I've been chained up for weeks now.It was cold and dark. Blood continued to drip down my legs. I didn't shout nor yell, I just wanted to die. People used me for whatever they want then dump me like trash when they no longer need me.I heard the footsteps of someone coming. I knew it was him. His scent hit my nose easily my mate. I dreamed of him since I was little, a man that would care for me. He sat down in a chair opposite from me he lit his cigarette blowing it in the air. I didn't look at him, Yet I could tell he was looking directly at me. I couldn't take it anymore. I held a piece of glass from a beer bottle in my hand, ready to stab myself. But I was too late. He grabbed my hand forcing me to drop the glass. I screamed crying out in misery my plan failed. He unlocked my chains catching me before I could hit the ground. I took one more look into his dark eyes before passing out. "Till Death do us Part" ⚠️⚠️⚠️ WARNING THIS BOOK CONTAINS ABUSE AND SEXUAL CONTENT. ___________________________________________________________________________ DON'T COPY MY BOOK. @Copyright Wattpad

Jessie has spent the last ten years in an abusive marriage. One day, taking a detour from work, she sees a house she absolutely loves and in that moment she sees her escape. She buys it, leaves her husband cop, and moves in. Of course Bruce won't leave a stone unturned until he gets her to come home, but the strange thing is that the house has somehow become her ally. It loves her, protects her, and if need be would even kill for her.

Isaac Walker didn't expect his quietest student to become so infatuated with him, and he's not sure how to handle it when he learns of her innocent love. What he also didn't expect was her "innocent love" to turn into a sick and dangerous obsession. How could a girl who's sweet like honey be capable of such horror? __________________ IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

What am I? I'm absurd. That goes without a word. Bully me don't waste your time. Try to guilt me like I've done a crime. Charity I don't pay a dime. I shall never shed a tear. Unless I pretend to have fear. Anger me you'll lose an ear. I honestly don't care about your average jeers. If you hadn't guessed by the rhyme. I'm a waste of time. Pitiable to some. A monster to others. Put in a place that does really appeal to me. That does not have any entertainment for me that isn't frowned upon. Where I have to put in needless effort into pretending to be like my coinhabitants. Who always hold me back. But... What if... My co-inhabitants... Were something I could easily get rid of? What would happen if I did? ________________________________ Mary Azazel Doner was born into a cult. Not exactly the peaceful type. No animal sacrifices, or money stealing. But it gets most of its money from drug dealings. Brainwashes others convincing them to stay. Has a man who's considered a prophet. Polygamy. Child brides. Forced marriages. Heavily enforced religious customs. Everything that makes a cult, a cult. Mary always knew she was different. She didn't comprehend the people around her. But she was good at pretending that she did. Most people like her would've left, or manipulate, maybe even kill. But she had it drilled into her head since her beginning, to be a perfect little doll. Even if she had to pretend to be one. And that there was nothing else to life than to what you were introduced too. Yet, she still set the mask aside from time to time. Sometimes indulging in the activities she knew that we're punishable. But she was honestly bored of this endless rut. Then one day, she ventures to the borders of her home. Only to find contact with a world kept secret from her. With newfound information at her fingertips. A deadly plague is released onto the unsuspecting people of her home. Beware. She's not the little lamb. She's the wolf

Part journal, part memoir. All truth. Some may call it a cry into the void. Hell, even I might call it that. What I really want is to put it all on "paper", write it all out, and get it all out of my system. This is my truth. The truth. It's messy and scattered, but here it is. Dear Reader, it could be that you're looking for validation for your own abuse. You're looking for someone, anyone, to relate to what you've been through. Or perhaps you're just one of those people who love reading about trauma. It intrigues you. It pulls your eyes to the paper and tugs at your heartstrings. Whether this helps or merely entertains you, I hope that you get something out of this monologuing I'm doing here. I'm simply relieved that at last, someone is listening. Enjoy.

Follow his rules. Do as he says. David doesn't like when people go against him especially one of his wives. You heard right WIVES. How does one man have so much power over not just people but a whole island full of people. Innocent citizens from all over who thought a vacation would be perfect at Roseland the most beautiful island with Palm trees, Freash ocean air, but instead got faced with dictatorship. Some come to see if the notorious "Mad Man" exists, others didn't know a thing until they were forced in a society. Miranda took a vacation with her family that looked promising enough to spend Spring Break there. But when they find that they can't escape David's clutches things start looking down hill for the wholesome family. On top of all that Miranda will get trapped in polygamy, being held against her will to marry David.

Bryce had been a good kid. A better than good kid actually, with his sense of justice and high morals. He wanted to be a police officer and do good things for his community and the world. But then he was kidnapped because of one of his many good deeds, and worse yet, he had dragged his girlfriend, Krissy, into the dangerous mess he had made for himself. Their kidnapper was a woman, a mother, who blamed him for her son's imprisonment and later death. The woman's goal was to torture him, break him, and turn a good kid bad. It wouldn't have worked if not for Krissy - the good kid's one weakness. The one thing he would do anything for, including becoming a Monster.

She was sweet. Like a brownie. He was cold and hard like a rock.

"The pack slut" That's what I am called, but not who I am. Amelia was in love with the Alpha, but when he finds his true mate she is kicked to the side. With her mother's obsession with men, and Amelia's obsession with trying to get one man back. There life takes a turn for the worse... Especially when Amelia's mate starts coming into the picture.

All that Sophie wanted was love. Nathan hated the mere thought of love. Love or without love, little Sophie would always be his. Mature content -This story may not be appropriate for readers under 18.