Laura hated his every move, his every breath and Chris hated Laura with every fiber in his body. So how is it that they find themselves in a heated passionate twist of lust every time they argued? Was this raging fire within them both just a taste of what drives them both towards each other with such madness? Can love really spring up from the depths of hate? There's only one way to find out...by reading this book. I know a lot of you are reading this book and thank you for that but there is a more recent updated version of this book posted on my profile as "Hating You Sweetly (New Edit)" It has a few different scenes. The characters are also a bit more defined, if that makes sense.

I ran my hands through his hair, my grip firm as I pushed it down slightly, my main focus on his lips. "And then?" "Then I'd slide my dick into you and fuck you mercilessly, even if you have me begging to stop, I'll make sure you can't walk or think straight for months. I'd take you in every single fucking position, and I'd make sure that your tight little pussy is all used up but yet it still wants me inside. I'd make you scream, sing and shout my name, all from the overwhelm of pleasure and I'd do it every fucking time until you learn to listen." ~ Win her trust. Sleep with her. And then humiliate her. That's what Dante was sent to do, but once he lays eyes on Khristina, he knows this plan might happen to go down the drain. *FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY* *DO NOT COPY OR I'LL FIND YOU* *if you are reading this book somewhere other than Wattpad, you are possibly at serious risk of a malware attack and it has been stolen from me. if you'd like to read safely you can follow this link: https://www.wattpad.com/story/271398924-seven-days. Keep safe!* #7 in exciting (31.08.21) #3 in interesting (24.07.21) #1 in mafialove (22.08.21) #1 in -romance (17.10.21) #1 in hot (29.11.21)

very slow rough draft. 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, ' 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐞?' 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍: 𝟷𝟷/𝟸𝟶/𝟸𝟸

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴. 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙙𝙪𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙮𝙨. WARNING: This story will contain: graphic images, mature scenes, unhealthy relationships, age gaps, adult language, mental illnesses, self-harm / drugs, and dark content. All rights reserved, Copyright © 2020 by fxrgetmenot

Just read the prologue, my dudes. Contains mature content and mental BDSM, 18+.

‼️Content warning and trigger warning‼️ This is a dark romance and contains mature content that is not suitable for all readers. The trigger warnings include: - Assault and rape - physical and mental abuse - suicidal thoughts - Mentions of SA of a minor - Possessive behavior - Violence and murder - Degredation -Anxiety attacks and PTSD - Praise kink "He tries to say something but chokes on his own words from the pain. Losing consciousness I take the knife out of him. I straighten my back and look down at the blood that drips down his leg, realizing something. There isn't a thing I wouldn't do for Emma. Not a soul I would spare if they hurt her."

Sheltered from the world since childhood, sixteen-year-old Ekaterina Torres struggles with an anxious personality disorder that leaves her fragile and dependent. Her life takes an unexpected turn when her aunt, Leona, decides to end her homeschooling and enroll her in public school. There, Ekaterina meets Jayce Taylor-a freckle-faced, cold-hearted boy carrying scars from a troubled past. Naïve and innocent, Ekaterina is captivated by Jayce's dark allure. Hardened and restless, Jayce finds himself disarmed by her quiet purity. She becomes the light he never thought he'd find. He becomes the addiction she never knew she craved.

Silva wants what he shouldn't have and takes what he can't desire. He should've known. Irisa offsets the brittle balance of diabolical cruelty, but it's a forgivable transgression that he's willing to make an exception for. She's a simple girl with a special smile; something opposite of him as it burns into his skin with regret. Regret that he doesn't have her. He doesn't know if he wants to kiss the smile away or wrap his hand around her fragile neck until the light fades to black. He's a nightmare wrapped in visceral ink, a frighteningly obsessive man with missing morals. Silva would rip his heart out if she asks; he is selfishly generous to her whims. *** This contains sensitive material that will be triggering to some, reader discretion is advised. Mature contents. Copyright © 2020 by Celia Crown

We were the only ones in the elevator, and to make matters worse, we were on the twentieth floor, which meant that we had a long way to go before we reached the ground level. Kyle's eyes seemed to be glazed over as he continued to stare at me with an unknown look in his eye. "Look, I'm sorry, but-" I began to tell him off as he moved towards me swiftly, but he didn't give me a chance to finish. "Twice now you've walked away from me," he recounted while slowly backing me into the corner wall. My legs began to shake at the thought of us playing into our roles. "Make it a third, and trust me when I say that the consequences won't be in your favor." I stared up at him in shock, my mouth parting as he moved in closer. "Do you understand?" The closer he got, the harder it became for me to focus on what he was saying. "Yes," I breathed. "Good," was all he said before he wrapped his hand around my neck and slammed his lips onto mine. »»-----　♡　-----«« Lilac Reynolds is not your average twenty-year-old. She just recently dropped out of college and is now in search of a job. Her wish comes true when billionaire Kyle Rodriguez announces that he is in need of a new maid. Lilac would've never thought in a million years that she would have gotten the job, but she did. And now she is starting to realize that she is in over her head with nobody there to save her . . . or so she thought.

[Completed] "If you're going through hell, keep going. Why would you stop in hell?" (Look at the tags below for trigger warnings) 2018