"𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Saint Ash, who comes from a family with a history of mental illnesses, isn't surprised when he grows up and quickly realizes that he lacks empathy and morals. After moving to America for a few months to act on these impulses he has felt his entire life, one night when he goes to commit his first murder, he can't bring himself to once he sees the girl with captivating beauty in front of him. So he decides, that if he can't kill her, He'll make her his.

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

Gina Moving into that tiny apartment felt like cutting the last golden thread tying me to my family. No guards. No rules. Just me... and him. Xavier Patrova. I noticed him immediately-the tattoos crawling down his arms, the way his presence filled the room like something heavy and unmovable. He barely looked at me when I walked in, just muttered a low "don't touch my stuff" before disappearing into his room. I talk when I'm nervous. So I talked. About the apartment, the weather, the stupid elevator that smelled weird. He ignored every word. God, I hated him. He was rude, cold, impossible to read. And worst of all-he made me feel small in a way my family never did. Not protected. Just... insignificant. But then I saw it. By accident, really. That's when everything shifted. Xavier wasn't just some rude, cold stranger. He was drowning. And suddenly... I couldn't hate him anymore. - Xavier She talks too much. That was my first thought when Gina Cameron walked into the apartment like she owned the air itself. Bright voice. Bright eyes. Too bright. People like her don't belong in places like this. I kept my distance. I had to. Because if she looked too close, she'd see it. The mess. The truth. The fact that I'm barely holding anything together. But she doesn't stop. She smiles. She asks questions. She fills the silence I've spent years building. And I hate it. ...until the day she finds out. I didn't mean for her to hear. Didn't mean for her to see the bills, the medicine, the photo of my mother slowly slipping away while I can't afford to save her. When I turned and saw her standing there, I expected judgment. Disgust. Pity. Instead, she just looked at me like... I mattered. Like I wasn't something broken. That scared me more than anything. Because Gina Cameron is everything I should stay away from. But the way she looked at me that day- It changed everything.

|| Featured FREE story with exclusive paid chapters - previously a paid story || When Haley discovers the truth behind Xavier, whose silence holds a deeper meaning, she sets her mind on making his life better one small step at a time. ***** Haley Rosamond is happy with her simple life, content under the wing of her father. Well-protected, she has no idea of the darkness surrounding Xavier Hunt, with his all-black attire and infrequent presence in school-accompanied by his bruises and scars. That is, until Haley catches a glimpse of Xavier's reality and is made to question everything she knows about family and life in general. The truth, she realizes, couldn't be more different from everything she has heard. Supported by her father, Haley sets her mind on helping Xavier any way she can, and what begins with tutoring sessions, free food, and random acts of kindness blooms into friendship and something a little more. But when Haley's admission into her dream college and another tragedy in Xavier's life threaten to undo everything she has worked for, Haley needs to decide if she'll stick by Xavier or simply be another person in his life that disappears. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

COMPLETE Let me make this crystal clear, because you don't seem to understand," he said, his voice deceptively calm, but laced with venom. "I paid for you to be my wife. That means you do what I say. You're mine now." He flicked a check toward me, and it fluttered to the ground between us. I couldn't look away from him, though my chest tightened in panic. My hands shook as I fought back tears, refusing to let him see me break. But he wasn't finished. "What did you expect?" he scoffed, eyes narrowing. "This is what gold diggers like you get. Money has a price, and now you're paying yours. Enjoy it, wife." Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing in the massive, empty living room-speechless, breathless, and drowning in disbelief. I never expected this. © MaryRose 2018. All rights reserved. Content Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of physical and verbal abuse. Reader discretion is advised. My intention is not to romanticize or condone abusive behavior but to present a fictional story for entertainment purposes only. If themes of violence, toxic relationships, or power imbalances are triggering, please proceed with caution or choose a different story. This is a work of fiction and should not be taken as a guide to real-life relationships. Offensive or disruptive comments will be removed to maintain a positive reading experience for all.

"You taste better when you're angry." ➿ ➿ ➿ I was top in my class, studying at my hometown's college after leaving this place for years. But I didn't come back because of that. His name was Micheal Wilder. But his friends called him Nick. He was only a year older than me, my high school sweetheart, and I always noticed him, but he never even looked at me. Until he did. At first, I thought of it as a mistake, because he wasn't who he said he was... He was a killer. But shortly after he captured me, I quickly realized... That he was obsessed with me, too.

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.

"Benny!!!" "I need your help!!!" "It's operation Meow meow 34569!" "Umm.. what?" "Operation Meow meow?? Steal neighbour's annoying cat? Ring any bells?" "I'm sorry. I think you are texting a wrong number." ♧♧♧ ▪A text message/ dialogue story. Completed. PS. The images I use are obviously not mine but the editing is done by me. Highest rankings. #3 in dialogues

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.