She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

Emily Valentine is an ordinary twenty-three year old girl that still lives with her dear parents. They love her so much that they won't let her out of their sight. Literally. That's why she's still living with them at the age of twenty-three. Emily thinks she's the luckiest girl in the world. She has parents that love her so, a sister to lean on, and a fiancé that would do anything for her. Everything was perfect for her and she thought nothing could ruin it for her. But she didn't think that everything could be ruined by just a visit from an old friend.

My name is Morgan. My life used to be great: I was a track star, I had a great family, and the greatest best friend I could ever ask for. I was a quieter girl, always trying to fade in to the background. Never trying to catch anyone's attention. But I did. The day Chris takes me changes me forever. Will I fall victim to his psychotic tales of love and give my heart to him, or will I fight back and escape? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This was my first story on here, so keep in mind that there will be mistakes. This story is under editing.

**Sequel to Stolen Love** It's been nearly a year since I was kidnapped. Life is finally starting to get back to normal. I'm going to college, I have a great boyfriend, and a job at the local diner. That is, until I find the bouquet a flowers in my apartment.

People think living in a small town is peaceful. You get to talk to your neighbors, hear the small town gossip, maybe even find true love...well that's what happens in the books anyway. But I'll let you in on a little secret. Small towns are definitely not peaceful. Everyone knows everything about everybody. The things you want to be kept secret are exposed. The things you wished weren't true are. Nothing is private. Now the small town I'm living isn't filled with secret vampires or werewolves with a sexy six pack. The small town of Pinewood is filled with people. Normal, regular, everyday people. Or so they appear that way. Pinewood is filled with mentally insane people. I know who they are. Where they live. What caused them to become insane. This book is a book of truths. This book is filled with secrets no one else knows. This book is mine. This, is the book of the mentally insane. ******************** DISCLAIMER: There are things in this book that could be scary for younger children so I suggest you're 15+ if you're going to read this book. This book also talks about suicide and other forms of dying that could be sensitive topics for some people.

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Everybody is somebody else's weirdo: I suspect I may be many people's. Consider this a brain dump, or indeed a Brian dump given the misspelled pseudo-entity who lives in my skull. Tangential thoughts, comments, ideas, and general Brianisms from the soggy grey matter of Gav. And other stuff...

Its about love.

I went to a park in the middle of the night to clear my mind out of my bro and friend's noise not to meet my stalker who will take me away from my peaceful everything and lock me for his own desire . Everything has changed . Will it be good or will it turn to be as bad as I thought ? I want freedom . He wants love ?