After being called to the nurse's office, Finn finds himself falling for the sadistic pleasures of Issac, the infirmary sensei.

His cold eyes moved from my face to all over my white lace dress with a clenched jaw. I felt weak in my knees but I was successful in keeping my brave face. "Nina is that you? You are looking so beautiful" he said while looking at me. I blushed I was still feeling burning holes in my back I gulp down nervously. "Have some drink?" he said while taking a glass from the waiter. "No she is leaving," said the harsh voice next thing I know champagne was all over my dress staining it and making me gasp. Before I could react he gripped my hand & dragged me near the pool area where no one could see us. I snatched my hand away from his tight grip "Why the hell you ruined my dress" I half yelled. "What the fuck you are doing at my party looking like a slut" he yelled angrily while pinning me to the wall. Listening to his words my blood boiled. "Let me guess you came here to ruin my mood by showing your ugly face," he said with an angry smirk letting me know his hate. "Stop giving yourself so much importance. I'm here for your mom. My face may be ugly but ugly souls like you are not even worthy of my life's single second" I said angrily and pushed him away from me but he didn't let me go away. "I can hide my ugly soul beside this face but ugly ducklings like you carry their ugliness which can't even be hidden by beautiful dresses because they stain everything around them with their ugliness" his words were hurting my soul. I won't give him the privilege to see my tears. With all my power I pushed him making him stumble and fall into the pool. "Happy birthday," saying that I tried to walk away with a victory smirk but he didn't let me go. Things he did to me after that still send a shiver down my spine. One thing was clear that day I would never want to see his face again in this life. But I don't know why the hell I am standing in front of him in church wearing a wedding gown. Looking at his victory angry smirk plastered to his face with my glassy eyes.

Veronica is a sex worker. One night, she is sent to the home of The Ruthless Mafia boss, Don Patrizio. After doing her job of pleasuring him, he reveals his hidden agenda... Is Veronica in trouble? Or will she have to remember all she was taught in acting class? ***Sneak Peak: I could suddenly feel him burning holes into my skull with his glare. He cleared his throat to get my attention... "When you say 'clients', you mean?" "Men I have fucked for money" I stated matter-of-factly. Of course, I was being playful. He hit the table, breaking it into two, each halves fell to the floor in opposite directions. "Don't. Ever. Say. That. Again." "I'm sorry. But you know what I do" He towered over me and cupped my face in his hands. "I don't care. I just don't want you talking about your affairs with other men. Am I clear?" I watched his expression soften, and I realized that all he needed was reassurance. "Okay. I'm sorry, Bambi" He walked over the mess on the floor and returned to his seat. He dialed a number on his phone and ordered another table and dinner. "Sorry about this" He apologized as he tucked his phone into his jacket pocket. I got up and walked over to him and placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. "It's okay". He grabbed my waist and made me sit on his lap with my legs on either side of his body and our faces a few inches from each other. I could feel his need between my legs. Like the naughty girl that I am, I massaged between his thighs to worsen his state. He smashed his lips against mine and kissed me hungrily. While I was trying to keep up with his kiss, he brought his fingers to my clit; my body twitched in response and I let out a small cry... WARNING: Strong Language, Sex... not suitable for ages below 18. Updates: Weekly #1 in pretense #1 in prostitute 9/5/23 #1 in sexworker 11/23

From grace to grass. Amir's home was taken from him in just one night. Left with no memory but an emblem and a name, an scared omega takes off on a journey full of secrecy and fear.

There's a bed in the middle of the library with a huge window overlooking a view of the entire ocean. Standing in front of the kind-sized bed, he throws me. He begins at my entrance, sucking each incurable thought out of me. There's a table near us, lying a glass of whiskey. He grabs it and pours it all over my body. I flinch at the utter coolness of the ice. He looks up at me and grabs my arms, pinning them down. "Stay still," he demands. He sucks the liquid off of my ribs, my nipples, my hips. He comes up to my face nearly touching my lips with his. "No one will ever make you feel this way." he taunts. I nearly jump up only to get a taste of myself but its no use, he only thrusts me back down, smiling down at me. He chuckles, devilishly. "Soo impatient." he starts... (Chapter 17) Anastasia Ruby Levine is an 18-year-old senior in High School, desperate for the acceptance of Columbia University, and the fervency of love; dominant love. After weeks of no father and only mother, she finds the confession of her mother's fondness rather unfair until her fondness occurs to be a man, a man with a son, guided by the Romans of looks, formed by the work of divinity. He's charming, yes, but very, very dangerous. Ana, on the other hand, is all in for danger, frightened, of course, but also wildly intimated and forced into his pleasures, the pleasures of women and men; his women and her dominant man. They fall, but they fall deeply. (Contains violence, anger, sexual content, strong language, blood, and sexual abuse.) (I do not own any of the Hemlock Grove characters, this is a fanfiction story!) (still editing some chapters)

"Shut your mouth and turn your fucking neck to the side." he ordered all of the sudden. The chill and the hardness of his voice resonated my spine as I gritted my teeth, caged in between the side of the wall and his arm. "C'mon puppy, I don't have all day." he bellowed impatiently. I refuse to do as he says, but the glare he was giving me commanded my body to follow his instruction. I hesitated to move, but before I could react, his pale hand grabbed my jaw and jerked my head to the side. I felt the skin of my neck being exposed. Every second passed and I could feel his icy breath brushing against my skin. "Smells. . .delicious. . ." he said, licking his lips; I blushed immediately and all of a sudden, I felt piercing pain vibrating throughout my body and a tingle of heat. I could feel his sharp teeth sinking into my neck, sucking the blood out." _____________________________________________________________________ My parents died when I was young. I didn't know who the killer was. Stationed away to an academy, I suddenly became a control bait for the Vampire Species. They all want my blood and they want my flesh and my corpse. But one of them claims me to be their property. He is scary and big as well as strong; I know I cannot compare to him. But it seems like he was in love with me. Or is he love with my blood? [ Note: I was heavily inspired by the manga: Kohitsuji Project written by Takenaka Sei-sensei. So there may be some similarities between this story and the book, but I try to make it as different as possible. Of course, all rights belong to Takenaka-Sensei. Hopefully you all may enjoy ;v; ]