He was her rock, her best friend, her first love. He became her worst nightmare, her tormentor, her captor She was his everything. His obsession. Their story should have ended with that court case, but he's found a way back to her, and he won't give her another opportunity to escape. Not this time. ------------------------------------------- Shivering, I sobbed out, unable to speak, unable to move. "Shh, shh, now baby-girl, it's alright, you're safe, don't cry" he soothed, moving closer to me. "N-Noah, I w-want to go home," I sobbed, feeling weak from my inability to talk without stuttering. A gasp left my parted lips as his hand forcefully connected with my cheek, "You are home, so I don't want to hear that crap from you, okay?" shaking, I looked down at my feet, his gaze too menacing to hold. "I said, do you understand" he spit through clenched teeth, "y-yes, I'm sorry" I whispered, a new wave of tears making their appearance. "Good girl, now I need you to keep being a good girl, okay?" nodding, my eyes met his dark ones. His form towered over me, making me feel small and irrelevant. "Words, Embry!" He demanded as I stuttered out a quiet yes. I studied him cautiously as he walked towards the far end of the room, shuffling through drawers before stalking back towards me and crouching down. I sucked in a breath as I saw the knife in his hand, his face held a mischievous grin as it glinted in the light. "Now baby-girl, you see, as much as I hate to, you need to be punished, do you know why?" Warning! This story is for mature audience, it contains strong language, abuse, mature themes and sensitive topics. Please enjoy, -Aphrodite.

His arms came around my waist, caging me in. I stared at him wide-eyed as I felt movement along my back. Cameron's hands began skimming my thighs leaving chills in their wake, Jonathan held me to him effortlessly, the strength having left my body a while ago. I felt my eyes close as Cameron placed gentle open-mouthed kisses along my upper spine, I squirmed in Jonathan's arms as I felt my insides clench in desire. I looked up into their faces as Cameron came around to stand next to his long time best friend, who was clutching me to his chest. "it's ok Mila. We've got you, and we're not-" Jonathan's smooth voice was interrupted by the screeching of my alarm clock. I woke up flushed from my dream. I couldn't believe I had just dreamt that! They were my best friends, and I have a fiancé! I dropped my head into my hands in mortification, willing the aftereffects of the dream to go away. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Elizabeth Mila Kash, has to battle between her heart and her head all while navigating finals, her mother, and society in general. Will she choose her two best friends Cameron and Jonathan or the man she's been in love with for four years, her fiancé Ryan?

"Never call a girl a bitch," I glared into his eyes as he opened them, piercing into me, the bright blue drink I had just poured over him still dripping from his dark hair. "Or she just might act like one." I gave him one last sarcastic smile before pushing by him and walking away, practically strutting. Well, this year will be fun... • • • • Crystal Summers; a self-proclaimed expert in all things sarcastic and the human embodiment of destructive decisions. Trying to get away from her troubled past, she moves with her mom to California to start a new life, and potentially not screw this one up. There, she quickly meets Scarlett and Savanah, her new-found partners in crime, and her life finally begins to feel normal again for the first time in years. But she just so happens to also collide with the school's sexy, notorious jackass, Ashton Monroe.. and his pack of asswipes. She loathes him, and the feeling is mutual. But as the poets say, the line separating love and hate is a very thin one. And often times, when two people hate each other, it can grow into much more. Hopeless devotion, if you will... • • • • !!!TRIGGER WARNING!!! • slight mention(s) of suicidal concepts • substance abuse, addiction, anxiety, PTSD • sexual assault, domestic abuse • strong language and mature scenes • • • •

She is just a good girl trying to impress her parents. He is a bad boy who only joined this website so he could get a couple of bucks. He has tattoos, a bad attitude, smokes, has no care in the world and has a horrible past back in England. He can't stand her because she is a little spoiled brat who listens to everything her parents tell her. She can't stand him because of his mockery and stupid sarcastic comments. It's hard to hate someone who has a panty dropping smile, someone who awakes all your sexual desires, someone who changes you into the best version of yourself. Live your life like everyday is the last and one day you will be right. Previously Known as Rent a Christian boyfriend.

" Shhh babygirl you're going to take it like a good girl" " P-please Davi-id" ------------------------------------- " Now, now what am I going to do with you" he whispered huskily in my ear. " K-kha-aled" ---------------------------------------- B E T W E E N T H E M ------------------ Rankings: #1: triangle love #19: daddies #47:maturelanguage #51:matureaudience #41:babygirl

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

This isn't your common bad boy story. This bad boy doesn't drive a motorcycle, he isn't rich, he doesn't have tattoos, or risks lung cancer by smoking, and he doesn't love the good girl. He smashed into her life when he tried to rob her. She smashed into his life when she pepper sprayed him. Then he smashed her heart.

[ 18+ ] "Let my tongue explain how bad I crave you." He whispered softly, and then I was fully and completely his. ------- Is being edited at the moment but the story is still up! [**will contain sexual content/triggering themes, if you are under 18 I advise you not to read, but if you do I can't stop you.**] #1 : italianmafia - 2021-07-31 #1 : dominantmale - 2021-04-22 #1 : possessivemale - 2021-07-15 #1 : lightbdsm - 2021-07-15 #1 : age-gap - 2021-04-24 #1 : ava - 2021-05-04 #1 : drugcartel - 2021-05-12 #1 : manxwoman - 2021-05-12 #1 : kitten - 2021-05-28 #2 : adult - 2021-06-05

He did this to me. He broke every inch of my soul. He shattered me in pieces and why he will not. This is his goddamn work cause he is none other than the devil himself. lucifer. He moved the strand of hair which was sticking to my forehead and licked my tears. You should save them. They are gonna help you a lot in your upcoming future. His words made me sob silently. I mustered all my courage and energy to say that one last sentence before I meet my ultimate destruction. I submit to you! His smirk was replaced by a big grin. _________________________________________ Witness the journey of Sabrina and Lucifer. What could really go wrong in between a witch and the actual devil! Right?????

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 sent to assassinate nightmare. All she had to do was gain his attention then kill him Right? Wrong. what Amira failed to realise was being the centre of this psychotic mans attention was a dangerous and unpredictable place to be. Nightmare always got what he wanted and he wanted her. 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁. ••••••••••••••••••••••••• An enemies to lovers story ♡︎ For... •••••••••••𝘼 𝙈𝘼𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙀 𝘼𝙐𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 ••••••••••• 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸! "𝑆𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑎 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔" he muttered trailing the dagger over the edge of my jaw and down to my lips. A mistake. "ℎ𝑚𝑚" he grumbled inching closer to get a look at the 'accident' he had just caused. My lip had been cut thus blood trickled down to my chin. His dark onyx eyes watched it with a deep lustful intensity. The pad of his thumb runs over my now slightly sore and bleeding lip. His eyes light up in facination as he deliberately smears the blood across my lips. Already inches apart he slowly edges closer, our lips brushing against one another he glanced down a them. Paused. And whispered "𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢" Ranks 1st in action-romance 22/7/21 1st in mafia 9/5/21 1st in femme fatal 26/7/21 9th in assassin