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Battle Scars [ Chresanto August Story ] by TrippyNinjaa
TrippyNinjaa
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At the age of seven years old, Jessica has been fighting a life battle. Her struggle continues as she grows older and now, at sixteen, Jessica is on her own. Day by day she's losing hope. "Not even church can help her." She thinks. That is .. until she finds a light right around the corner.
Im Sorry Daddy RocxPrince (Unedited) by muvass
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© 2013-2015 @RoyceBihh All Rights Reserved This is book one of a never ending life of heartbreak, hate, love, etc. It's also boyxboy so if you have a problem with it, don't read it.
Preacher's Daughter (Chris Brown) by mimi_thewriter
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All rights reserved to "@mimiluvsyouxoxo" 2016. "Preacher's Daughter (Chris Brown)" is under direct ownership of the author. Theft or plagiarism is strongly prohibited, those who commit such crime will face a penalty. For copyright purposes, I do not own any; photos,images, or music that are found throughout this book. Such content has been found via the internet. Justine Miller is a Preacher's daughter. A lot of people believe that Preacher's kids are most troubled, but Justine is the complete opposite. She wasn't sheltered as a child, so she was exposed to everything that the real world had to offer. She grew up to be an amazing, beautiful woman, with good morals. Chris Brown is a homeless man, staying in a homeless shelter. Use to be a star player in high school, the guy that everyone loved and had a bright future ahead of him. Until he starting experimenting with different drug, but the only one that stuck was the pills. With out the two even noticing, Justine always found herself helping Chris whenever she saw him. She didn't realize she was helping the same guy over and over again until she finally take him into her home one night. My goal with this story is to make it different from the typical Preacher's Daughter story, where she's a good girl that turns bad after she meets this guy. Cover made by: JB_Justin_Bieber
Mentality. by Bhettiboop
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One day, Zonnique goes to a wild spring break party. The next day, she wakes up inside of a mental home. Her parents rule her "suicidal", placing her into a home for patients in need. But these patients are crazier than she thought. One by one, she is forced to face and deal with what these nurses call "people". However, what will happen when she's forced to face these facts? Will she become one of them, or will she stick to her MENTALITY?
Dr. August. [TMAD series.] by Bhettiboop
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"Being a sex therapist ain't all it's cracked up to be. Business is business." - Dr. August.
Inmate #538426 by VerifiedTrill
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***PRIVATE CHAPTERS: MUST FOLLOW TO READ THEM*** [BOOK 1 TO THE INMATE SERIES] [MATERIAL IN THIS BOOK IS FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!] "Stay out of trouble or you'll end up in prison with all those bad people." The same sentence my mother constantly told me until I was grown and on my own. In all honestly, she didn't really care. She just didn't want me to end up dead like my father and was giving me her pity but I ain't need the sorrow she was giving me. Or so I thought, maybe if I listened and instead of being a hard headed person and robbing a bank at the age of 24 then I wouldn't be in the predicament that I'm in right now. If I had the common sense that god gave me then I wouldn't be sitting in prison for 5 years but it didn't even go down like that. I was actually set up and was framed by three females that I labeled as my friends but they was just in it for the money and taking my niceness for granted. That stapled 3 years on my ass and I was framed once again by a crook cop just because I didn't give him the guilty pleasure that he desired. So that put another 2 years on my ass and I don't think I could live another day in this trashy place. Not with this bipolar guy named Sean, you'd think that he's just a normal inmate but on god your ass is completely wrong. Copyright © 2013-2014 by VerifiedTrill
Bought #complete (Sequel to Sold)  by LeeleeKez
LeeleeKez
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Sold for nothing, bought at a price. Where is God when it hurts the most? Sisi knows a thing or two about pain. Given away in a child marriage by the people who were supposed to protect her, abused, suffered many miscarriages, hurt, broken, lost. Life almost could not get worse. But it does. When she falls in love with a man she could never deserve. It does. When she must turn and walk away from the love of her life. How does God fix a heart in need of healing? (ps, bought is the book 2 of sold)
Sold (Christian Romance)  by LeeleeKez
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(Featured by wattpad)Highest ranking #4 in spiritual. Sold for nothing Sisi finds herself stuck in an abusive marriage to a man whose purpose is to break her down. Fifteen years of abuse and five miscarriages later, it almost seems like her life could get better when she is abducted by her own doctor. Haunted by nightmares of her past, she manages to adjust to her new life but deep down, she knows her abusive husband will move heaven and earth to find her and she better be prepared for when this will happen. *CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF ABUSE AND DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. #christian # romance # aheartinneedofhealing #Godsgrace # forgiveness * Copyright © 2016 Lily Orevba All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to the publisher. This is a work of fiction belonging to Lily Orevba. Resemblance to places, persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
Illicit by PossessionObsession
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It started with a proposition. Eight words; "I want to make love to your wife." They are eight words I will never forget, because with those words I found my addiction. [WARNING:The story your about to read is intended for readers 18+ due to it's sexual content. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion] Open to read a brief synopsis
Sold [Completed] by Alluringtrapx
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#2 in Horror. /02.23.16/ I hear footsteps approaching me, pacing faster and faster making me look back quickly. I see a man in a black fabric mask wearing all black clothing. I widen my eyes beginning to run in the snow making my feet heavy. "Help! Somebody help me!" I scream in a cry looking around to find nobody on sight. "Help!" I scream trying to run faster hoping somebody would hear my cries. My throat became sore from the cold quickly making it harder to breathe freely. "Help me! Somebody!" I hear the tall figure run behind me feeling a grip on my hair. My white ski hat fell into the ground covered in snow. The man groans pulling my hair towards him making me collapse. "No, stop!" I scream struggling from his grasp, punching and kicking aimlessly. "Shhh." The man whispers into my ear grabbing onto my wrists starting to cuff them. "No!" I scream twisting and turning trying to bite the man's arm. The man doesn't say much. The only thing I hear is his heavy breathing. He starts to shackle my ankles together as I lay a full blown kick into his face making him groan in pain holding onto his nose on top of the mask. "Help me, somebody!" I keep yelling as he kicks me in the stomach and takes out a clothed bag from his coat pocket putting it on my head covering my face. He ties it up from the back tightly making my neck feel pressured. "Please." I whimper. "You don't have to do this." I cry admitting defeat. "Night, night." He chuckles hitting me behind the head making me loss consciousness. WARNING: Will contain very disturbing content. This book is not for individuals who are sensitive to these topics. (Rape, torture, etc.) Read at your own risk. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT