Broken, bruised and scarred, Bailey Willow trusts no one but herself. Living in a house she doesn't like with her abusive and drunk dad, she waits for the day when she can leave. Dangerous, merciless and cold, Adrian Black is the type of person you'd fear to look at. Their paths cross when Bailey witnesses a murder she shouldn't have seen, which lands her in Adrian's house. But can he kill a girl who's been through far worse than death? #3 in tattoos | 4.3K stories | Oct 4, 2020 #15 in sadstory | 19.3K stories | Oct 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 1.8K stories | Oct 18, 2020 #1 in pretty | 9.2K stories | Oct 24, 2020 #1 in broken | 56.4K stories | Nov 7, 2020 #8 in romance | 1.2M stories | Nov 6, 2020 #7 in story | 176K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #1 in teenfiction | 198K stories | Nov 10, 2020 #8 in badboy | 98.3K stories | Nov 18, 2020 #3 in love | 1.6M stories | Nov 13, 2020 #1 in hot | 43.4K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in handsome | 5.7K stories | Nov 12, 2020 #1 in humor | 163K stories | Nov 16, 2020 #1 in scars | 6.1K stories | Dec 1, 2020 #1 in sad | 261K stories | Jan 12, 2021 ➽───────────────❥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘʀᴏʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜɪs ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴ ᴅᴇᴘɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴs ᴏғ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪsᴋ!

Temperance coming from a rich to poor family after her mom died. She is mentally, physically, and sexually abused. She's shy and people make fun of her. She's all alone in a cold world with no one to actually lean on. Alec is a normal bad boy. Every girls heartthrob. He is apart of a gang. And as far as everyone knows, his heart is untouchable. No one knows the real him. Only the dangerous side of him. Can Alec save her? Can Temperance get into his heart? Just warning you. A lot of stuff goes down. She will go through a lot before she gets fully saved. So have fun with that!! THE SECOND BOOK IS OUT. IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED BY SELF HARM, ABUSE, RAPE, GUNS, ETC. DO NOT READ THIS BOOK. THERE IS SOMETHING LIKE THAT HAPPENING IN ALMOST EVERY CHAPTER *REDIRECTION NOTICE IN CHAPTER FOUR*

After witnessing the murder of her mother and constantly being abused by her own father, Lily's life is a cycle of never ending torture. With her father being a part of the police force and his 'friends' keeping an eye on her 24/7, Lily has no choice but to accept her fate and put up with her misfortune. With no one noticing her bruised appearance and her limping figure, her cries for help are futile. What will it take for someone to finally rescue her from the hell she calls home? 🌻💛🌻

Soon to be taken down Book 1 of the Accardi series Please read the trigger warnings ~ 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬, a sweet 18 year old girl who's endured years upon years of abuse from her father and his friends. The night of her 18th birthday she's finally able to escape, but while walking the streets of New York she has no idea where to go. So she ends up in an alleyway, finding Lorenzo but is terrified at what she witnesses. 𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢 is a 21 year old, supposedly ruthless mafia leader. Many fear him, but deep down he's a sweetheart. Delilah's the one who gets him out of this ruthless exterior he puts on. When he meets Delilah, he knows something is up from the start and wants to know what. But Delilah struggles to trust him after everything she went through and what she witnessed him do. She just wanted to get away from her old life, running away was the best option. He just happened to be doing one of the many things mafia boss's do the same night she ran away. Neither of them expected this. ~ She's too distracted while I continue to kiss her neck to even notice me taking out my phone, quickly taking a picture of us. I don't notice the flash being on, so she notices me taking the picture and pushes me away jokingly. "Delete that!" she begs. "And why should I do that?" I'm definitely keeping this picture. "I look horrible right now!" That's a load of shit. The thing is, whenever she thinks that she looks horrible is when she looks her best. But she also always looks her best. My effortlessly pretty girl. "You do not. Del, you're always the most beautiful person around, stop talking that nonsense." She blushes, again. She blushes so easily, I love it.

Liana Vescari has always been the nice one, the girl who smooths over arguments, puts others first, and never asks for more than she's given. At eighteen, in a family everyone admires, her kindness is praised as maturity, her silence mistaken for strength. When she was fifteen, her older sister's boyfriend, charming, trusted, and deeply woven into their family, began crossing lines so subtly that Liana convinced herself it was nothing. She didn't want to be dramatic. She didn't want to hurt anyone. What felt like care slowly became control, and by the time she was old enough to understand what was happening, she had already learned to blame herself for not saying no. Determined to protect her family's image and her sister's happiness, Liana keeps quiet. She tells herself she's fine, even as depression settles in and bulimia becomes a way to punish her body for taking up too much space. Survival, she believes, means enduring without complaint. When three new friends enter her life and offer a kind of safety she's never known, Liana begins to question whether being good should hurt this much. But as her abuser tightens his hold and the truth threatens to surface, she faces an impossible choice. Speaking up could finally free her, but it may also cost her the family, identity, and love she's spent her life trying not to disappoint.

Out of everyone she chooses him. Out of everyone he chooses her. *** Dawn and Jake despise each other, but the sexual tension continues to eat away at them both. One thing leads to another and they make a Benefits deal. Not friends nor enemies. Just benefits. Through the benefits deal they begin to open to one another, and find out horrid things from each other's past. Like why does Dawn have a scar on her head? And why does Jake wear sunglasses all the time? - TW: there are sexual content, sexual assault and of rape.

𝑆𝐴𝐼𝑁𝑇 𝑉𝑂𝐿𝐾𝑂𝑉 After inheriting the role of head of the Bratva following his father's death, Saint grows to realise that a trail of destruction has been left behind. Collapsed deals, loose ends and past allies full of vengeance, there is a lot of work to do. During the chaos, a deal is struck up between Saint and the daughter of a potential ally. An arranged marriage contract. A marriage he does not want. 𝐼𝑆𝐴𝐷𝑂𝑅𝐴 𝑆𝐼𝐿𝑉𝐸𝐼𝑅𝐴 Isadora hates her life. She hates her family, especially her father. He's the powerful leader of a cartel with many enemies. After being abused by her family, mentally and physically, she decides to accept her fate. Neglect and rebellion is all she'll ever know, that is until a new deal arises. An arranged marriage where she's right in the centre of it. A marriage she does not want. What happens when a Man incapable of giving love and a Woman unable to receive it are bound together by a contract?. Will they grow to accept what they've always craved deep down? Or will they sink deeper into the underground world around them, pushing away their last chance at a change? Book 3 in the bloodline series.

"⚠️ This story contains themes of abuse, manipulation, and violence. It is purely fictional and not intended to romanticize harmful behavior." Alex grabbed her by the chin, forcing her to look at him, his voice low, dangerous-a venom-laced promise. "You're mine now," he growled. "My wife. My hidden bride. My possession. I'll Fuck you when I want, how I want, where I want. And if you even flinch, I'll make sure you never walk again." He stepped closer, his eyes blazing with rage and obsession. "Take off your clothes, Lara. Now." She trembled, frozen, tears running down her cheeks. -and he shoved her against the wall. "You thought marriage to me would be a cage?" he sneered. "No, Lara. This is hell. And I'm the devil who'll fuck you as I see fit. Whenever. Wherever. However. Because you belong to me now." "I said take them off," he hissed in her ear. "Before I rip them off myself." Lara's breath hitched as she slowly raised trembling fingers to her blouse. Every movement was filled with dread, humiliation, and hopelessness. He grabbed her roughly, threw her on the bed, climbing on top of her like a predator claiming its prey. His lips crashed against hers-not with love, but punishment. His kiss bruised. His hands unforgiving. "Spread your legs like a good little wife," he hissed, "or I'll force them open."