•COMPLETED• After a long, boring night at a party, Lucas has to drag his wasted best friend home and try to sober him up before bed. What happens when Lucas wakes up in the middle of the night and can't move? What happens when his best friend does something unforgettable? What happens when his bully has ulterior motives? *TRIGGER WARNINGS* bullying, rape/non-con, assault, blood, smut (kinda, I suck at it)

Qearl got transmigrated. First time, Qearl: Eh? Am I dreaming? *Looked at the surrounding* I'm rich now?! *After watching herself in the mirror* I got younger again? *After gaining memories* I-i got transmigrated?! In a Apocalypse world?! Just kill me already!(⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠) Second time, Qearl: Transmigrated Again?.... *Later* what?? There are Ghosts??.... Ferocious Ghost: Im clinging to you... Wife~ Third time, Qearl : When am I going to transmigrate again??? ************************************ READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Cover photo not mine! He is Blade from HSR!

"Nononono... I-I a-am s-so sorry. Sorr-y sir. P-please." Tears were freely flowing down his cheeks and he was a stuttering, hiccupping mess on the bed. One thing which Levi feared the most were whips. He is absolutely terrified of them. Then comes belt and most importantly Robert himself. "Ssshh. Don't cry. You need to be punished baby, else you won't learn. Right?" "Please, sir. I-I'll be b-better." "You say that every other time. Now shush or else I would make sure no sound emits past your tiny lips." Levi has to resign to his fate. He knows he couldn't escape from this, so he just faintly nodded his head and sunk his teeth into his lips to ensure no sound escapes. ~~~****~~~~****~~~ Levi is a cute, innocent boy who puts up with everything that life has thrown on him. He doesn't want the world's riches or heavenly pleasures. He just want someone who can love him tenderly. That someone who can hold him while he sleeps, that someone who will hug him without even asked. That one who can scare away his nightmares, that some precious one who will always be with him and trust him no matter what. He doesn't feel he is asking for too much or is he? Join Levi's journey in finding the person whom he yearns for. *~*~*~*~*~* Note1: Please give this story a try, I am not good at description. Note2: This story will contain abuse, sexual assault, mentions of rape, domestic violence and other such dark stuffs. Please do not read if it triggers you. Also I request those who are suffering to seek authoritative help. Please reach out to the appropriate person for you. Don't loose hope and never put yourself in such situations. Note3: I do not support any acts on abuse, rape, sexual assaults and violence. The story is purely fictional and not meant to harm/hurt anyone.

First draft so it's very very rough!!!! Completed My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates. I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness. Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention. "Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl" My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds, "Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him. When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement. There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up. "I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none. Just his arrogance and lust. For me. "we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair. Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted. The hunt is on. "oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday" Book one of the "what we did do series" Dark romance/ reverse harem. Mature themes 🔞