Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

His hand gripped her hip, gently, "The way I want to fuck you. Merda! You wouldn't believe it." Freya gasped this time, looking into his eyes and realising he was dead serious. He found her desirable. She blushed. "Yes but I'm no good for you Tesoro, trust me. I'll only hurt you.", he warned. "So stop giving me bedroom eyes across the room every time we're in the same vicinity. Otherwise... ", he trailed off, running his hand lightly over her crotch over the material of her dress as she gasped. --------------------- Freya Lorden's sheltered life is shattered the moment Nixon Ford walks in all handsome and broody. There's an instant attraction that both try to fight off. Between troubled pasts, family secrets, jealous foes and a dangerous mob boss seeking out revenge, it's not going to be easy for them. If they want to be together, they're going to have to fight for it and each other. But what love is worth it if you don't work for it? ⚠️TW⚠️ This story contains mature content, violence, death and mentions of suicide.

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'Watching your brother go down for rape sounds like a difficult task, right? Try being the girl in the witness stand, the victim.' Most people ignore Kat Price and go straight for her perfect, confident and attractive older brother, Finn. The day that Finn goes down for rape, Kat's in the spotlight, Kat's the one with the answers. She also just wants to be left alone, remain invisible and live happily with her mum and her horse without the gossip and drama. So, what happens when a brooding boy with beautiful eyes and a love for horses is thrown into the mix? Eli is the proud new owner of Finn's old mare, Tempest. He doesn't know about Kat's haunting past or why she's so skittish. All he knows is that he's desperate to help. Headstrong and broken is how Eli describes Kat when he first see's her. But is her past too shattered and her heart too destroyed for Eli to fix?

"Let me go," I demanded weakly, knowing I was helpless against him. "Now, why would I do that kitten?" He grinned, a devious spark in his eyes. "Because I don't want you," I whispered breathlessly. His hazel eyes turned to hard topaz. "Oh, come on now, Kitten," he said, tone barely concealing his anger. "You're mine. You don't have a choice." Ivory Martin lived in a world that demanded balance. Every person was born in pairs, an opposite somewhere around the world to balance them. These pairs consisted of a dominant and a recessive, every dominant had some sort of special ability in which he could use to protect his recessive. Atticus Sanchez was Ivory's pair, and happened to have extremely strong psychic abilities, including telepathy, telekinesis and mind control. He also happened to have the unnerving ability to annoy the absolute shit out of her. Will Ivory be able to accept him with all of his secrets and danger? This story contain strong language, and inapproprate humor! This is not PG, kiddies! You have been warned!

Because high school isn't hard enough. Sadie Michaels got into the best high school in the country, excited to start her junior year and make the most of it. But no one told her she would have to be dorming with guys?! When she arrives she hears the news that the girls dorms are full and the only dorm that is open is the Wellington Dorm, a.k.a. the Jock Dorm. If she wants to go to school there and stay she has to dorm with the jocks but will she be able to handle their silly pranks and rude comments? Not to mention every man in the dorm hitting on her 24/7? And what happens when her roommate just happens to be the biggest Jock of them all?

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)