." I poked his chest with every word. ⚠️WARNING: THIS IS MY FIRST STORY AND THIS BOOK CONTAINS A LOT OF TYPOS. (When this book is completely finish I will delete it so that I can fix all the grammar errors and publish it when I'm finished.)

The simple story of how the broken angel fell for the dangerous devil. This story features: Ariana Grande Stephen James Grayson Dolan Zac Efron Cole Sprouse Madeleine Petsch Adriana Lima Etc. --------------- ⚠️⚠️⚠️ THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, SUCH AS VIOLENCE, BLOOD, AND MATURE LANGUAGE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. If you find this story or one of the chapters disturbing, let me know in the comments AND CLICK OFF THE CHAPTER. It's not cool to report because YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.⚠️⚠️⚠️ ----------------

When it comes to crowds or even a small group of people, Aurora Price, is shy, very reserved and doesn't talk much. She shrinks into her shell. The only two people she's comfortable around are her brother's Griffin and Max. When she's at home chilling with her brothers, she's sassy, bubbly and always singing and dancing. She has the voice of an angel, and the body of a goddess... but... she's broken in her soul. She's been abused and doesn't trust anyone but her brother's. They've bounced from foster home to foster home... but no one wanted to keep two gay boys and a shy, timid little girl. Until...... Oliver Stone... Tattooed from his neck to his hips, light grey eyes that look like smoke, 6ft 2 and nothing but muscle. Girls drool and immediately drop their panties at the sight of him and he knows it. He ruthless, bloodthirsty, powerful and a cold blooded killer. On the streets they call him "Ghost"... Rumors say it's because if you piss him off or mess with his crew, you'll never see him coming... you'll never predict when your death will happen... but you can trust that it will. He likes to play with his victims.. that is... until he crosses paths with shy little Aurora. She tamed the beast and she doesn't even know his name. .................................... "Hello there little one." He whispered as his arms wrapped tighter around me. Of all the times and places I fall, it has to be right now and in the arms of a god!? "What's your name beautiful?".... Did he just call me beautiful? I couldn't speak... I was too busy dealing with a panic attack to tell this sculpted god anything. Why was he asking anyways? No one takes an interest in me... Ever. "What's the matter angel? Do I frighten you that much?" He loosened his grip... I manage a small nod. He smiles and gently brushes his nose against mine.. my brother's call that Eskimo kissing. Whatever that means. "No need to be afraid of me sweetheart. I would never hurt an angel like you."

Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. He is extremely good-looking and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwanted dates, leaving him frustrated. Kenna, Aidan's best friend, is a doctor who has never found the right time for love. She has always been busy with work to an extent that she forgets about her own personal life. Both of them have always been close ever since they were kids, after a single incident that happened, instantly making them inseparable. As they grew older, things began to change yet best friends are forever . . . no matter the circumstances. What happens when Aidan sets up a contract and wants Kenna to be a part of it?

Janiyah was the kind of girl everyone adored - sweet, kind, and effortlessly alluring. Her beauty and vibrant personality drew people to get, making her the center of attention wherever she went. Always up for a good time, she never missed a chance to dance or have a good time. But no one could have predicted that one night, one party, would change her life. Copyright © 2014

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"I've always wanted a nigga to excite me, this aint what I meant tho." ~ Aubrey Cover By: AquariusTheAries

Just another person writing a guide book + prompts :)

"Alpha, the rogue is over there!" He pointed to a bush. And that's when the little thing came out, wagging her tail up in elegance and her chest puffed up in pride. She was fluffy, very fluffy. And her fur was as white as virgin snow. She was the size of a two month old wolf Pup. My mate was adorable. And her scent was intoxicating. She sniffed the air, and her little head snaps towards me. She jogs towards me , her tail wagging in joy and her steps have a joyful skip to them. She sits in front of my feet, looking up at me, her tongue stuck out in a cute little way, and her head was tilted in an angle. And her electric aqua blue eyes pierced through my soul. All I could think about is how the Moon Goddess blessed me with a cute little pup as my mate. But all could say was; "Mate!" **** My mate is a Pup, or so I thought... **** All rights reserved

He began walking over to me. This is it. I'm dead. I saw his shoes come into my view as I was looking down, hair covering my face. "Look at me." He growled out. I started to cry, too afraid to look. He grasped my chin and lifted my face to meet his. I mentally gasped. It's the guy from last night. His eyes held surprise too, before anger erupted in them. I cowered back in fear of what he might do. "Who did this to your face?" He growled. I started to cry again and shake. "Him." I whispered and gave a small nod toward the guy who hit me.