this is a short story and contains DARK themes. please be aware of the triggers listed in 'disclaimer // trigger warnings' and always prioritise your mental wellbeing. <3 ~ 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧... ~ started: june 26 2024 finished: april 25 2025

Highest rank - #4 vampire A kiss, just a small touch of lips. The gesture of affection The token of love The seal of marriage It was just a kiss that sent me to hell and back, just that small touch of lips. And now I'm in a deep shit because of it. __________________________ Prequel to Stuck In Between A whole new level of No Escape With a lot of additional chapters, new scenes, slightly different story line. Escape into Tethered Rewritten version of "No Escape" ==> highest rank 11 Cover by : @Real_AngelaWriter Note: book isn't edited, read at your own risk Copyright © Victoria/sanzaclara

"I've been watching you, waiting for you, and wanting you for so long. Now I have a chance. A chance to love you, hold you, and be with you. A chance for us to spend the rest of our lives together. A chance to make you mine." - Ian Hunt Not a typical love story, but a twisted love story. Not a Vampire story. Also Rated R for strong language and sexual content. This is the un-edited version so it has mistakes. I posted the edited version but if you still choose to read this then please do your best. Again, thanks for reading and enjoy MYM! :) Copyright All Rights Reserved 2013

Jade Beth was always told to never let a man control her, to never let him possess or dominant her. That became very difficult when Ryan Blaze turned up in her life. Ryan Blaze was nothing but a troubled man, with a messed up childhood and a dangerous past. He was deadly, mysterious and strong. Nothing got in the way of when he wanted something. Except he doesn't want Jade, he needs her. She was his sweet Addiction.

She hoped he couldn't see the fear swirling deep within her. She didn't want to let him see her fear. She had to be strong. Then her fear was replaced with anger. Why would she be afraid of his reaction? Of him? She didn't do anything wrong in the first place. She was on the run, and if someone captures you, you try to escape. Rule number one. If someone should have the right to be angered, it should be her. She squinted her eyes and shot daggers to his. At her glare his smirk disappeared. With three big steps he was right in front of her, grabbing her throat and pushing her up against the tree behind her. She didn't see it coming and she couldn't breathe for a moment. Her hands grasped his forearm in panic, causing the chains to clatter loudly, but he already lessened his grip on her throat so she could take some air. Her heart was beating way faster then normal, but at least it was a sign she was still alive. His grip was more rough than painful, but she was not mistaken. He could snap her neck in a second if he'd want to. He must have had another plan for her, cause he didn't. Her eyes snapped back to his when he brought his head closer. "Listen to me, little one." His voice was surprisingly soft, yet demanding her attention. "You are mine now. Never, ever run away from me again, or you will pay the price." Highest ranking #15 in dominance.

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?