"I feel myself going, falling into the black void that is my mind, a twisted web of confusion, panic and horror, written across a lifetime of trauma that I may just never recover from." Riley meets Olivia after an assault. She's unable to bring herself to trust anyone, including Olivia. After Riley ends up in Olivia's care, Olivia must navigate Riley's complicated past, in order to try and help her. Will Olivia be able to save her, or will Riley give in to her trauma? *This story does deal with some mature themes- self harm, suicide ideation + body image. Please read with these in mind. This story is under heavyyy editing, and is not completed. IT IS COMPLETELY WRITTEN BY ME- NO AI HAS BEEN INVOLVED (unlike a huge deal of Olivia Benson fanfictions recently 😐) Happy reading!

This story contains: Smut Abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) Self-harm (cuts) Mental health struggles (anxiety, depression) Triggers for trauma (domestic violence, PTSD) Nadine's life looks perfect-she's popular, lives in a mansion, and is the daughter of a wealthy businessman. But behind closed doors, she's trapped in a nightmare of abuse and pain, silenced by fear and self-doubt. Struggling with self-harm and the cruel voice in her head, she hides her scars behind a flawless smile. Then she meets Alexander-the boy whose life seems as perfect as hers pretends to be. With a loving family and an effortless charm, he's everything she isn't. But Alexander sees what no one else does: the cracks in her mask. Somehow, his presence quiets the voices in her head and shows her moments of peace she never thought she'd feel again. As Nadine begins to open up to him, she discovers that even the perfect life can hide secrets, and happiness might be closer than she ever imagined. But can she trust herself to embrace it, or will her silence consume her completely? This is my first story so I hope you enjoy 😉

It's been years since the humans completely took over. The day the supernatural beings they knew from books and movies written long ago exposed themselves as real, humans sought to destroy them. Without giving the supernaturals a chance to speak or defend themselves, humans eliminated every species but the werewolves and vampires. The two were left alive to be sold as slaves, since their strength and speed were considered useful. Lillian Brave is an only child, a lonely book worm in a wealthy family. She believes slavery is wrong and has been able to live seventeen years without owning a slave. However, it is now being forced upon her by her mother as she reaches the age of eighteen. She spends three million dollars on a rather handsome looking vampire for a reason unknown to her. Instead of becoming her slave, this vampire that cost so much becomes much, much more.

​"What happens when your 'once-in-a-lifetime' girl is actually the 'one-in-a-billion' pop star you're obsessed with?" Parker Green is a professional over-thinker and a dedicated archivist of things that don't belong to her. At twenty-eight, her life is a mess of dusty maps and a secret Twitter fan account for Athena-the world's most elusive, masked pop sensation. ​After a brutal breakup caused by her "unhealthy obsession" with a woman who wears a gold mask and never shows her forehead, Parker's friends give her an ultimatum: Get a real life, or lose your mind. ​Enter Nicole. She's stunning, she's mysterious, and she's sitting at Parker's favorite pub. For the first time in years, Parker feels a spark that has nothing to do with fan theories or music videos. But as their romance blooms, Parker has to hide her massive shrine to Athena to avoid looking like a total psycho. ​The only problem? Nicole has a mask of her own. A literal one. Because Nicole is Athena. ​In a world of secret identities, high-stakes fame, and embarrassing fan-girl moments, can a relationship survive when it's built on a lie? Or will the truth be the one thing that brings the curtains down?

"You don't tell me what to do." I grit as she pins my hands above me, her body pressed against mine. "Angel, look at how you tremble beneath me, feel how your heart races. Don't lie to me, hm? Tell me, does he make you feel like this?" She chuckles, her expression dark. "You're delusional." I can't help the moan that escapes me as her fingers drift lower. "Oh? Tonight I'll show you how 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 you are. Tonight I'll show you what happens when you let another 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 you." Her lips meet mine, and I forget how to breathe. ******************************************************* Mia Quinn, a 20-year-old woman who has recently joined university with a past no one should discover, she intends to remain alone, private and to finally leave. Until she finds her reason to stay. Isabella Owens, a multi-millionaire heiress of a fashion empire, she owns rooms, she doesn't prefer relationships, she uses anyone she deems of benefit, and discards anyone she's done with. Until she finds her reason to love. Damian Blackwood, a British Casanova who got his heart broken and no longer believes in love, he is known to grace every club's ambience and every girl's bedroom. Until he finds his reason to settle. Mia keeps trying to outrun what she feels for Isabella while Damien becomes the quiet space between their chaos; but some connections are too consuming to escape, and some people never learn how to love without possession.

"I want you" She grabbed my chin making me hold eye Contact "And I want you to be quiet"

"Relax," I murmured softly. My voice dropped without me even thinking about it, lower now, closer. "Is this okay?" Charlotte hesitated. I felt it in the way her shoulders shifted beneath the tension, the tiny pause before she answered. Her fingers tightened once more around the armrests. Then loosened slightly. "...Yes." The word came out quieter than before. Careful. Neither of us spoke. Then, after holding there for just a second too long, I leaned forward. Slowly-so slowly it almost felt deliberate enough to give her time to stop me, if she wanted to. The distance between us shrank inch by careful inch, my gaze flickering briefly to her lips before lifting again to her body posture, searching for any sign that I should pull back. But I didn't. And when the last trace of space between us finally disappeared, I kissed her. --- Audrey DuPont is used to the party life, smoking and drinking until the sun comes up, and throwing money without a second thought. But what happens when money can't save her? Charlotte Brown is the polar opposite of the head cheer captain. She's stoic, quiet, smart, and most of all, she isn't a trust fund kid like the rest. The only thing on her mind is graduating and making money. They both want something from each other, but as the thin line blurs between academics and attraction, they'll have to wonder: Is it really worth it?

Raelynn is living her life after her parents abandoned her in a alley way in the city, she is working in a hospital coffee shop, she refuses to accept the fact that she regresses as she was abused and denied it from her ex but deep down she wants to be loved and cared for again. Eventually she meets Emilia and her wife Charlotte and they start something beautiful and she finally had what she has wished for since a child.

She doesn't say anything, but I can see that the arrow I shot was sticking. She is trying to hide the mixture of emotions but I can see them in her eyes. Shock, then hurt, then anger. Then nothing. "Now I'm fucking done," I say finally. She tilts her head to the left and then right, closing her eyes and rolling her neck back. She takes a deep breath in and starts softly laughing. The sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Who," she says, her voice is low, she opens her eyes and looks back at me, "the absolute fuck," she pushes off the counter and takes a slow step foward, "do you think you are talking to?" Quickly the anger starts to sizzle inside me, my heart dropping in my chest. I take a step back instinctively as she takes another slow dragged out step towards me. The regret sets in along with the fear. What was I thinking. Oh god. What did I just say to her. "I think I need to remind you, little girl, who it is that you are speaking to," she says, her voice cold and dripping with danger, taking a final step infront of me. I am looking up at her now, my breath caught in my chest, her eyes are almost black, "because you will never, ever speak to me like that again." She begins to walk around me and my head turns to follow watching her, my stomach flipping. Her hand grabs my lower face and sharply turns it forward, making me freeze. "Do not look at me," she snarls, stepping behind me, her hand slips from my face, her nails dragging across my jaw and around the back of my neck, hand slipping up through my hair. She makes a fist and pulls my head back roughly, making me gasp, frozen in her grip. I feel her breath in my ear. "We are going to have a serious conversation after this about the nature of our relationship and how we are going to navigate this going forward," her voice is suddenly soft and gentle, "however I think there is a little too much sexual tension between us we both need to get out of our system. What are your safe words, Lenora?"