Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

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Clove Tali innocent. In his eyes. Oliver Wolf a savior. In her eyes - - - - ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ ⚠️VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED⚠️ Clove left to fend for herself with her baby brother. Consumed by a physco. In the head space of a monster. A quiet innocent girl left with fear. Left with nothing but holds so much love. Oliver left with a state. Left with billions. Left with hunger and hate. Left to save his little sheep. To save her fear. To save her. Funny the one causing fear to others is the one to save his girl. - - - - - He spreads his large hand into my skirt and I squeeze my eyes shut. I start to breathe really heavy. "No, little sheep. No me hagas castigarte. Look at me baby." He leans down to my ear. "Look at daddy while he places his hand on your flower and makes you faint from all the pleasure your pussy is receiving, si?" He says painfully stroking my princess parts. "My little toy, hm?" He says stroking, harder now. Feeling my wet panties against my flower. As he lets me explore this tingle I can never explain. ⚠️WARNING 17+⚠️ ⚠️MATURE CONTENT AND SELF LOATHING⚠️ this has so many flippin parts bc when i wrote this and was lazy so i wrote a lot of chapters with little words lol ******* #1 in "soft"//10.1K #1 in "naive"//1.7K #1 in "innocent"//13.5K #1 in "submit"//3.9K #1 in "cute" //178K #1 in "goodgirl"//29.4K #1 in "stephenjames" //1.4K #1 in "daddy's girl" //5K #1 in "daddydom"//3.1K #1 in "daddyslittlegirl"//156 #2 in "possessive"//5.5K #2 in "love"//1.71K

"Sh..." he murmured, stroking her hair. She nuzzled her face into his hand, eyes closing in bliss from the simple contact. "You've been a very bad girl, haven't you?" She nodded immediately. His hands stilled, and her eyes popped open. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir," she whispered. A tear slid out of her eye. "Oh sweetheart." He moved forward, wrapping her in his arms. He dropped his face to the top of her head. "We're going to make this right-we're going to make it all better." (This is a bdsm story with real characters and a real plot. Feel free to squirm at hot and heavy scenes, but at its core, this is a story of redemption. Of real people coming together in love and community. *Warning* There are themes of abuse here as well as sexual situations. I will say that the main relationship is not abusive. This story does not glorify abusive relationships or sexualize them. The bdsm elements are entirely SSC (safe, sane, and consensual) RACK, PRICK, etc.)

"Just say the word baby and i'll make all the tingles go away" Gladis husked whispering in my ears sending shivers down my spine... that did nothing but helped at increasing the feeling in my stomach But what word? "W- What are you talking about Gla- Gladis" I asked not sure what to say, or do I? "I know that you know it baby, that word that you were thinking about looking at me that made you look flustered, come on pumpkin, say it" he growled lowly the last part while parting my legs with his own, his face laying next to my neck, I can feel his breath by my ears, both his hands securing each side of me, making sure i don't budge Wait, did i say parting my legs? Oh God... "Please" it sounded more like a whisper. He chuckled darkly and looked at me right in eyes "You know thats not it baby" "P- Please...I-" "Please what? " I just whimpered shifting my eyes everywhere but him. "Asia" he growled harshly, knowing that he's gonna be harsh, agressive with me... "Please Da- Daddy" And with that I set the beast off. _________________________________________ Asia Marie Davidson ❤️ Gladis Emmanuel Moore ❤️

"Follow me," he said gruffly. "But I- ," I stopped when I saw the dark look he gave me. Instead I just looked down and quietly followed him. Once we reached his office I walked inside and immediately shuttered at the draft. Promptly the door slammed shut causing me to jump and it followed by the clicking of the lock. I swallowed the lump down my throat, an ounce of fear trickling through me. "What did I say about running?" He asked in a low, husky voice. "No running," whispered back, not sure if he heard. "And, do you remember what I said would happen next time I caught you running?" He asked. I nodded, my heart thumping extremely loudly in my chest. "Excellent, now bend over the desk," he ordered.

Aaliyah An 18 year old troublemaker sarcastic bubbly person whos very naive and who's outgoing not afraid to speak her mind until one day her parents get tired of the bad behavior so they send her to Brooklyn to live BY HERSELF and start a new life there David A 26 old mafia leader cold, heartless ,ruthless u name it HES the definition of a devil and gets what he wants a mob boss with no remorse what so ever , when his ticket gets messed up he has to sit in 3rd class with a sarcastic little girl with a smart mouth

He'd been abandoned. That much Lev knew. Amara had up and disappeared. Lev was left to fend for himself in a very loud club, alone in the corner and fighting off a panic attack. Not just because he was alone. Not just because he was a panicky omega, alone. No, he was terrified because he was a panicky omega angel in demon territory alone in a club. Left to the mercy of whatever demon decided to notice the angel hyperventilating on his own. He wished Amara had told him where she was dragging him off to. He might have thought more than ten times about coming with her on an adventure. Bad enough he was sneaking out of heaven to spend time with his cousin. Worse still to get stuck in this hellish place.

WAS ORIGINALLY TITLED OBSESSIVE "Every time you scream out, every time you struggle to cope with the pain, every time you submit to me, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you." - in which a man addicted to harming others and a young girl addicted to harming herself take part in a tragically unhealthy relationship. Warning: Agegap, abuse, selfharm, sexual content, murder, and daddy kink

nyc•to•phil•ia | nik-tō-fil'ē-a - love of darkness or night;finding relaxation or comfort in darkness. ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ {EXTRACT} "Tell me Celeste," he began as he walked back and forth in front of me. "Have you ever heard of nyctophilia?" I slowly shook my head no as my bottom lip quivered. He stopped to look at me, and smiled that breathtaking smile of his before he went back to walking. "Well, Nyctophilia is the word used to describe the love of darkness or night" He paused again but this time stopped right in front of me. I kept my head down as my heart pounded out of my chest. "A nyctophile would be the term used to describe someone with nyctophilia." He then brought his hand to my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking him in his eyes. Those beautiful golden eyes. "You, my darling, are a nyctophile." He smirked then added, "And I am the darkness you find comfort in." ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ Celeste Banks was as sweet as candy and as pure as cotton. Although she had her tougher exterior and questionable interests, she wouldn't hurt a fly...or so people thought Asher deville was a charming, sexy sociopath, with no regard for anyone but himself. If he wants something, he'll do whatever he needs to get it. Once meeting Celeste he decides he has to have her, but what will she do when she finds out his secret? ⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓⛓ This is my first time writing a book so It won't be perfect and id also appreciate and feedback/comments 🥺 Rankings: #1 in goth 15/09/20 #1 in abusive 15/09/20 #1 in violence 1/10/20 #6 in manipulation 15/09/20 #4 in sociopath 25/09/20 #11 in insecure 20/09/20 #11 in anxiety 20/09/20 #8 in Darkromance 1/10/20 #22 in toxic 15/09/20