Warning! This story contains sensitive topics. ** I looked into his dark eyes and saw, what I once naïvely thought, was innocence. ** "Please!" she cried, curling into herself and holding her arms to her chest. "I want to go home! I haven't done anything to you! Let me go please!" Anger washed over me. What was she not understanding? "Mia!" I snapped, holding her neck tighter, staring down into her watery brown eyes. "You can't leave, I won't let you! I can't lose you! And you have done something. You've stolen my heart." I felt a grin play on my lips as I leaned more onto her. "and for that, baby, you've done everything." [COMPLETE]✅ (This book will be rewritten at some point!)

#27- flowers 11/21/18 #748- poetry We had this sick fantasy that we could be in love forever. That no one could tear us apart. Well, except ourselves.

he was her lover, she was his servant. he was her salvation, she was his puppet. he was her catastrophe and she was his provocation. • Please don't read this if you're younger than thirteen. #02 in short story 6/3/17 #03 in short story 13/1/17 #04 in short story 3/3/17

Lila had a family. And for a while they were happy. Then on her eighteenth birthday, her Parents, brother, and his mate died in a tragic car accident. Having nothing left, she agreed to help her pack make peace with the other packs around her. She was a very beautiful woman. It was easy for the Alpha's to want her. They would take her to their beds and when they had their backs turned, she would plunge the knife in. While the pack was mourning and weak, hers would take advantage and destroy them. Until one day when she is forced to be married off to the very strong Alpha of the MoonStone pack. To escape, she ran. Only to end up trapped and captured by her mate. Alpha of the Black Night Warrior Pack. He's ruthless, mean, sexy, and heartless, and shows no interest in her except for the power he can gain by having a mate The only man who never wanted her, was the one she was destined to be with. UNDER MAJOR EDITING !!!!! Beware of chapter discrepancies. I am currently working on correcting the entire book and its sequel. The problems aren't really huge but there are little mistakes you can pick up. I know this and I'm working on fixing. WILL ANNOUNCE WHEN ENTIRE BOOK IS DONE EDITING!! In the meantime enjoy the book! Also you can add in to your lists and read it when it's completely done! ~•~ TRIGGER WARNING- DO NOT READ IF THEMES OF VIOLENCE, RAPE, ABUSE EASILY TRIGGER YOU. Rated 14A - R ( Content not suited for younger readers)

"I could spend hours between your legs, teasing... sucking, tasting you." ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ *Completed & Slowly Being Rewritten* Previous title: Cabaret of Whispers One night stands were supposed to be simple with no strings attached. But when Ax returns after 5 years in prison, one night with Celia becomes something more. Consumed by the desire to possess her and seek revenge, he discovers that Celia's scars are etched deeper than the ones in his soul. Get ready to feel a roller coaster of toe-curling emotions that will send your heart into a frenzy, heart-wrenching words that would make your heart whimper and scars drawn so deep that would leave your soul in tears. Follow Celia and Ax on their journey to discover that love rivals everything. Hopefully, before it is too late. Blurb created by the wonderful: @Shyneepul Warning: This book contains mature themes such as: Sexual content, Violence, Profanities, Mentions of sexual assault. Read at your own risk. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

[MATURE CONTENT] a rumpelstiltskin retelling #1 in the ODD FAIRYTALES series "Do you enjoy torturing me?" He asked on a groan as his hand travelled from my inner thigh to further upwards, finding me sans panties. "Only-" I breathed raggedly as he began tracing my slit with gentle strokes with not enough pressure to relieve me of the burn charging my core. "- when it suits." "Well," he said, finger dipping inside me, making me cling to his shoulders. "For your trouble, I'm about to fuck you so hard they'll write about us." "Like a fairytale?" I asked on a whisper, amusement dancing in my voice as I stared into his glowing golden eyes. "Be careful," he warned, ducking his head until I felt his hair brush my face. His lips were a millimetre from my ear, his breath making something thrum within me. "The ending will make you scream." I didn't doubt that.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

{ PAPER TRAILS series trailer: https://youtu.be/DBeYXI6i2IQ } Is all the money in the world worth it in the end? It is when you're a whore.

***WATTPAD FEATURED STORY*** In order to forgive, you must forget, and the only way to do that is to distract yourself with the present, throw away the past, and keep your eyes steady on the future.

"I love you" He had a habit of always repeating this same phrase right after he threw his final punch and I had no other choice but to say them back. What else could be expected in a relationship with Mason Riley. You tell him what he wants to hear, and maybe next time it won't be so bad. Kaya Fischer is stuck. They say there's a distinct line between right and wrong, but what if the line has been blurred and now lies distorted beyond comprehension? What do you do when your voice of discernment has been stripped and the only one left to rely on is his? These are the questions that need answers, and Kaya won't stop until she's found them. But, the only question remaining is, what if it's already too late? Cover By: _toochocolately_ #14 General Fiction 8.31.17