Liana Vescari has always been the nice one, the girl who smooths over arguments, puts others first, and never asks for more than she's given. At eighteen, in a family everyone admires, her kindness is praised as maturity, her silence mistaken for strength. When she was fifteen, her older sister's boyfriend, charming, trusted, and deeply woven into their family, began crossing lines so subtly that Liana convinced herself it was nothing. She didn't want to be dramatic. She didn't want to hurt anyone. What felt like care slowly became control, and by the time she was old enough to understand what was happening, she had already learned to blame herself for not saying no. Determined to protect her family's image and her sister's happiness, Liana keeps quiet. She tells herself she's fine, even as depression settles in and bulimia becomes a way to punish her body for taking up too much space. Survival, she believes, means enduring without complaint. When three new friends enter her life and offer a kind of safety she's never known, Liana begins to question whether being good should hurt this much. But as her abuser tightens his hold and the truth threatens to surface, she faces an impossible choice. Speaking up could finally free her, but it may also cost her the family, identity, and love she's spent her life trying not to disappoint.

Evelyn thought love was supposed to save her. At twenty-one, she's living in a cramped Adelaide rental with Jaxon-the boy who once made her feel chosen. He's passionate, intense, and when he's good, he's everything. But when he's not... he's cruel in quiet ways. With words that cut. With silences that scream. With promises that make her stay. Because love is supposed to hurt a little, isn't it? When Jaxon crosses a line she didn't know she had, Evelyn runs-with no plan, no bag, just a cracked phone and shaking hands. She ends up on her brother Jake's doorstep. Safe, but not whole. Then there's Kade. Jake's best friend. Her childhood tease turned quiet protector. He sees too much-asks too little. And something about the way he looks at her makes it hard to breathe. Living with them was meant to be temporary. But Jaxon still calls. Still says all the right things. And Evelyn can't stop loving him-not really. Not yet. As the past claws at her and something softer begins to bloom between whispered conversations and lingering glances, Evelyn is forced to choose: the man who once felt like gravity... or the one who makes her feel weightless. For the full story, go visit my Amazon page: https://www.amazon.com/author/gracesmith.author

Started: 11/6/2020 Completed: 12/26/2020 "I hope you remember what I said, Atlas," he said. He went back to his firm tone of voice now that we were alone. He glanced up at me as he packed three pairs of jeans into the bag. I was too busy trying to figure out how the hell I had three brothers who suddenly wanted custody of me after all these years of me being in foster care that I didn't even remember what Mr. Harris had told me last night, but it clicked. He had told me those things because he knew that I was leaving him today. "You will never be loved by them if they find out what you are, what you've done. And if they do find out, I'm sure they'll send you right back here to me where you belong," he said calmly as he placed the rest of my turtlenecks next to the jeans and lastly put in a coat. He zipped the bag that he had apparently finished packing for me and I looked around the room. "Let's go," he said firmly holding the bag in his hand as he walked out of my room. I didn't know if I should be happy or scared to be leaving Mr. Harris. I never imagined that I would be leaving him. Ever. He had told me last year on my birthday that he was going to marry me when I turned 18 and aged out of the system. *** For Atlas Bishop, moving in with three older brothers she never knew she had meant a chance at freedom she believed she didn't deserve. But there's no rest for the wicked. Every decision she must make in her new life will hide the fact that she was harboring the devil inside, deceiving everyone around her so she doesn't get punished ever again. Ace Innocenti has never been in love before, but he's certain he's in love with an innocent angel, the new girl Atlas Bishop. He's determined to keep his anger issues in check and his illegal activities at bay to keep her that way. But, innocence has a dark side that lies and cheats, and Ace learns his lesson the hard way.

[BLOOD AND BOND BOOK #1] 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐨 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." [𝐈'𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.] 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. "𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧?" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝐔𝐡. 𝐆𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. "𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐚 𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐞." 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐎𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞. Isabella Fiore Celano was never treated nicely by the world. She was only 10, when she was sex trafficked by the Russian mafia. Since then, she was known as dead to her family. After 10 years, she is found again by childhood friend and Italian mafia Don, Alessio Giovanni Costello. Alessio takes Isabella under his care as a tribute to his close family friends. Now a mafia Don who has never know gentleness or care must learn to care for a precious girl in need of all those things. Will the sweet precious girl, bring the big bad mafia Don to his knees? Or will they be ripped apart before the chance of love ever exists? Started: October 20, 2021 Finish

** Jamie lowered himself so that his face met mine. "Are you stupid?" he spat, cocking his head to the side. "Jamie!" I cried between gasps. "You're hurting me." Pulling my head forward a few inches, he then slammed it back against the wall. My ears began to make a sharp ringing sound, forcing me to close my eyes just to try and silence the pain. ** Isobel Tully accepts her abusive relationship as something that's meant to be, a karmic consequence of her past. She believes wholeheartedly that she deserves nothing better than her life with Jamie... But then she meets local musician Will. Kind, funny, insanely attractive Will... and he just so happens to find out her secret. As her existence at home becomes more and more unbearable, Isobel must decide if she's willing to risk her life for the opportunity to have the one she's always wanted, but will she get tangled up in a web of lies before she gets the chance? Content Warning: There are some very descriptive scenes of physical, emotional and sexual abuse/ violence. There are also descriptions of rape which could be upsetting. This story is not fully edited or spellchecked as of yet so please let me know if you find any errors or contradictions in the comments.

She thought he was perfect, but perfect doesn't exist. Alex had never been in love. Never been kissed. Never even held a boy's hand. So when Ben (the charming, confident, older man) swept into her life, it felt like fate. He said all the right things. Made her feel special. Claimed he was keeping her safe. At first, she believed him. When he checked her phone, it was because he cared. When he told her what to wear, it was because he loved her. When he got really angry, it was her fault, wasn't it? She should've known better. Shouldn't have talked to that guy. Should've texted back faster. Should've listened to him. Then the first slap came. Then the apologies, and promises it wouldn't happen again. But it did. It kept happening. Ben doesn't love Alex. He owns her. And she's learning, slowly and painfully, that love doesn't leave bruises. Love doesn't monitor your every move. Love doesn't isolate you from your friends and family, punish you for breathing the wrong way, or force you to beg for kindness that never lasts. But by the time she sees it for what it is, she's already trapped. And Ben doesn't plan to let her go. Not without a fight. ⚠️TW⚠️Domestic Violence ⚠️TW⚠️ Sexual Assault ⚠️TW⚠️ Emotional and Mental Abuse I don't own the cover or any of the pictures I use. This is copyright so if you see anyone taking my book please help a girl out and let me know. I've worked so hard on this. I recommend not reading until your 18 but I know y'all won't listen. Just be aware this book contains sensitive topics

Irina came to the city with quiet hopes and a heart still untouched by the cruelty of the world. She never meant to stand out. But she did-to the wrong man. Louis Velinova doesn't live in headlines. He lives in shadows. A powerful, unseen owner of a corporate empire, untouchable by law, unknown to the public. To most, he doesn't exist. To Irina, he became god and executioner. He stole her from everything she knew. He buried the people she loved. He twisted her days into silence and her nights into survival. And he called it love. He told her she was his. He made her bleed and kneel and shatter. All with the quiet, methodical obsession of a man who had been broken long before he broke her. But Irina never became him. She never became cruel. She became patient. This isn't a love story. It's the slow, sharp tale of a girl who was hunted-and the man who thought she could never strike back. He created the ending with his own hands. She just delivered it.

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.❞ 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭'𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘺. 𝘡𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘯'𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳.𝘗𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘺. Solène Marceau thought love would save her. Instead, it swallowed her whole. Ansel Laurent doesn't love―he consumes. His touch... a burn. His words... a leash. His presence... a suffocation. His love... a slow and painful death. She should have run the first time his grip tightened, the first time his whispered words curled around her throat like a promise of things to come. But she didn't. And now, he won't let her go. Zavien Amato was supposed to be her escape... his unrequited love fueling his desire to protect her, the one person who saw the girl beneath the wreckage, the one who would tear the world apart to pull her from the fire. But Ansel isn't just the fire―he is the burning. And if Solène dares to run, if she dares to reach for a life without him, he will drag her back into the dark with bloody hands and a smile. She is his. And... If he can't have her... no one can.

[BWWM] I never expected my life to spiral like this. Once, I thought Tyler was the perfect guy-charming, sweet, the one who made me feel special. But when the guy I thought I knew turned abusive, everything changed. I found myself stuck in a toxic relationship, trapped in a cycle of manipulation and hurt. The one night I thought I could escape it all, I ended up in Aiden's room, a stranger who saw me for who I really was, not just a pretty face and a hot body. But Aiden isn't just any guy-he's kind, compassionate, and unlike any guy I've ever met. Now, as my abusive relationship threatens to swallow me whole, Aiden is the only person who makes me feel safe. But can I let go of everything I thought I knew about love? Or will I risk it all for something real? Even if it might cost me my life? Rankings #1abusiveboyfriend - 14/03/25 #1 bookworm - 22/03/25