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A Messed Up Heel. by kikidoyloveme
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Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. βΈ» Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.
π–π‘πšπ­ π–πž π‚π«πšπ―πžπ by addicti0nsbl33d
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One of his hands grips into my hair while the other one holds my face. "Behave." He says sternly before letting me go and walking into the bathroom. ~~~ Venice Adams loves lights, she was attracted to it like a mosquito to a flame, after everything her family put her through she needed that light. What happens when she stumbled across paths with Liam Santiago, he was nothing but darkness so why was she so attracted to him... She craved him. Darkness takes a human form in Liam Santiago, He was not the light Venice needed in her life, danger followed Him like a shadow everywhere he went and he knew that he could bring danger to her. But he couldn't stay away from her no matter how much he knew he needed to... he craved her. ____ 18+ Β©2022-2024
𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐄 πŒπ„ ||βœ”οΈ by storiesbyendrita
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𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐀 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐧 𝐭𝐑𝐞 π†πšπ«πœπ’πš π’πžπ«π’πžπ¬ What happens when two completely different worlds full of sadness, jealousy, love, hate, and temptation meet each other? 𝐌𝐒𝐀𝐚𝐲π₯𝐚 is a closed-off girl with a talent for drawing. She's sassy, and quiet but still aware of her confidence. One night her life changed drastically which made her want to kill herself. But someone came and saved her before she could do it and that was... 𝐀π₯𝐞𝐜 is the heir of the American Mafia. He is known for his mysterious personality and his appearance which makes every girl drool for him. One day, his father told him to protect the last heir of the Latin American Mafia, Mikayla Rodriguez. And if he refuses to do it he will not be the next heir of the American Mafia. But protecting her is not the only thing Alec does. --- "Mikayla, I told you to shut up!" he hissed as he pressed me against the wall. The proximity between us was so close that could smell his mint breath. "What if I don't want to? What are you going to do?" I whispered as I heard footsteps coming closer to the bedroom. I looked up at him waiting for him to answer but what I didn't expect was him doing this. He smashed his lips on mine. I was taken aback by his action. He moved his lips, but I didn't because I was shocked. I didn't know what to do. He moved his hands to my waist and tightened his grip there. He was about to pull away from the kiss, but I pulled him back down by wrapping my hands around his neck and connecting our lips again.