┈┈♛┈┈ 𝐀 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐀 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐱... 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥. 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞? ┈┈♛┈┈

First, it was her mom, then it was him. And he was no good for her. *** Elliot Wilds The name heard whispered in the school corridors. The name teenage girls gushed over. The name that made even boys hesitate. It was a name everyone knew. With cruel cobalt eyes, smooth-talking lips, and extraordinary style, he put even the bad boy reputation to shame. Elliot Wilds was cold, he was mean, he was malice. Nobody knew his past, not even the people who were his so-called friends, and nobody dared ask. Except her. Adrian Taylor's, the girl who slowly drove him mad. *** Not your typical bad boy love story and definitely not cliche!

Show me your thorns and i'll show you hands ready to bleed.

"Promise me, Cindria! Please!" Tom pleaded, now gripping my arms in a vice-like a grip. "I won't, I won't promise something when I know I'm going to break that promise, Tom," I said shaking my head. I refused to comply with Tom's demands because I knew one way or another, I'd be forced to get involved in what's happening. Whatever was happening. "Fine! You leave me no choice! Nagini!" I heard Tom say, and when he uttered that familiar name, I began to tremble. "Tom...Tom! what are you doing?" I said weakly, raising my hands to his muscled biceps. "Protecting you," he replied, just as Nagini, Tom's huge snake, slithered into the room. I could feel myself becoming faint and I pressed myself into Tom for protection from the venomous creature. He wouldn't. Would he? He would. "Tom...You promised...You promised that it wouldn't come near me!" I began to panic, now trying to get away from Tom, who held me around the waist, tightly against him. "I know what I promised, Cindria, I promise Nagini won't hurt you. She'll just be outside your door, guarding you, making sure nothing happens to you in case you have any ideas," he told me, putting his hand on my cheek. "Please don't do this, you don't have to do this," I whispered, tears making their way to my eyes.

THE CLUB OWNER AND HIS STRIPPER "Sir, this is inappropriate and I'm sure you're aware of that. You're my boss." His tall frame stood up and he slowly strode over to me with a lustful glint in his eyes. His hand lifted and his thumb ran across my lower lip, "Strip for me." ❦ Valentina Castillo, working at the highest paying job she could with an abnormally absent boss. Her life depended on her skills throughout the underworld, able to kill without a trace of remorse trailing behind her. Her ability to seduce for what she wanted was unmatched, and it only helped for the time she wasn't pulling the crimson from bodies to gain what she pleased. Clay Romero, one of the most powerful men in the underworld. His multiple owned clubs gave him the ability to rise above others, finding his way to the vixen working at his very own strip club. He got what he wanted without a consequence, and it made him just that much more powerful. Even through the lines of lust, their lives were much similar than they thought. [started: 02.15.22] [completed: 04.30.22] ----- WARNING: mature and explicit content; rated +18 ©lustfulslxt

"Where are you, Drea? I'm not gonna hurt you." Antonio sang in an amused voice. Shivers started to run down my spine as a single tear escaped my eyes. -------------------------- Drea Ricci has met many monsters in her life. But the biggest monster of all was him. Now you're probably wondering if Drea has had any ghost experiences or anything supernatural that she's experienced that has caused her such ptsd. Well, the monster is very much human. He is her husband. And the abuse was getting out of hand. Antonio's words and his fists were molding Drea into becoming such a weak and miserable person. Drea was once a girl in distress. A girl in pain. A girl in suffering. But now, Drea is a girl on the run. And Antonio is not letting her go so easily. __________________________________