Stella Burns do not exist. There is no trace of her out there. Her name is unknown. Her existence is a ghost. She is hidden and sheltered from the cruel world that is desperate to eat away each shed of innocence and naiveté, which makes everything Stella Burns is. She is a child untouched by the world. But as always, the world catches up to everybody, even sweet Stella. Her whole safe world is shattered when she witnesses the first cruel reality. When her dear protector dies, she has no choice but to navigate her own path out into the outside world full of evil. She finds her brothers on a stormy day at a mansion doorstep. Once she steps in, her world shifts entirely, with her new protectors standing behind her back.

He watched her wordlessly. She was beautiful in his eyes. She wasn't like the others he had previously killed for joy, for satisfaction. She was without a doubt made for him, he thought. Her whole existence was for him. Only him. He grinned from within the shadows. Soon he'd have her for himself. Soon she would see him and feel the same way. This, after all, in his eyes, was destiny. P.s. There is a prequel/sequel up on my page, Obsession is more like the side story that goes with it. It doesn't matter which one you read first. Warning: some violence, blood and gore in the beginning. Thank you for reading. Highest- #10 in mystery/thriller - #8 in torture - #1 in dark themes

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

Kidnapped to be loved, only by an obsessive most wanted criminal man; Justin Hudsons. Hailey Fay, a girl filled with such passion, blessed with beauty and smart. She's living in a house with her single mother, and now a prisoner of Justin Hudson's love. Will she love him back or will she love him; by force?

Hij is er altijd. Je kan niet van hem ontsnappen. Hij is mijn grootste nachtmerrie. Elke dag zie ik hem. Hij staart me aan zonder te knipperen. Het is eng. Altijd is hij in mijn buurt. Het is alsof hij geobsedeerd met me is. Maar hij is een geest. Hij is niet echt. Nog niet... "𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑚𝑒, 𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑒𝑠" ⚠️GEANNULEERD⚠️

Previously titled Taken Away. Boys and girls from ages 16 to 20 are sent to the dome. By law every werewolf that hasn't found their mate has to go. No one knows when they will go until they are there. No one will have the chance to run away. In the dome a lot can happen, with no outside interference ... you have to protect yourself. What happens in the dome is not the type of fairytale story that you want to tell your children about before bed. In fact, most parents completely avoid this subject matter. By law the dome is not to be discussed unless you are inside, but that doesn't stop the gossip. They whisper of the crazed hunts and they murmur of the scarred souls. All this is just talk, until it plagues your nightmares, then your time has come.

Can't Escape. Why? Because I'm stuck with a crazy-in-love psycho. Can't Escape. There's no way out. Can't Escape. I'm helpless. Can't Escape. I'm weak. Can't escape. He will always know where I am. No matter where I go. {30 January 2022: This story is from 2015, I was almost 14 when I wrote this so bear with me lol}

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox