After being involved with a cold-hearted mafia boss, Robyn Lehman decides its time to run. Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire. Will he find her again? Or will she stay hidden forever? =+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+=+= He got up from the bed, pulling up his pants and not taking a glance at me. I lay in the sheets, still dazed by what we had just done. "Get up." He barks, making me jump a bit. I was confused beyond belief. Just moments ago he was making love to me... I did as he said, wrapping the loose sheet around my body, he continued to glare as I did so, and I made my way to his side of the bed. He held out a hand, an angry look on his face. "Don't. Just go. This was a mistake, and it won't happen again." He mutters coldly. I feel my face heating up and my eyes welling with tears. "Oh.." I stare at him, my emotions beginning to be hard to keep in. He laughs, shaking his head. "You thought I cared?" He let out a loud chuckle. "You mean nothing to me. Now go to your room, I don't want to see you in here again."

~Completed~ "Why are you being so shy?" He whispered. "I've seen, kissed, tasted every inch of your body. There is nothing to hide." I averted my eyes feeling heat in my cheeks and hoping that he could not feel it under his fingers. He made a frustrated noise then ducked down and pressed a kiss to the base of my jaw. The fingers previously on my cheek were now tilting my head back. "Scarlett Summer," he said into my ear, "sometimes you are the most infuriating person I have ever met." "I'm sorry." I whispered. "God, why are you apologizing? It is me who should be sorry for all of the unspeakable thoughts in my mind pertaining to you. You know I was not kidding when I said I was a dominating person. I know you've experienced it first-hand. I'm too rough with you I know that. You're just so, so breakable." He whispered the last part in my ear with so much behind it. "Sometimes I think I want to break you. Just shatter you into tiny pieces." His voice was shaky as he made his confession. "Do it then." I challenged with guile, devoid of self-preservation. ********************************************************************************* Scarlett has got some issues to say the least. She lives her life in her past and she is always waiting to die. There are a few things she enjoys, like her family, but even they are a compilation of bad memories and sore spots of her past. Roman enters her life through her brother-in-law, and also ex-boyfriend, and forces just about everything to change. Love is the last she wanted. ********************************************************************************* There are some mature or triggering themes. Please be cautious and look at my tags to ensure that you are comfortable with the content. Much love xoxo -Lyse

"why do you always wear a hoodie?" "because if i don't, people stare." ---- But scars are not only external... they're internal too, and they go deeper than skin deep. started 6/7/17 best ranking: #49 in ethandolan

Sad quotes and Poetry

These aren't necessarily mine - many were off the internet and such - but more just the thoughts of another suicidal girl. Contains bad words and triggering thoughts. You are free to use any of the quotes here, seeing as majority are already public and I'm not too stingy about mine. THERE IS A BOOK 2, BOOK 3, & BOOK 4 OUT NOW

Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak. Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he picked up his life and moved on. Lydia hides behind a temporary mask of 'I'm fine' and 'everything's going to be okay' when she is far from that. Enter Miguel Acosta, the boy next door. He notices Lydia one night and hasn't been able to take his eyes off her. While he's silently protecting and observing her from afar, she is meek and silently being dragged into an abyss of darkness. Lydia takes an instant interest to Miguel and the beautiful smirk he wears. However, when a night out manages to panic Lydia, Miguel springs to the rescue. Lydia begins to notices that Miguel is rather fond of protecting her. Lydia now realizes that she'd made a vow that she might just break. WARNING: This story contains mature themes such as: language, violence, self harm and abuse. Read at your own risk! This image I used to made the cover is a photograph taken by Marina Williams (@marinawphoto) on Twitter! #1 FAMILY PROBLEMS

He clears his throat and reaches out to pick up my chin, looking into my eyes. "Use your words, sweetheart ." He demands, as the confidence surrounds his presence. "Okay" I say in a whisper as I nod my head. "Good girl" He smirks, letting go of my chin, and stalks off in the opposite direction. .... My name is Isabella Arden but everyone calls me Bella. I am 17 years old and a junior in high school. I have blue eyes, blondish brown hair and according to, um, everyone, a baby face. I honestly don't see it, maybe it's the chubby cheeks but I was born with those, that's not my fault. I'm 5'4.. but to everyone else I'm 5'6 because I'm not short. I'm not ready for my first day of school at Ridge Wood High and I was certainly not ready for him. ........... I'm Blake Daniels. That's all you need to know.

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...