I wrote this when I was 16 give me a break. TAKEN SERIES: BOOK ONE TW: kidnapping, manipulation, toxic/abusive relationship, violence, death, grief, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/attempts, sexual assault, non-consensual sexual content, alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, switching partners, etc. Do not read this story if you get triggered easily. If you decide to continue, that's your own choice. This story will portray a BDSM relationship, NOT counting the toxicity and genuine abuse that goes on throughout it. Do not comment anything unnecessarily judgmental, especially if you don't know what you're talking about. Thank you, enjoy. - - - - - "Don't ever do something like that again, or I will kill you, understood? "Yes, sir." - - - - - After being continuously hurt, left alone, heart broken and losing the one thing that kept her going, Nia Seymour turns to a new job that will show her how to let loose, live her life and make her happy again. The last thing she expected was to be Taken Captive by someone who would turn her life into chaos, make her addicted to the pain and hold her heart in his hands, breaking it and putting it back together over and over again until she's had enough. • • • The second he lays his eyes on her, Callum Rivera's world is turned upside down and he's made his mind up. She's his. He feeds off of the tears she cries, loves the pain all over her face when he hurts her over and over again, whether it's purposefully or not. As time passes and feelings evolve, soon enough the tears falling out of her eyes no longer give him pleasure, only pain and all he wants is for her to be happy, as long as she's with him. • • • The universe is sending challenge after challenge to these two individuals who want nothing but each other. Will they get past these secrets, lies, toxicity and pain? Or will one of them give up? - - - - -

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine, too. *** One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changes. When Emma receives an invite to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knows she needs to go. At Desire's Den, she'll experience pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission - all intertwined. For the first time in her life, she dares herself to go after what she wants. She'd always been too afraid. Now she is ready. Now she just has to secure a dominant. But just as everything she ever desired is in her grasp, she finds something she never expected: three possessive masters, all ready to claim her. Callan, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman hungry with lust. His voice is soft as silk, and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you've ever had. Mateo, the sweet-tongued professor, is every woman's dream: a gentleman in public, and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy, is owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm and stone façade is a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. And she just might be the one they've been waiting for.

ㅤ ༺❝𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒅𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓.❞༻ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ࿇࿇࿇ ㅤafter a peasant girl has failed an attempt to steal food from a lannister tent, instead of being punished by death, dawn ryndelle was given a second chance, saved by the imp from his father, and that was to serve for house lannister as servant for all her life. . .but, she learns dark secrets within the keep, and finds herself in a strange, yet complicated situation the moment she meets cersei lannister, a ruthless, arrogant beauty of a woman, a queen lusting. . . for sex and wine. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ⊰ 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑤⊱ ❝ "I didn't poison your wine if that's what you're worried about" she said. I took a look at the sitting wine and then her, "of course not your grace," I said, trying to force out a much more realistic grin "I'm not supposed to drink on duty-" "If the Queen offers. . .you aren't allowed to reject my offer little one. Drink" Cersei insisted. I still did not obey and the more I sat there like a motionless doll, the more I could see her wonder of me, studying me and my thoughts. "Your lips never touched the taste of any wine, have they?" she asked. I shamefully shook my head, to be asked by a Queen to drink off a goblet and then realize I haven't sipped any wine my entire life, had been embarrassing enough ". . .at the age of fifteen," she continues "I've indulged the power of what wine can do, and how is it that at twenty, your mouth hasn't touched any sort of happy refreshment? who raised you girl?" she asks curiously. "oh, tust me your grace, you don't want to know that boring side of my life." I answer. ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❞