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Born a slave, made an heiress, Annabelle must battle a society unwilling to accept her and a love that threatens to ruin her in order to keep her freedom. ***** Born a slave, Annabelle soon finds that fate has other plans when she's purchased by a man named Elijah Finley, who not only rescues her from an abusive master, but also gives her her freedom. However, her new life comes at the cost of another: Elijah has made Annabelle the heiress to his estate, in spite of having a son. So Henry Finley, unwilling to accept his father's will, is determined to regain his rightful fortune at any cost -- even if that means seducing his father's former slave... Content and/or Trigger Warning: This story contains some racist and sexist language that reflects the historical time period when it's set. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

Rhiannon Russo's life was simple, calm and uncomplicated. That is until her parents forced her to go to a summer camp where she meets irritating yet incredibly good looking Barclay Owens. And he's everything she's ever wanted: funny, sweet and loving. Everything was great, until summer ends and they have to go their separate ways. Barclay ignores her. He doesn't respond to Rhiannon's texts, calls or voicemails leaving her heartbroken. When senior year starts, Rhiannon wants to move on with her life and start afresh. Shocked is an understatement of how she feels when she finds out that Barclay has moved to her school; she's certain that he'll wreck all her plans. But then there's Theodore Forde, Rhiannon's best friend since 3rd Grade. Their relationship was always simply platonic until they both realise that they feel more for each other. He's everything she's ever wanted too: He's charming, athletic and caring. Rhiannon has to make a decision. Barclay or Theo? How does she choose? Afterall, she cares for them both. But when push comes to shove, who does she really love? Warning: this story contains swearing and some mature language. © 2016 grindmygears (wattpad)

You can feel its cold stare as it watches your every move. You can see its dark shadow as it wonders in your room.