Warning:- Mature content. Grace stepped back in fear when he stepped ahead. "Do it again and I will break your legs..." He warned. Her eyes filled with tears. "Chief, I am sorry... I didn't want to, but it happened all of a sudden... I had no idea..." She sobbed. Dominick grabbed her chin harshly. "Open your mouth for only one thing in front of me..." He gritted, and she whimpered and sobbed when he let it go with a jerk. "Please don't punish me... I am sorry" She pleaded but her words fell on deaf ears. "I don't want to do it, chief, please... I am scared of this... Please, please..." She cried. "Strip..." He ordered while walking towards the wall. Her eyes widened when he did that. Grace couldn't think properly. Out of fear, she ran towards the door, but the poor girl didn't know that she couldn't open it. ***** Grace is a nice and intelligent girl, but her kindness is her enemy. She was living a happy and peaceful life until a Mob boss knocked on her door. Grace had to sacrifice herself to the devil for her father's mistakes. But does this devil have a heart? How will Grace deal with this silent and cruel man who doesn't even talk to her? How long can she do it for her father? After all, it's not easy to have sex with a mob boss. (It's a sample)

How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

"Come here" he said motioning for me to step closer. I knew that I had to obey his every word. It was just that my body decided not to move. "I will not repeat this again. Come. Here. Now!" he commanded me this time. That's when my legs decided to wobble themselves towards my biggest nightmare. I stopped when I was about a feet away from where he was sitting. I had to keep my hands together to prevent them from shaking too much. To make things worse, there was only this dead silence that surrounded us. Then, before I could even prosses what was happening, he grabbed my hand and brought my wrist up to his lips. I whimpered, waiting for the pain to come. "You have every right to fear me. This is going to be painful." Without warning, I felt an excruciating pain all over my body. A sharp cry escaped my mouth as his fangs ripped through my tender skin. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She A simple girl forcefully taken from her home and separated from her small family to serve the Royal Pure Bloods. Him The Dark Prince, the most powerful hybrid on earth. Known to the world as a monster, an abomination. A creature unable to control his powers and is trapped within his own darkness.

"Use your words doll I want to hear that sweet voice of yours" He said gripping my jaw even more tightly. I was sure that this will leave marks on my face. "Yeah... I understand..." "And what do you exactly understand doll. We wanna hear don't we" He said while turning and looking at his friends who nodded agreeing to Blake like the puppets they were. "I...I won't..talk...to..him" "Good girl " He said letting go my jaw and kissing my forehead. This guy was so sick Caution: self harm | abusive words |

"No, please," I begged, holding tightly on his leg. He didn't even look at me. His dark intimidating eyes were fixed on a man who was terribly bleeding. He can easily die in any second because of me. Because of mine selfishness and careless. I don't want that. I didn't want any of this. But mostly, I don't want this miserable life full of violence, blood, wars, and deaths. "Kill him." he calmly ordered it as if it's not innocent human life. He is a heartless monster. I screamed when the gun noise was heard. I tried to run to the dying man deeply hoping he is still alive, but I was pulled back into his arms. A man was shot dead. ---------------------------------------- Renato Dominico D'Angelo cold, ruthless killer. Evelyn Zoe Barrett kind, innocent, medical student.