I walk backwards with Silva slowly stalking towards me with a crazed look on his face. He had his shirt unbuttoned and his hair damp from sweating. "Why are you here?" I ask him calmly trying not to show that I am scared, he chuckles darkly rubbing his hands through his hair something he did when he was upset. "What do you mean? I just came to bring my girl home; you still are my girl, right?" "I never said I wasn't. But you're acting insane right now." I tell him. Sweat formed with from the fear of what is to come. "I'm insane? You're the one with the knife in your hand not me! Look what you did to me!" I don't even look at his torso already aware of its damage. "Look what you did to me! What did you expect me to do Silva?! I don't want to hurt you anymore but I fucking will if you keep pushing me!" I was screaming on the top of my lungs waving the knife like a mad women. "Be a good girl and use it on me like you want." I wipe my endless tears shaking my head. "Come on Nastasia do it!" I scream as I watch him lunge at me, on instinct I swing the knife slicing into his arm. I gasp instantly dropping it and we both stand still as his blood drips . We stood in silence until he silently began laughing, I watch him touch his arm to feel the blood in his hands. "That's it Stasi let's play." He takes shirt completely off before coming at me again.

𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘦? | DISCONTINUED||

- Yeah, I'm mad at you And I know I fucked up, well damn look how you move -

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Azyah and Omarion have been bestfriends for years they soon come to realize that they have deep feelings for each other. Will they end up together or just stay friends? 😳 Read and find out!

Gucci ain't your ordinary chick . Raised by her mother's best friend she became close with her son Banks at a early age. Banks taught her everything how to hustle, be strong and even how to have sex. Casual sex is what the two called it, but now at the grown age of twenty two the pairs relationship of casual sex is becoming difficult. The feelings they say they won't catch is flowing in the air and the frustration from not acting on it is causing a drift in their relationship. Can they get it together before it turns sour ?

All that is hidden will be revealed... A BWWM reverse harem age-gap story.

Sabian 'Sire the Don' Savage is in the prime of his career, as his music is reigning on the top of the charts and the media will do anything to get close to the mogul. While in the public eye he has everything a man could want, a flourishing career, a beautiful woman, and the music world in his palm - behind closed doors things are much different. From the greed, lies, and the pretending he's constantly surrounded by, Sabian finds himself wanting to break away from the pressure within the industry. However that doesn't seem like an option when everyone is depending on him, and instead Sabian battles with not only himself but those around him. That's until Sabian meets a carefree dancer by the name of Kadence Davine, a superstar on the dance floor and literally the party everywhere she goes. The two are clearly opposites, as Kadence strives off of pressure in order to be the best, and the best she's destined to be. With that being said, Kadence is only committed to one thing - the dance floor; and she makes that clear as she breaks a few hearts on the way to the top. So what happens when Sabian, also known as Sire the Don gives her the opportunity of a life time? A tale of love and fame. Follow Sabian and Kadence as they find it impossible to conquer both their dreams and each other's hearts; And no matter how much they don't want to fall under the pressure, their chemistry is undeniable. Sabian is willing to risk it all for Kadence, however is she willing to do the same? Or is a chance at the top a little more sweeter....than a chance at love?

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

❝ 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥? ❞