"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

"You're going to pay off the debt." The man with stormy grey eyes told me in an authoritative tone. I narrow my eyes at the beautiful man trying not to get lost in those silver like eyes, "What debt?" *** Nineteen year old Cathenna is pulled into a world of gangs, violence and drugs all due to a man by the name of Alessandro Armani.

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"I need someone that's innocent and pure and I know exactly where to get my innocent little girl."

{{ IM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR OF THIS STORY!! ON BOTH HERE AND QUOTEV!! SO DON'T CLAIM!! }} He slammed me against the door with such force which caused me to whimper. Tears streaming uncontrollably down my face, i hiccuped a sob. My legs felt wobbly i couldn't barely stand. His body towering over my small frame, his eyes were dark and unreadable. Our faces only inches apart, I felt his ragged breath hit my face. "You are not to tell anyone about this, do I not make myself clear?" He say through gritted teeth. My back pressed against the door and both his hands gripping my arm. I choked on a sob, barely a word came out. His gripped tightened causing me to whimper. "I said, don't i make myself clear." He growled lowly. I whimpered out. "I-I Won't T-Tell "

I felt the bruises on my neck, a reminder that Zayn had touched me; it was like he had left his mark on me. I can't shake him of, the feel of his lips on me, when he touched me it begun to send shivers.... what am I saying, I must just be tired. WARNING: This fanfiction contains mature content such as explicit language, sexual content, drugs, violence, and death. Don't read if you're uncomfortable.

She painted his life with color and he infused her soul with passion.

"because I have a L on my wrist, I think it's you."

He paused, looking over at me and frowned, his beautiful face contorting into a sad grimace. "Why did you resist me?" I felt his hand reach out and stroke my cheek, and I had a hard time refusing the urge to lean into his gentle touch. "I want answers," I demanded. "About what?" "Oh, I don't know," I spat quietly, "Maybe for starters, you can explain what the hell is going on. I mean, you're here trying to...touch me, and you're my freaking step-father! I mean, you've banged my mother before!" I slowly watched the corners of his lips twist upward, until he had a smirk plastered across his face. He leaned down, shrinking down to my petite height I highly despised, especially at times like these. "Mmmm, angel," he hissed against my ear, it doesn't mean that she was the one I thought about." --------- Mature rating. Don't read if you find it uncomfortable, etc.

WAS ORIGINALLY TITLED OBSESSIVE "Every time you scream out, every time you struggle to cope with the pain, every time you submit to me, I fall deeper and deeper in love with you." - in which a man addicted to harming others and a young girl addicted to harming herself take part in a tragically unhealthy relationship. Warning: Agegap, abuse, selfharm, sexual content, murder, and daddy kink