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"I'm not any normal thug you see wandering the streets, Amara. So I suggest you stay out of my way, before you or your sister get hurt."

"you shouldn't forgive the devil so easily"

***WARNING*** ----SEXUAL AND MATURE CONTENT----- My name is Laylie Francis Volevoy, and this is the story of my before. Family. Betrayal. Lust. Love. Money. Power. Death. This game only ends with me finding the truth. His stare full of lust and desire. His scent intoxicating. I needed him. And he needed me. We craved one another, yet we knew in this world death was just around the corner. ********************* I gently place my hand on her upper arm, "the slightest touch and already I can tell" I say in a hushed voice in her neck. "Tell what?" She says low and soft. Her breathing has hitched. I inhale her intoxicating scent, and place a small kiss on her neck. "How much you want me." I gently squeeze her arm,"how much you need me as much as I need you," her chest rises up and down trying to control herself. I raise my eyes from her neck to the mirror and see her cheeks flushed. Her nipples are protruding through the white shirt and are clearly visible. I lick my lips, and see her staring at me. Her body needs me. I place both my hands on both her arms and slowly bring them down.

She's fairly innocent until she's forced to move to America and meets the kind of boy who she thought could only live in nightmares. Taylor Hawton is a 17 year old girl from Australia. Her father, Dennis Hawton, is a special engineer who has to move houses regularly for the sake of keeping his well paying job. Although they move to a different house almost every two years, they have never had to move overseas until one fateful day when Dennis is forced to move to America.

Accomplishments - #806 in romance - #439 in badboy Ashes, the name that is whispered as he walks through the hall ways. Ashes the name girls moan in their sleep and if they're lucky, in his bed. Ashes, the name that everybody in the small town knew. Nobody knew his name real name, nobody knew anything about him; only what he let them know and it wasn't much. Nobody truly knew him, he was just Ashes. ---- Astrid, the name that could make a smile grace your lips. Astrid the type of girl every mother wanted as a daughter in law. Astrid the name everyone knew in the small town. Everyone knew her name, everybody enjoyed her presence in theirs; as if it was blessing. She was as simple as can be, she was just Astrid. It was a town where nobody knew how an angel could fall in love with the devil. ---- • Beautiful cover by Erotically • Inspired by The Neighborhood's album I Love You • #ProjectBadBoy {1st album book; Ashes To Astrid} {2nd album book; Poisoning Arabella} •CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE•

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...

{EDITING IN PROGRESS} She left me when I was locked away, taking my heart and something else I didn't know about along with her.....I am out now and I plan to have her again. Whether she likes it or not... Story Cover done by: ojclarke **ATTENTION! A brief but serious disclaimer*** This is a MATURE story. Meaning that it is meant for the audience of 18+. This Story's content is not meant for anyone under the age of 18. If you still decide to read this story then you do so at your own risk. I will not be giving warnings before every chapter that has sexual content in it. So please be forewarned now. This story also utilizes strong language and violence, so if you are of under age or sensitive to such things then continuing to read is strongly not advised by author. His Baby. Copyright © December 2015. All rights are reserved. No part of this story can be used or reproduced in any sort of way without my permission (characters, story plot, idea, etc) on this site as well as any other resources! Author has also taken precautions in registering this work through the Unites States legal copyrighting services. So the author can and WILL legally pursue actions if found that any part of this story is duplicated in any sort of way!

I stand there with my back away from him. I couldn't look at him not after he hurt me. How was I supposed to believe anything that came out of his mouth? "Helena. I'- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." taking a step closer. The heat of his muscular body penetrated my cold skin. "Leave, just - leave me alone. I can't take it anymore. You broke me. Don't you get that?" whispering the last part. "I did. Please..." "Don't, your words don't mean anything. You don't mean anything." I wanted him to hurt as badly as he hurt me. "That's not true. I know you don't mean that. You want me as much as I want you." his breath lingering in my ear. "Don't flatter yourself. I hate you. I.Don't.Want.You." hissing as I turned around to face him. He pursed his lips and I knew my words cut deep. I wasn't going to be nice anymore. Kane made sure that part of me was gone. Silence filled the room. It was suffocating me just like he was and right when I was going to turn around he grabbed me slamming me to his hard chest. "Too bad, cause I want you." smashing his lips on mine he kissed me hungrily as if his life depended on it. I tried pushing him away but I couldn't or simply I just didn't want to. Did I want him after what he's done? Lifting me up he walked us to the bed laying me down slowly. Pulling away he took his shirt off then kissed me again. "I want you. There's no one else I want more than you. Let me be your first and last." I didn't know what I was thinking or if I was at that moment, but I wanted him. I couldn't deny it. "Take me. I want you to make love to me." letting the words come out making him smile. Without another word he kissed me softly. "I've been waiting for you to say that to me for a while. I will make love to you until the sun comes up baby." then took my shirt off with everything else. His body pressed against mine. "I love you Helena and I always will." as he entered me taking my virginity just like he always planned to. #47- 11/23/16 #65- 11/24

"She was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close." ~ Terry Prachett -------- Noelle is kind but if you mess with her, she'll make you regret it. There's something unforgettable about her. So few know the truth of her past, even less care to ask how it has affected her. She's that good at affection, masking and redirection. Then she bumps into Stephen, remarkably rare who just brings out the most, of everything. Do they bring out the worst or the best in each other? Or is it something completely bizarre that no one ever thought of? -------- All rights reserved to unsmokeharry, 2016 ©