"Baby, there's no secret you can keep from me, which means that if you leave me, I will always find you." In another life we would have been lovers. In another life this was my happily ever after and he was my Prince Charming. In another life it would have worked. But in this life, he was nothing more than a monster and this was my personal hell. A story in which a young woman with a traumatic past is kidnapped by a man of many secrets. Not your usual Wattpad kidnapped story, but if you like dark romance, you'll probably like Shattered. ... Memorable moments- 1k views- November 20th, 2018 100k- May 3rd, 2020 500k- May 18th, 2022 1M- October 18th, 2024

"I hate you. I hate you so much! You chain me to the table to eat. You chain me to the bed when I sleep. You chain me for anything that takes longer than fifteen fucking minutes!" He stared at me. A growing smile appearing on his face. "I like seeing that I'm in control of you. That there isn't a place that you can run from me. That you will never be able to fight back," I stared back at him, my chest rising up and down as I was trying to control my breathing from my outburst. "That you're mine." Natalie Hunt wanted a nice and quiet senior year after the terrifying events from the summer. After seeing what a monster he was, she had every intention of staying away from her ex-boyfriend, Evan Hale. Evan Hale...had other things in mind for their senior year.

She thought he was perfect, but perfect doesn't exist. Alex had never been in love. Never been kissed. Never even held a boy's hand. So when Ben (the charming, confident, older man) swept into her life, it felt like fate. He said all the right things. Made her feel special. Claimed he was keeping her safe. At first, she believed him. When he checked her phone, it was because he cared. When he told her what to wear, it was because he loved her. When he got really angry, it was her fault, wasn't it? She should've known better. Shouldn't have talked to that guy. Should've texted back faster. Should've listened to him. Then the first slap came. Then the apologies, and promises it wouldn't happen again. But it did. It kept happening. Ben doesn't love Alex. He owns her. And she's learning, slowly and painfully, that love doesn't leave bruises. Love doesn't monitor your every move. Love doesn't isolate you from your friends and family, punish you for breathing the wrong way, or force you to beg for kindness that never lasts. But by the time she sees it for what it is, she's already trapped. And Ben doesn't plan to let her go. Not without a fight. ⚠️TW⚠️Domestic Violence ⚠️TW⚠️ Sexual Assault ⚠️TW⚠️ Emotional and Mental Abuse This is copyright so if you see anyone taking my book please help a girl out and let me know. I've worked so hard on this. I recommend not reading until your 18 but I know y'all won't listen. Just be aware this book contains sensitive topics

This is Book 2 in the series. Book one being "My Mistake". I'd recommend reading that book first but it's not absolutely necessary. I thought I knew what love would feel like. I'd been dreaming of it for son long. I've spent my whole life fighting to be chosen. Chosen by a family. Chosen by a future. Chosen by someone who sees me as more than the girl who was left behind. So when Marcus walked into my life; attractive, attentive, and impossibly put together. It felt like stepping into a world where I was finally the center of something beautiful. I started spending less time at home, but that's normal when you're in love. I started checking my phone more in class, but that's what you do when someone misses you. I started apologizing more, but relationships take work. He just wanted what was best for me. He liked my nails a certain way because it looked elegant. He answered questions for me because he knew me so well. He didn't like when I walked away from him because he was afraid to lose me. He didn't like my friends because he wanted all my time. He didn't like when I chose other people over him, but he's my boyfriend. That's fair. He said love is about choosing each other first. And I wanted to be the kind of girl who was good at love. So I did choose him. Over my friends. Over my family. Over the life I had built. He didn't ask for much, but he gave me so much. So I let him pick my nail color. I let him speak for me. It was easier that way. He was happier that way. And when he's happy, he's so soft. So sweet. So proud of me. Like I've done something right. When Marcus is happy, his hold is gentle, not punishing. When Marcus is happy his presence comforts me, it doesn't scare me. When Marcus is happy, he doesn't hurt me. When Marcus is happy, I can be happy. I thought this was going to be a love story, but it's not. This is My Story.

Thomas Sighing I pull Mia into my arms. She groans a little so I know she is still awake, at least enough to hear what I am about to say. "If you leave me I will hunt you down and drag you back here. I will chain you to my bed and you will never see the light of day again. I know everything about you down to the teacher you had in the first grade Mrs. Hughes at HillCrest elementary in Marietta Georgia. Mia I will give you the entire world, but I will take everything away from you if you try to run from me, so I suggest you be a good girl and stay put." She's got me too hooked to let her get the idea of leaving now, she has to know there are going to be consequences to her actions. Mia's body goes tense in my arms. A lopsided grin makes its way onto my face. "Nod if you understand." My thumb rubs a part of her naked belly that I'm resting my hand on. She gives me a small nod. "Good, get some rest, we go again in thirty minutes." - Chapter eight Book will get darker as you read along...

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

A set of chess stands at my bedside table, the white row perfectly in line while one of the black knights already moved. I furrow my eyebrows at the wrongdoing but then remind myself of one thing; he doesn't play by the rules. Picking up the small letter in the middle of the checkerboard, I keep the creeping fear at bay and read the four words followed by his signature, surprisingly neatly written. "Prepare to be checkmated - Nick."

A spin-off to the Family Comes First series. The Wilcox family became famous for their kidnappings, brainwashing, murders, and let's not forget about cannibalism. This is the story of Leah Marshall and how she was taken one night after getting in a fight with her boyfriend. Gabriel takes her and brings her home to be a wife for his son Jared. *You don't have to read the Family Comes First series first, but it definitely does help*

"D-did you just kidnap me?" I gasp as my back hits the wall and he takes a step forward. His large build and overwhelming presence fills the room, making the large space feel impossibly small. My pulse spikes when he corners me, like a predator marking its prey. He leans in and whispers, his lips skim past my earlobe, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I clench my thighs together, that familiar ache growing between my legs. "I believe the words you're looking for are 'Thank you, darling.'" *** All Daphne ever wanted was to be noticed - but she never imagined it would be by Alexei Romanov, the ruthless Bratva leader who controls everything with cold precision. When she witnesses a crime she shouldn't, she's thrust into a world of danger, power, and deadly secrets. Every step brings her closer to him - and deeper into a game where desire is as lethal as betrayal. In his world, darkness spares no one... and now it's coming for her.