He couldn't break his gaze off me. The depths of his midnight blue eyes indulged in seeing me squirm under their cold, unforgiving gaze. He had his guards surrounding the house at all times; his face twisted into a sick grin as he tied me up. I will have no chance of getting out . . .unless he gets what his revenge ba...
𝑴 𝑨 𝑼 𝑻 𝑹 𝑬 𝑪 𝑶 𝑵 𝑻 𝑬 𝑵 𝑻 - 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗶𝘁𝘆. (n.) naive innocence ❧ ❝Must you drive me crazy all the time, hmm?❞ He said with a deep seductive tone. His lips brushing mine ever so slightly as spoke. ❝I don't know what you mean.❞ I breathed. ❝Fuck Amelia, it's everything you do!❞ He groaned frustrated...
He was completely and utterly oblivious to everything that he had caused and she absolutely hated him for that. [UNEDITED] [DUAL POV] TW: eating disorder recovery
"Fuck, you're perfect." "Really?" "No." - When Paige goes to live with her best friends asshole older brother, things don't go exactly as planned...
COMPLETED Penn State University. Home to the craziest sorority girls, most obnoxious football players, and a possible Vice President's son. Sloane Beck wants nothing more than to have her cheating ex-boyfriend crawl back to her. Blake Day wants nothing more than to live out the rest of his college life without the me...
*Sequel to Crossing the Lines but can be read as a stand alone* Growing up, many people are taught there are lines. The line between ethics and morals, right and wrong, love and hate. People are raised to know the difference between the two, making them to be better citizens of society. Then there are others, us. The...
Dangerous. Unpredictable. Unstable. Possessive and Toxic. He was all things bad. Messy black hair, scars covered with tattoos and sadistic like tendencies. He was all things violent. A twitchy trigger finger, a facinatin for blood and murder he always got what he wanted. So why couldn't he have her? Amira had been...
"You're not gonna kill me," I stated, confident in my words. "We just killed your whole pack... what makes you think we wont kill you?" The biggest of the bunch spoke menacingly, making chills go up my spine. He took a step closer to me. "You won't kill me," I stated again simply. He raised his hand to strike me. "...
Hate was deeply buried into his eyes-- and you know what Nyx did? Out of all the options she has? The options of walking away. To hitting him back. To fighting or yelling or make a scene or arguing over this pitiful arrangement. To just let him win. To give up. Well, it wasn't any of those. No, she took a step closer...
We're always drawn to something we can't have. I just happen to be drawn to a criminal, a man who is beyond the pale. "Mi Amor, put the knife down." His words were so calm and husky. They weren't suppose to arouse her. She was holding on to the butcher knife with her dear life. "How do you know where I live! You sh...
sequel to bbr. please read that first :) ☆☆☆ hayden jones has been through a lot. a lot more than someone her age should. now finished her second year of college, hayden needs a break. lucky for her, her fabulous cousin spencer is celebrating his twenty-first birthday in hayden's home town. but as much as she hates i...
𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐨. 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫: 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 I was only fourteen when I was promised to Nicolas and sixteen when I became engaged to him. Now, weeks from my eighteenth birthday and only a few months from our wedding, I have come to realize many things that I did not at fourteen. Not just about myself, but...
Nuria Daeva is a 17 year old girl with a traumatic past which she is yet to overcome. Shes been in America for 2 years now and she's struggling but finally learning to love herself again but it's hard when your learning to love someone else, too.
We are built on lies. Tallia Asriel learnt that the hard way, having left her home to become a world class lawyer in New York yet dragged into a world of crime and violence at the hands of a breathtaking mobster who shows her life from a whole different perspective. When hatred turns to love and the law collides with...
They hated each other since they were kids. Shane Brontë was the boy who made fun of her hair in kindergarten. He laughed when she scrapped her knee when she fell in fifth grade. And he moved away when they were in seventh grade, saying one last thing before he left. "When I come back, I will be a lot worse. You think...