"He's poisoning her. He's like a drug and she's addicted. He's ruining her from the inside out and she's letting him because, feeling something, even pain, is better than feeling nothing at all."

She wore her collection of sins on her skin.

He was the best boyfriend anyone could ever have...sweet, loving, and kind. Until, he turned all controlling, possessive, abusive...and demented. He held onto me like iron. Disclaimer: This book contains mature, dark, and violent themes that may be triggering to some readers. You've been advised. All rights reserved in 2016. © The copyright holder retains all the rights provided by copyright law, such as distribution, performance, and creation of their work.

"Please just leave me alone." I whimpered "I can't do that. Baby you're mine." He said, I shivered when I felt his hot minty breathe down my neck, "only mine." he whispered.

❝ once you're mine, there's no going back ❞ + in which a boy raised from ancient traditions has to choose his bride before he comes of age and will stop at nothing to have her [ based on a criminal minds episode ]

Harry's hand wraps around her throat, not to hurt her, but just to show her who is in charge. Pushing her against the wall, he holds her still, pressing his body against her naked one. His eyes are ablaze with pure rage as he stares at her. The thoughtof her sitting naked in her room, waiting for her customer to arrive, makes him want to kill. Her body is for him only. It's for him to see, to caress, to fuck. She is his angel after all. "If you want your punishment to be bearable, you will come with me without another protest, Angel." Harry tells her harshly and she shivers a little at tone of his voice. For a moment, she thinks of compiling with his request, aware that whatever he says, he does. But then like a truck, the memories hit hey back. Memories of how he ruined her and her dreams. "Let me the fuck go, Harry." She pants, her nails digging in his hand in an attempt to break free. Harry chuckles bitterly at her words, his face moving closer to hers, their lips touching even so slightly and she inhales sharply, feeling the familiar tingles all over the body. "I don't think you are in charge here, my angel."

They see. They hear. No one is safe. UNDER CONSTRUCTION

I watched this boy, he swayed slightly as he sang his songs. He shone with happiness, as he embellished the café with his voice of a thousand angels...

"normally, friends don't kiss friends" "then I guess we're not normal" ||sexual content (mature audience) **interracial**