BDSM. Don't continue if you are below the age of 18 as this book contains graphic and sexual scenes. Read at own discretion.

"Babygirl deep breaths ok?" I nod looking up to his eyes, the blue outline calming my nervous state. "Answer me when i speak to you" "Y-yes daddy" he smirks running his finger over my blushed cheeks, leaning closer I feel his hot breath, fan over my face as he lowers his plump lips to mine then steps away disregarding the whereabouts off his jacket, chucking the denim material on the back of his bedroom door then proceeding to sit patiently at the edge of the bed beaconing me towards him.

"He fulfilled her deepest desires." On a journey to fulfill the desires spewing inside her, Abigail Bennett finds herself at an anonymous club that looks more like Greek Heaven than a shabby BDSM establishment. It is the perfect place to meet the Greek God that is Preston Trice. He's ruthless, robust, arrogant, and believes he can walk on water. Most of all he's willing to fulfill all of Abigail's fantasies as long as she gives him total control. Drawn to a life she only read about in books and fantasied about in her dreams, Abigail is taken on a sexual awakening that enlightens her entire being. → | completed | → | highest ranking #1 in general fiction | Copyright © 2018 by paudickson. All Rights Reserved. Collared is completed and available on AMAZON for purchase as an ebook or FREE with Kindle Unlimited. You can head over to my profile for the link.

i always loved you, skye. i had to destroy them. but skye, please, i never, not once, intended to- >•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•>•> as kids, skye promised that if she wasn't married by age twenty eight, she'll marry her best friend declan. but he loves skye, so of course, he's going to make sure she doesn't marry anyone at all. by any means possible.

I had always found him beautiful. He wasn't handsome in the true sense of the word. He was just... lovely. His eyes were always calm and his posture was relaxed. Even now as he stood across the room from me, fire mere feet away from engulfing him, his eyes were still unwavering, gentle even, despite what he was and what he was capable of. And he was calm. Smoke invaded my lungs and he was calm. The windows melted from their panes and he still put more weight on his right foot than his left like he had always done. The wood began crackling under our feet and he gazed at me like I was a mountain view. That's when I knew, the thing about loving a psychopath is that it's unexpectedly easy to do. "He is the boy your mother told you was sick but you could not seem to stay away from his hospital bed and somehow you caught his disease.

Vic doesn't care about school, all he cares about is his reputation; which includes sleeping around, drinking, smoking, etc... Kellin cares about his grades, friends, family; He has big dreams. After kellin attends his first ever party - hosted by Vic - he experiences many things he hasn't before. (edited on May 1, 2018)

*American Horror Story fanfic* Tate has been counting the lonely days since Violet pushed him away. Easily becoming jealous over any boy she comes into contact with. His love for Violet is still strong even if Violet's for him isn't. But will Tate soon move on from Violet when a new family moves into the famous 'Murder House'? Will a young, mysterious and gothic girl make Tate's love shoot towards her?

❝were all a little crazy, aren't we?❞ © riggsnpeters // wattpad a short tate langdon story

This is an imagine based on American horror story :murder house.

What if there was never a Violet? {Discontinued Indefinitely}