(18+) (editing) 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝖽, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝖬𝗒𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗎𝗇𝗂𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖢𝗅𝗎𝖻 𝖬𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾. 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝗁𝖺𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺 𝗁𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗅𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗈 𝖲𝖺𝗏𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺 𝗌𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗍𝗁-𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗎𝗒𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. 𝖧𝖾'𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗒, 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾: "𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗅𝗅 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗀𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇." 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖮𝗋 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍? 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗆𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖳𝗂𝖺𝗇𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 decide:

"𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴." "I hate you," I spat. He smiled. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩...𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Zyla and her best friend always danced in the number one club in Paradise. Little did she know that it would be owned by an assassin. One wrong move on one unlucky night, and now? She's in his way. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠ Will Contain Mature Content ⚠ ➥ started: 1/29/21 - ended: 2/21/21

"What do you want?" I asked finally looking back at him. "A proposal" he simply said as I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms so I can create some type of space between us. "I know exactly who you are Y/N, YLN, 22 years old, good girl by day bad girl at night, parents died when you were a teen and your dad was abusive to you and your mother" he started off as I looked down and was about to become angry but he lifted up my chin...... Black panther X Creed

'How could someone be so beautiful, it had to be impossible for her to be human. So ethereal, her beauty commanded attention. How lucky was I to be able to gaze upon her, 'this must have been why I was given eyes.' to appreciate her beauty every single day until I cease to exist.' Mature content 🔞

"Cash... We shouldn't be doing this here. This is really naughty." He moaned breathily in my ear. I rub my knee on his crotch, slightly smiling. I leaned in close in his ear before whispering: "That's the point baby. Now be a good boy for mommy and unzip these pants for me." • • In which the dealer starts talking to the quiet boy.

Sometimes you have to go through hell to discover the true Price of Peace. "She say she hurt. She just want love to stay, told her I love her, that's the last thing that she heard me say."

Angel never had a fairytale childhood-just broken promises, bitter fights, and parents who never really cared. All her life, she dreamed of escape. But it wasn't until one harrowing night shattered everything that she finally ran. Now, with a new name and a carefully crafted identity, she's determined to start over in a place where no one knows her past. But the past has a way of finding you-and Angel is about to learn that some scars don't fade, and some secrets refuse to stay buried. ***TRIGGER WARNING: This story deals with heavy topics such as rape and domestic violence. ***

it's a story I created by watching movies and shii

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE