Alayna, she's the shy new girl at the school, hates everyone and is hiding a secret se doesn't want out Jayden, he's the schools bad boy and top guns. He's a player and Alayna isn't the only one with a secret

The last thing she remembered before blacking out was being poked with a needle. She has a phobia of needles. "I'm sorry Love." ################################## Kaytlen Rimmer is the daughter of a famous gang leader. Charles Rimmer,he has abused her ever since her mother died and he let's his gang members abuse her. But she was kidnapped by a group of 5 guys. She also has a phobia of Needles. ################################## All Rights Reserved If you find a story very similar to mine please tell me and also report them.

"I'm going to let go and your not going to scream or try to run, you understand?" He said, his voice was deep and he sounded dangerous I knew I had to listen to him I didn't want to speak so I simply just nodded yes. "Answer in words Ellie" he commands as he slightly removed his hand from my mouth "H-how do y-you k-know my n-name?" I asked, it came out more as a whisper and I'm surprised he heard it "I know lots of things" he said...... The description is not that great but please give my story a chance Also I don't own any of the photos in this story!!! This story had some curse words but nothing too severe!

I waited in the night. She was late, i glanced at my phone screen again. 12:25. She was supposed to be here 30 minutes ago. After watching the cars past the curb, a sleek black range rover pulled up to me and out jumped a tall lean figure. But it was too dark to make out his actual face. "Hey babe i've been looking all over for you" the stranger said with a grin. I stared at him trying to justify if i should run or not. He looked completely sober. "I-I'm waiting for my mom" i stuttered He only chuckled which sent chills down my spine. Walking closer to me, i was frozen. He firmly gripped my arm leaning in close to my ear. "Well sweetheart not anymore your coming with me" he whispered then lightly kissing my ear as a cloth covered my mouth. I let my eyes shut as darkness overtook me.

Delilah Richards is twenty and definitely not what most people would consider kidnap material. She's sweet, innocent, smart and wouldn't dare of hurting anyone. Everyone loves her but sometimes takes advantage of her kind soul. There's no reason to take her, or is there? Ryder Lang is twenty-two and definitely what most people would call a criminal, a lunatic, a heartless monster. He's cold hearted, guilty of almost every single crime, smart and wouldn't dare backing out of a fight. Everyone fears him but sometimes tries to stop him. He has no reason to hurt a innocent girl or does he? What will happen? Will Delilah try for once take advantage of the situation she's in? Will Ryder show her that he's more than a criminal? Or will he prove her and everyone else that he is? READ TO FIND OUT! ⚠️WARNING!⚠️ •CONTAINS CURSE WORDS• •CONTAINS VIOLENCE•

I woke up to noises of someone shuffling around my room. "Ashton, I promise I didn't take your tampons this time. Let a woman sleep" I mumbled as I pulled my duvet covers over me. The shuffling stopped and then there was silence. Ashton must have left. I cuddled closer to my covers and got ready to fall back to sleep. "I'm sorry Love, but Ashton left the apartment an hour ago." A deep voice commented. My eyes flew open and I quickly sat up on my bed. In front of me a tall, handsome man with familiar mischievous green eyes watched me from beside my dresser. I sat there in shock as I eyed the stranger across from me. He had black hair, sharp cheekbones, strong eyebrows, a lip piercing as well as an eyebrow piercing, and he had... is that my thong in his hand!? My eyes grew large as I sat there frozen. "By the way, thank you for helping me out last night. That wicked witch had really taken a toll on me. But thanks to you I got fixed right up." He winked at me as he went back to shuffling through my underwear draw. "I took home a stray dog last night" I mumbled to myself. My "flight or fight" response seemed to have created another response called "accept death". I've seen enough horror movies to see where this scenerio ends. The stranger continued to look at my panties, finding a bra he seemed to like and began inspecting it. "Ah yes. That 'dog' was me I guess you could say." He looked up at me and grinned at my obvious frozen state. "No screaming? Tsk. How boring of you". Highest Ranking: #20 in paranormal