Briella's father was absent most of her life. He was a busy man with his new family and running businesses built on all sorts of illegal activity. She hardly ever saw him, he hardly ever made time for her. That is, until he suddenly did. Briella loved her daddy most, even with his absence in her life. She trusted him. So, she had no reason to believe her father would get himself into a world of trouble and use her to get himself out of it. But he did, and she found herself the 'wife' of a man who is truly a beast, and in a family that had even more issues than her own did.

"He was the type of person people would write sad poems about." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in Depression-awareness HIGHEST RANKING #1 in sadstuck HIGHEST RANKING #1 in creative writing

Theo couldn't leave her alone and young love can be a dangerous thing. Story is mainly told from a boys perspective! small age gap #1 PTSD awareness #42 TeenRomance

- ᴀ ʙᴡᴡᴍ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ "ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴇᴀᴛ?" "ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ꜱᴛɪᴄᴋʏ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ꜱᴀᴜᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ꜱᴏᴜʟ." ‼️18+ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ🔞 ʜɪɢʜᴇꜱᴛ ʀᴀɴᴋɪɴɢꜱ : #1 ɢᴏᴏᴅʏᴛᴡᴏꜱʜᴏᴇꜱ #1 ʀᴜɪɴᴇᴅ #1 ᴛᴀɪɴᴛᴇᴅ #2 ᴡɪʟᴅ ᴄᴀʀᴅ #2 ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛ #2 ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ

Book two of A L A N A You don't necessarily have to read the first book to understand this one. Some parts would just make more sense. Tainted with a history full of pain, Alana ends up striving for greatness, the twenty three year old left the past in well.... the past. She successfully owns one of the biggest pastry shops in her city and right now she doesn't need love. Or that's what she thinks. But when a new customer decides to show up in the form of a handsome male, she's not so sure what she wants.

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He could get lost in her eyes and never want to find his way. © pigmented 2016

The last book of the SCU series. Just survive...

3.5 Book in the SCU series. He's damaged. She's scarred. Sometimes healing comes from the most unlikely places.

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."