redemancy; a love returned A story in which an innocent girl is found at the wrong place at the wrong time, and meets the six most dangerous men on earth.

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She breaks down computer programs. He breaks into her house. Neither are adept for romance, and yet that's exactly what they find one eventful night.

Flora. An innocent nineteen year old, who has incredible abilities, but doesn't know why. Alexander. A ruthless, power hungry vampire, who's been searching for centuries for a witch powerful enough to complete a certain spell for him. What happens when Alexander kidnaps Flora to keep her abilities for himself? Will she be the one to melt his ice cold heart, or will he just end up corrupting her innocence? EXTRACT: "How do you turn into a vampire?" He sighed then reached for his drink and took a few gulps. "What is this- a fucking interrogation? I kidnapped you, surely I should be asking the questions, hm?" He muttered with a raised brow and I shrugged. "I don't know how kidnapping works, I've never kidnapped anyone! But haven't you been alive for like, hundreds of years? Shouldn't you know how to kidnap people?" This man is very rude and I don't like it! Before I could even form a pout on my face he was in front of me and pushed me down so my back was lying on the bed and he was above me. "Believe me, I know how to kidnap people..." he said with a smirk as he looked me over. "If I could have it my way, I'd have you tied up on this very bed, begging me to fuck you until I finally do then drain your sweet blood from your pathetic little body." I gasped at his words as I looked up at him in shock. Oh my... but that's for only when your married. "I-I-" He smirked then ran his finger down my neck. "But there's something special about you." He stated as he pulled away. "I've never met a person with blood that tastes like yours, and can do the shit that you do." I slowly sat up with my heart pounding out of my chest and my flushed cheeks. "W-why?" He scoffed then turned around to look at me. "That's what we're trying to find out."

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"

"Hey Fatty." "..." "Hey Gorgeous." "..." "Hey Angel." "..."

"Sweetheart, you disobeyed us, when we tell you to do something you do it," King muttered, his breath hitting the shell of my ear. I was focused on the three sets of hands-on me how they didn't miss how my body responded to them. We were in the back of the club, me being ambushed after I walked off stage. They had told me to quit my job, that they would take care of me. No matter how relieving that may be, I wasn't going to rely on anyone again. But I didn't think of the consequences if I didn't obey them. After their unspoken promise for punishment when they told me to never walk on that stage again unless I'm dancing for them and only them. I disobeyed them, and I could feel the cruel intent broiling under the surface of their cool facade. King was standing behind me, Alexander and Cade were standing in front of me. Alexander was pulling the straps of my bra down my shoulders, Cade had his hand wrapped around my throat, and King's fist was wrapped in my hair, pulling my neck back. "Get your pretty ass dressed. Then you are coming home with us. We'll teach you what happens when you forget who you belong to," Alexander said with a cruel smile on his face. My heart was racing, and I started to break out in a sweat. My chest was rising and falling with the quick breaths I took, and I knew they would never hurt me the way I knew they could. They wanted to protect me, is what they said. But how much of what they say can I believe? --------------------------------------- This is a mature story, and I'm not bothering with saying 18+ because that would be a joke. So proceed with caution if your mind hasn't been tainted. (nearly impossible considering you are on this app).

"Tell me what you're thinking about." He demands, while still clutching her so close to his chest she can hear his heart beat faster and faster. She was the only reason he needed. "Nothing important." She replies, her words spoken as soft as can be. He shakes his head, frustrated he didn't know her inner workings. Didn't know how to soothe her thoughts. "Not good enough, I want a real answer." Her eyes widened at the sheer dominance in his tone, so she speaks, but with much hesitancy "I'm just-I'm scared that all of this will go away. I don't want it to ever go away. I don't want any of you to go away." She looks up at him with tears brimming her eyes. It killed him to see her with that pain in her eyes once again. "We are never going away, ever. I promise." "We promise," The three of them spoke with such certainty that would make anyone cower in fear. She could do nothing but believe them. And for all intents and purposes, that's exactly what she did. _ Tabitha, but she likes just 'Tabby' for short, Morreno is a sweet, quite radiant, hopeful being. Hopeful for a world she let go of long ago. Can they give her the life she so richly deserves? Add in rival gangs, a splash of chocolate milk, plus four broody men on top of a whole lot of love. Then, perhaps, we might just see.

BOOK ONE ~ I was born Vanessa Montgomery. But to be honest, I have always hated that name. ~ In a small fantasy world where loving your fellow gender is a crime that can get you arrested or worse, killed, Vanessa is asked to choose between going to jail or going to a home for 'getting better' and she might be a little bitch but she knew she would not survive a day in prison so getting better it was. Except if she knew what she was getting herself into, she would have gladly ran to prison and kissed the prison guard personally. In a place where each individuals name is changed into flavours that match their personality and are drawn to one another like magnets. Would she able to ignore the attractions that come out from her in waves for them or would she find herself tangled in a web of madness that she would never be able to escape from? WARNING: This is a polyamory/polyfidelity book with more than three characters having a relationship. There would be slight use of cuss words, mature content and basically everything that makes a book half smut and half fluff. ~ Highest ranking: #3 in fantasyfiction

"Are you scared little one?" Cameron asked, I couldn't trust my nerves to speak a whole sentence without stuttering so I opted to keep quiet. He offered a friendly smile and the girl looked me in the eyes with an expression of unknown intent. I felt a hand travel up my side, I nervously looked down to see that it was Cameron. I could see it in his eyes that he itched for more. The strong man that held me smirked as I looked at each of them, confused and lost for words. Cameron was tall with light brown hair and brown eyes; his physique was fit but leaner that the other man, the one who was in charge. He had jet black hair and stood a few inches taller than his friend; his face was scruffy with stubble that probably hadn't been shaved for a few weeks. His eyes were steel blue, and the pierced into mine and looked passed all guards I had put up. That man was strong, inside and out. The girl was only slightly taller than me, but the resemblance stopped there. Her hair was a dark ginger with strands of blonde, her eyes were golden brown, and her body was perfectly curvy. I couldn't help but watch as she twists and sat with her beautiful curves folding over on themselves. Her breasts were large pillows that I wanted to sleep on, and her wide hips dramatically lead to a tightened stomach. Her body looked soft, and I wondered what her thick thighs would feel like under me. I shook my head, bringing myself back to reality. These were my kidnappers; they stole me away from school and were probably going to do terrible things to me with the sick way they looked at me all the time. "Are yo-you going to kill me?"