Christopher is a 26 year old individual who just happens to have intellectual disability. Lotus was the one who chosen to be his nurse. Lotus gets so attached to Christopher,and Christopher's feelings grew just as vast. What happens when Lotus gives into her feelings? Dis•pa•rate/adjective : To be especially different ; Exceptional. started:6/7/15 ended: 7/25/15 *Quickest story I've ever wrote* Ranks -- #5 Disparate.

Sabrina Jacobs isn't exactly happy with her life. She argues with her sister all the time, and her parents are always at work, leaving her alone. Then, one night when her car breaks down and she is forced to walk home, being kidnapped by Chris changes her life. She wakes up in a completely different state across the country, and is forced to obey everything Chris says. She begins to hate him, but part of her is trying to tell her something. Can she actually feel sympathy towards her kidnapper? Soon she begins to grow homesick and forgets about ever getting the chance to escape, and things go downhill. How far will Chris go to make her his, and how much can she take before she snaps? Will he ever let her go?

Melanie Sawyer hates school. She absolutely despises it. Then one day, two new students arrive at school. Christian and Christopher Brown. Two identical twin brothers, and she is attracted to both of them. When she finds out what they are, however, she is forced to make a choice. Both of them could hurt her, but she can't completely let them go. When they eventually go to war, she has to pick a side. Evil, or good? It may sound like an easy decision, but to her, it's a complicated one. And what she chooses may change her whole life. Permanently.

Miranda Williams has a loving boyfriend named Adam and a caring family, but for some reason that isn't enough to satisfy her. There is still one boy in school that captures her attention, and she doesn't know why. She loves Adam, but this stranger just pulls her towards him, like some odd attraction that she can't figure out. She's not in love with him, but he seems to be in love with her. His name is Chris, and he's much more than Miranda sees on the surface. He has a secret that he hides from almost everyone, and the secret will unlock the reasons that Miranda can't stay away from him. Chris knows exactly why this is going on, and he intends to tell her, but just in a different way that could possibly make her hate him for life...

Alana has always been out of place among the crowd of students at her school. While the girls all gossip about boys and clothes and other unnecessary topics, she's had a fascination of her own. Mr. Brown, the twelfth grade Algebra teacher that has captivated Alana beyond words. She dreams about him, she stares at him, she fantasizes about him... but most important of all, she loves him. She tries to get an A in his class, just because she wants him to feel proud of her, but she is just unable to learn anything that he teaches. So Mr. Brown offers to tutor her. Alana is shocked and thrilled all at the same time, but she's incredibly nervous. How will he act when they're alone? Will he find out about her obsession over him? And if he does find out... will he return those feelings?

‘Black excellence.’ Rose. Black. Twenty-two. Recent college graduate. Raphael. Greek. Twenty-nine. Extremely good-looking, wealthy and – most of all – cold. What was it? A compromis? An arrangement? More like blackmail. And now that he has her, will this relationship remain more like a deal? Or will actual feelings get involved? “I expect you to let me kiss you when I want. You don’t decline,” he demanded and took a few steps to the corner she stood in. He placed his hands next to her, really cornering her. His voice was hoarse and full of authority, and Rose almost felt herself giving in. “Do you understand?” She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head to the side a bit, challenging him. “Do… you… understand?” his lips brushed against hers with every word he said. She had the urge to just kiss him but as she had told herself not to, she turned her head so his lips were now on her cheek. “This is not part of the arrangement.” “Then I’ll make it one from now on,” he retorted and held her face by her cheeks with one hand, forcing her to look at him. “You can’t,” she mumbled as it was hard for her to speak with his hand like that. “I can. If you don’t agree, you can leave.” She stared into his green eyes as she thought about leaving. She knew she was going to get hurt if she’d stay but she didn’t want her entire family to get hurt either. He let go of her face and crushed his lips onto hers. By now he had pressed his body completely on to hers and Rose felt her body heating up again. Raphael wasn’t gentle during the kiss at all but he wasn’t harmful either. He was dominant and left no room for her to take control of what was happening in that elevator. SEXUAL CONTENT!

"But you can call me master my pretty little angel." Angel is only nineteen years old. He's studying law and is a really good writer. He doesn't drink or smoke. Angel not a really sexually guy... In fact he's still a virgin, but something really soon might change that. Mason, 25 years old, owns his own business and is highly appreciated. Never has he been the one to chase after what or who he wants, he always have them chasing after him. But that all changes when he meets Angel and only God knows what he'll do to get him as his to submissive.

"Get the fuck out of my house!" my dad shouted. "Gladly. But, before I go, I have just one thing to say; you've never been a good father. You've always treated Poppy and her mother like absolute shit." "You know nothing about being a father, you little prick!" "Yeah? Well, your innocent little girl calls me daddy when I fuck her from behind, so that's close enough for me," Knox spat before hauling me out of my seat and leaving. *** Ever since Poppy Nicole was little, she's been a shy girl with a heart of pure gold. Her innocence is glaringly obvious and she has nothing but the best intentions for everyone on her mind. Everyone has always loved the sweet-minded girl. Knox Carmichael is Charleston, South Carolina's resident bad boy and infamous hell-raiser. He's been on a first-name basis with law enforcement since the young age of ten-years-old. Before his parents became fed up and sent him away to military school when he was fourteen, one of Knox's favorite pass times was taunting his one and only Poppy. Poppy's life was going great. Fantastic even. She was accepted into the local university aside her best friend - and Knox's little sister - Kiara and she couldn't wait to get a start on her nursing studies. But then life takes a turn for the worst as the devil himself shows up unannounced to their dorm just as the girls are unpacking their belongings. Poppy hopes that Knox has grown up and put an end to his torturous ways. If only she knew just how wrong she actually was. If only she knew he was back for one thing, and one thing only. To take what is, and always has been, rightfully his; Poppy. COPYRIGHT AuthorrUnknown ALL RIGHTS RESERVED **STORY WILL CONTAIN STRONG LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK** Hit 1 Million on 11/25/16, Highest Ranking: #1 in Drama Cover by Loutka

(BWWM) (shifter)Marina Fisher is a pretty tough woman she is an assistant to a major ad company CEO. She lives on her own in an apartment but still keeps in touch with her family. Her life seems normal to people looking in, except it isn't, especially when Her other boss Mr. Kevin Fisher enters the picture again. © 2013 wallflowerxfantasy

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...