His hand was slammed on the table and he shouted my name. I looked at him, startled. "I'm talking to you Annalise" he stated rather annoyed. "Oh sorry, I guess I was busy not listening" He took a deep breath in and started talking again. "You haven't eaten in two days - you need to eat." "And whose fault would that be?" I replied "Annalise I will not tell you again, eat your food." My food remained in front of me, getting colder as I poked it with some cutlery. I let go of my fork. It clattered back on the plate, sending noise through the quite house. "And I will not tell you again, I am not eating it." ----------- Eighteen-year-old Annalise Reid is a sporty and smart school girl when her world is turned on its head by none other than the one and only, Mason Reyes. Feared leader of the American Mafia, Mason is confident that he can get any girl he wants worshiping the ground he walks on but what happened when Annalise does not do what he wants? Will Mason break her into submission or will Annalise escape from the living hell that he is putting her through? Also sorry, the start is kind of rusty but if you stick at it I promise it will get better. Comments are welcome!! B xx

"Shh, do you want her to see us doing this" he said and pushed himself deep inside me. he pressed his hand harder on my mouth to stop me from making noise. My body shook with his sudden doing he smirked and came closer I turned my face in fear he was already whole inside me "What did he want more" I thought to myself. Guessing what I thinking he kissed my earlobe and what he said brought shivers down my spine " I want to bury my soul deep inside you" he started kissing insanely on my neck while doing exactly what he just said. Petal 20 years breathtaking innocent soul, shy but cheerful girl, could make anyone fall in love with her by doing absolutely nothing. She dreamt of nothing but to live a peaceful and meaningful life. She was her dad's angel until she became her stepdad's play-doll, but was she just a doll? Chase Griffin most wanted criminal, serial killer and sociopath living behind the identity of a rich billionaire, he has everything power, money, God-like look, until he meets his stepdaughter and gets to know he has nothing but obsession with her Triggers: violence, abuse, sexual content, rape, manipulation Note: This story is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences only. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual acts and themes of obsession and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution.

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

TW Sexual assault Domestic violence Highest Ranking: #4 in Betrothed. #7 in Viking "I told you not to move," the brute said as he turned back to her. His face was blazing as he took her in. She had disobeyed his order. The brute took several long strides before kneeling beside her. Aila tried to bat away his hands as they reached for her. He wrapped one fist around both of her wrists to stop her from hitting him. "Nay!" He demanded. Another figure moved closer. A brute with short black hair and harsh jawbones. He was broad shouldered- not quite as burly as the first man- and muscular. He wore similar clothes but of darker colors. "She is a pretty one," he said with a devilish smile that didn't quite meet his eyes. He walked through the grass, his boots thudding loudly. "You planning to share?" "Nay!" The brute holding her said with such force. She shuddered at the authority he used. "She is mine!" "No," she protested with a hoarse voice.

"please, I'm sorry, I won't do it aga-" She screamed "I know you won't doll" Lucian smiled "but bad girls needs punishment" August cried. Alexandar and Elijah smirked. ...................... The only thing that 17 year old August desired all her life was to turn 18 and leave the hellhole she has been surviving in. She had it all all planned out but everything got ruined when they entered and then she realized that it was worse than everything that she had previously gone through. They. Alexander, Lucian and Elijah. The three devils who were worshipped by women and envied by men but feared by everyone. They had it all planned out, get married for their business, conquer all big giants but everything crashed when they saw her in their own weddings. Who she was?? Their brides's sister

One message, One night is all it took for Pari to see through her fiancé's myriad of lies. He was a devil in an angel's body. Arin was the nice guy, with a lean built, cute dimples, and puppy eyes behind his nerdy glasses. An Oxford graduate next-in-line to inherit the billion-dollar company AISC. In one word, he is perfect! Pari is an independent woman, with a good background, a rocketing career and a perfect lover to complete it all. But it all changes when she gets an anonymous message. Like a Pandora box, it reveals a cruel world. And what's worse, Arin rules that world. Turns out, she never knew the real Arin that hid behind those glasses. With no choice she runs. But Arin has no intention of letting her go. Thus, begins a game of cat and mouse.

"There's my girl!" I felt four sets of eyes shift to me; instead of making eye contact, I shifted my gaze to the floor. "Don't just stand there! Come here!" The threat in his voice was obvious, so I did what I was told, knowing there would be consequences if I didn't. I shuffled further into the room, still staring down at the beige carpet. I felt his expectant gaze on my face, and I kept my legs going until his shoes came into view. His fingers gripped my chin, forcing me to face him. As my eyes met his chestnut brown pair, his hard stare bore into me, seeming to see my every thought. I tried to avoid his eyes, looking everywhere but those cold orbs. The hand that wasn't holding my chin managed to grab both of my wrists and pulled me so that I was sitting sideways on his lap. "How's my favorite girl?" I shivered from the touch of his breath on my neck. His arms wrapped around my waist like a cage, trapping me in. I'm fine, I'm ok. He wouldn't dare try something in front of other people. Highest Rankings: #1 in Used #1 in Intimidation #2 in Bruised #8 in Intimidation #141 in Like

"What did you say?" Asher asked calmly. "I-I don't wa-" I was cut off by his loud laugh. He came behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Looks like our little girl loves to daydream brother." He said to Alec who is watching everything with a blank face. He walked slowly towards us and stood in front of me. He grabbed my jaw harshly and said calmly "I dare you to say it again." When I stayed silent Asher grabbed my hair and jerked my head back "Answer him" he shouted on my face making me close my eyes in fear. How could I speak when they both are keeping me in between them like this. I took a deep breath to calm down my fear. I have to do this if I don't want to lose my life and my freedom to them. I opened my mouth and said those words which could only get me killed by them. ~~~~~~~ 18+ story. 🔞🔞

Julian Halls. An impressionable, naive, and vulnerable college freshman ends up meeting Victor, the man who seems to have it all. The perfectly blinding smile. The right amount of money. The huge mansion. The company. The infatuation. The infatuation Julian mistakes for love. WARNING: May include triggering content that discusses depression, suicide, sexual abuse, and mental illness. There will be minor instances of strong language throughout. *THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE STORY* Ranks: #6 in #interracial on 12/28/18 #1 in #perseverance on 1/3/19 #1 in #schizophrenia on 4/8/19 Started: 11/09/2018

Clèmence struggled to maintain consciousness. She had come out of her slumber a couple of minutes ago. The handcuffs on her wrists dug painfully into the skin. Her body naked, bruised and shivering at the cold. Gagged and blindfolded, the darkness became an abyss for oblivion. "It's fascinating watching you reaccustom yourself". The taunt rumbled down from a corner of the room. Clèmence tensed,the voice as familiar as breathing. To her horror, faint steps approached with stealth. The vulnerability of her person made her nearly begin to convulse. Shivers overtook her body, the hairs on neck stood at abrupt attention. "Why the silence?. You seem to have become mute, Sweet Clèmence." Cold fingers caressed her arms soothingly, raising goosebumps in it's wake. Warn breath teased the sensitive lobe of her ear, cooing and petting. "I promise to be gentle, if only you scream for me". ••• Highly recommended readers 16+ due to the mature nature and content of the book. Mature audience advised.