"Wat?! Nee...... Pap, mam dat kan echt niet! Is dit een grap?! Jullie kunnen me niet opeens naar een internaat sturen!" "Nee Lynn, dit is geen grap. Je moeder en ik moeten zoals je wel weet veel reizen voor ons werk dus-" "DUS DAN DENK JE DAT HET HET BESTE IS OM MIJ NAAR EEN INTERNAAT TE STUREN MET ALLEMAAL WEIRDO'S?!" Lynn is een meid van 16 jaar en wordt naar een internaat gestuurd door haar ouders waar ze natuurlijk totaal geen zin in heeft, maar als ze daar uiteindelijk is gebeurt er iets wat ze nooit had verwacht......... #1 - jongensinternaat #1 - jaiwowor #1 - gevechten #2 - liefde #2- mysterie

Leila Aliyev grew up with her abusive step father and neglectful mother and had only herself to rely on. When Leila was sixteen and her mother died of a drug overdose, she was forced to run away or be 'taken care of' by her twisted step father, Paul. With that thought, she packed her bags and fled hoping she'd be free and be able to live a normal life. She was wrong. Almost four years later Leila had worked from house to house as a maid. She was bought and sold by many different people, some sane and some insane, so being an 'object' was the only thing she'd ever really known. When her most recent owner decides to get rid of her, she is once again put on the market waiting to be bought once again. Little did she know the next person to buy her was one of the most dangerous men in the world... Dante Constanzo the leader of the Italian Mafia. Despite his God-like looks, he was terrifying. He was everything Leila was not; intimidating, authoritative, controlling and he got everything he wanted. When Leila catches his eye at the bidding, he wants her and what Dante wants he gets. Will Leila be able to cope in the midst of Dante's formidable life whilst having her past constantly torturing her mind, or will she leave? After all she seems to be...Maid to Run. WARNING: This book will contain a lot of strong language, mature content, violence and content that may be triggering or upsetting to some readers. Read in discretion. *VALENTINA ROSE IS MY PEN NAME - NOT MY REAL NAME

She was sweet, innocent and a typical teenager. He was evil, dangerous and a sadist. Psychotic Love. An unhealthy obsession for someone, they're constantly on their mind and they would do anything psychotic and crazy just to keep this person in their life.

I moved into the home of my mother's fiancé, and was thrilled to be greeted with a mansion. However, when I met the two sons that lived in the home, my life suddenly became a nightmare. Eric Hawks, an underground broker dealing with illegal substances, and prepared to shoot anybody without hesitation. Alongside him is the worst, his brother Mike Hawks. Mike Hawks' persona in front of my family, is not the same as when he is alone with me. His eyes darken, the sinister smile pulls his lips as he scrutinizes my features, and soon I am lost within my own pleasures, to find out that it was all just for the fun of them. Raped by My Step-Brother. Which one do you think raped her? 18+ RATED R ----- I wasn't sure who to point the gun at. "Maybe you should have realized that this was all a game to me. And since my life means nothing to me, why would I give a fuck about yours? Shoot me! Shoot yourself, shoot the both of us! I don't care! This world has given me nothing but pain, and I've been dead for years now." He snickered, the peculiar smiling growing on his face as he turned to me, leaning in my direction before he said, "I wonder if hell will embrace the both of us better than this world has." Suddenly, my hand turned the gun in my direction, and my hand did not even hesitate, to pull the trigger. I guess I did have it pointed in the wrong direction, since the minute it faced me, it felt as if my body had fallen in such a ease, that the response to press the trigger happened on its own. -------- !!!Warning: This story contains sexual assault, drug abuse, profanity, prostitution, and murder.!!! July 7 2018 - 1K READS!! July 31 2018 - 5K READS!! Aug 15 2018 - 10K READS!! Aug 27 2018 - 25K READS!! Sept 23 2018 - 50K READS!! Oct 20 2018- 100K READS!! Dec 24 2018 - 200K READS!!

#Teen Fiction # |Rosetta| " Do you understand me ?" I nodded . " Do you trust me ?" I nodded " Will you obey me ?" I nodded again . On the land of the RainStone territory , There was nothing one could do to refuse The Royals . There were the only source of food and shelter for the villagers , they were their only gods . No on shall go against them . # Cover by : @hot_steamy

/ / Stock·holm syn·drome (noun) / / feelings of trust or affection felt in certain cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward a captor. *DISCLAIMER: CONTAINS SUBJECTS SUCH AS SELF-HARM AND ABUSE*

❝ This is the closest I'll ever get to flying. ❞ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ No one can fully understand the truth ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ behind a girls suicide, unless the girl ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ who jumped actually tells you the full ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ story. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But that's impossible because she's ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ dead. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ But what if she could tell you why she ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ killed herself? Would you be willing to ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ listen? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Well, I'm Amber Fields. And this is why I ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ jumped. This story describes the ten days before Amber committed suicide. Do not read if you are triggered by suicide or cutting. This story contains a small amount of romance. This is not meant to romanticize suicide in any way. Edited✔️

Will, the younger brother of infamous party boy Gage Jackson spent his night desperately trying to tune out the noise of yet another one of his brothers parties. Thankfully this one ended early at 2:00am and he finally found himself falling asleep. That is until someone came stumbling in his room and fell face first onto his bed their arm landing across Will pinning him down. Will was speechless for a moment before squirming around under the heavy arm "hey! Get up!" The guy groaned and turned his head barely opening his eyes "shut up Will" Will's eyes widened his breath freezing in his lungs, it was Mason. Mason who happened to be Wills brothers best friend and even worse the star in all of Will's steamy dreams. And here he was asleep in Will's bed. ••• Disclaimers: •This is a bXb story! •This is my first book I've put onto Wattpad •This is a LIGHTLY edited, first draft *respectful* constructive criticism is welcome🤍 Cover art: Created on Canva, unfortunately I don't know the artist who created the artwork :( Started: Sept, 7th 2021 Completed: March 28th, 2022 Editing Completed: December 1st, 2024 •• #1 in bxblove -10/22/21 #1 in BoyXBoy -07/22/22 #1 in bxb -06/03/22 #1 in gayfiction -11/01/21 #4 in brothersbestfriend -02/10/22 #1 in confused -12/16/21 #2 in teenromance -10/07/22 #1 in gaylove -05/09/22 #1 in Denial -04/02/22 #3 in Gay -05/23/22 #1 in Crush -05/23/22 #3 in Teen -07/23/22 1 Million reads!! -06/05/22 🤍 2 Million reads!! -01/04/23 🤍

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes

" Come here." " No! I'm tired of you thinking you can control me! Leave me alone you son of a B-" before I can even finish I'm slammed into the wall with his hand around my throat. "Now, now my kitten. Please don't let such dirty words out your pretty little mouth. Leave you alone? Me? You Belong To Me. You do what I say when I say it." his grip tightens around my neck with a menacing glare. My lips quiver in response as his hand moves slowly from my neck to my face then to the top of my head pushing it down. "Now get on your knees. Oh, and I'm not asking because if I have to say it again. I'll make you do it my fucking self." Grayson Reeves, popular gang leader and world known mafia's son. Elliot Turner, well known pianist who keeps to himself. Now that Elliot's caught his interest there's no going back. " You Belong To Me. Until The Day I Die."