WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! Carina ran away from Regan years ago after she found out about how he used and deceived her. But Regan searched for her and didn't give up until he found her. Now that they saw each other again, is there another chance for both the of them? This is the sequel of SHE'S MINE, EXCLUSIVELY MINE. #7 in romance 15/10/19 #24 in love

A descriptive peice of writing in which implicates a young women who wakes up to find herself in a cell. However, cannot remember why she is there.

Ashley is in a dilemma with her feelings. Her boyfriend just proposed to her and she said yes. He loved her with all his heart and she also felt like she did. Why does she suddenly think that she doesn't feel the same way about him. Why does she think she's not happy with the decision of marrying him? What will she do when she realizes that she doesn't feel the same way about him? Read my story to find out.

"Please dont do this, I don't want it. Please." I plead with him but it's no use. He walks over to me and slams his hand on the wall next to my head, making me jump. "Turn around." He speaks slowly in a low tone. I don't move out of fear and stare at him. "NOW!" I jump and slowly turn around. I feel him move my hair to the side and puts it on. He turns me back around, smiling. "Now, that wasn't so bad." He pauses staring at me. "Make sure you never take this off. Do you understand? Never." He says in a commanding tone, looking into my eyes. I nod silently, he stares at me and gently kisses my cheek. "I will be back for you later." He turns and leaves the room. Once I'm sure he is gone, I go to the mirror. I look at my neck and see it... A leather collar with his name inscripted on it . Damien ***** If you think this is a happy story, it's not so beware. This story includes dark love with obsession and an extreme possessive dominant male.

"This is a story of a lifetime. I have been working on this for so long now. I searched so many journals, mission reports, voice records, videotapes and so much more. But you deserve to know the truth. Because these people deserve to be known in the right way. Now forget everything you think you know. It's going to be a little hard to believe. Because we have been living this lie for a long time now. Here is the story of the people who changed the world. My name is Dr. George Garcia. And this is "The new world" " What would your reaction be if you found something down in the ocean that has been sitting down there for thousands of years? What if you open "that thing" and see something you could never expect, never imagine, something that could change the world entirely?

I will be interviewing some of our favorite authors on wattpad. Do you have questions for your favorite wattpad authors? Because if you do, this book will help you get your answers.

To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides. Copyright © 2017 by Denise Ruby. All rights reserved. ROM | 30

What started out as a man-hunt for a serial killer turns into something more dark and complex than anyone would have imagined. Detective Steve Richardson and his partner, Detective Abigail Benson, are thrust into the under belly of the quaint town of Rockyroad Creek, not really knowing what they're getting themselves into. With the help of the editor of Knock Magazine, Ian Schuyler and his service dog Zeus, will they be able to solve this mystery before the whole town is bathed in blood? ###*Highest Ranking*### Detective #747 Mxf #27

Magdalyne Young always thought of herself as not enough for anyone, finally realises she just might be worth it after all. Especially since her former best friend Guy MacTire is at her door making her life difficult. Like slamming her face in a door accidentally giving her two black eyes at 4 in the morning that's normal, right? Mags takes us on her little self-discovery tour. Where she says its a fat chance, but could she be just enough?

A collection of poetry and short stories from a time before. When leaning in smokey corners thoughts would creep and curl. When I practiced being invisible. These stories and the poems are mine. They are the way I perceive the events. Names and places have been changed to protected the innocent and inebriated.