we are living in a real world, with real people, along with real problems. Both War and Yin try to figure out how to get in love but still being real to their life.

Vee, it hurts to be with you, what hurts me the most is that you just play with me, with my feelings. You get upset and jealous when someone approaches me but I have to put up with you wherever you want to go to your girlfriend's arms . I have no right to demand, only to have leftovers of your love. But I'm tired, I don't want to suffer anymore, I don't want more of your toxicity. Although it hurts to leave you, I will fight to forget you . You will be one just one more a sad memory of my past. Past that embarrasses me. Because whoever endures a relationship like that, it is because that person doesn't love himself . I've already opened my eyes. I don't want you anymore in my life. I just want to forget you forever. Toxic loves are not worth it! Mark, after opening his eyes to his reality, will he be able to forget Vee and achieve happiness again?

I am a fighter. I am death. I am their protector. I live and breathe to protect the Innocents from the evil of this world. I choose who wil live and who will die. I was shunned from the pack that I now reside, proving my worth to them day in and day out. I am the Alpha. I was the Dud, the runt. I am the Red Warrior, and it is my duty to protect the pack from the evils of this world. _______________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks. ~Rissa

Lynx. That's my name. Lynx. Assassin of the Black Talon pack. That's what they use me as. An assassin. Why? Because I don't feel regret. I don't feel fear. I don't feel, well, anything. The cursed side effect of silver poisoning known as lost emotions is what made me like this. The side effect has made me a cold killer who feels no remorse. This is all I've ever known. Killing. I never thought about my future. And I didn't think about meeting my mate. *story is completed* TW: this story contains violence, self-harm, and references to suicide (I wrote this story when I was in middle school several years ago, I'm aware it's bad k thanks)

Behind the flashing lights of a New York nightclub, she hides her face... and her pain. Elle, known only as The Masked Dancer, performs not for fame, but for survival. Haunted by a dark past and terrified of any man's touch, she swore never to let anyone close again. When loneliness drives her to seek motherhood through a fertility clinic, she believes she's finally taking control of her life. But fate plays a cruel trick. A medical mix-up links her womb to a billionaire's DNA. Lucas Dimitri, the cold yet charming hotel C. E.O, donates sperm as a favor to a friend - never imagining that a clerical error would make him the father of two beautiful twin girls, Maya and Dorcas. When he meets them by chance, a mysterious bond pulls him toward them... and toward the woman who hides behind the mask. As secrets unfold and past wounds resurface, Elle and Lucas are forced to face the truth - that sometimes destiny chooses its own path, no matter how forbidden or unexpected. Love was never part of the plan. But neither was the miracle that bound them together.

Living In New York can Be hard I'm Only 19 and taking care of me and my 17 year old sister, Grew up with no Father he Died while trying to protect our country. My "Mother" abused me and my sister and did the one thing that hurt me to the core. Meet Jayda A 19 Year old girl who lives in New York with her 17 year old sister Harmony. Jayda and Harmony went through hell when they were younger, with there father being Dead and there mother who abused them. Meet Taymar a 17 year old boy in the drug business, he was just Trying to make a way for him, his mom and little sister, he wasn't really looking for Love until he meets Jayda and his whole outlook on love changes. Join these two on there journey of love, Sex, secrets and lies....

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***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.