[Unstable Minds #1] "Has my little girl been drinking?" He asks teasingly, his head tilting to the side as his eyes run over my now tear-stained face. I couldn't breathe properly, what was he going to do to me? Was he going to kill me? No- he wouldn't, would he? "Speak!" He yells in my face causing me to flinch back, a sob crawling up my throat as more tears fall from my eyes. I nod my head frantically. "Y-yes!" He lifts his hand up, I couldn't help but flinch back when the pad of his thumb came down on my cheek, wiping away the tears that wouldn't stop falling. "Don't cry baby, we're going to spend some time together. Just you and I." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ ⠀⠀⠀ Ezio Shaw; a 30-year-old college professor. His friends took him out to celebrate his new position as a professor only to be ditched, until, a mystery girl makes her way to his table and offers him something he couldn't refuse. Leah Phillips; a 19-year-old college student, she's in her second year of college. Her friends constantly made fun of her for being a virgin, until she made a bet; She could get anyone in bed without being experienced. She meets a mysterious man sitting in the bar's booth not knowing he would turn into her worst nightmare. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ Copyright © 2019 by Yewhaw All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀༄༄༄ **I don't own the picture used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners**

"Please . . . don't cry. You had to have known I'd do this at some point." *** Parker Sims is the class clown but that doesn't mean he's easy to fool. And that's just what Nola B. is good at - fooling people. She's got the whole school believing that her scars, bruises, and broken bones are from being clumsy. However, Parker sees through the lies. He knows there's another reason why she flinches at the touch of other people, the way she's alert and watchful, how she wears long sleeves (even in the middle of the summer), or even the way she keeps losing weight, staggering to an unhealthy size. Parker saw all the signs; it killed him from the inside out to know what she was going through. So, he called the cops and reported his suspension that Nola was being abused. That was a total joke, he found out... Parker thought of everything in the book but each attempt, to get someone to notice she was being abused, failed - epically. He'd no other options . . . except for one thing. . . Kidnap her - take her away from whoever was abusing her; give her the life she deserves. It was a crazy idea, and he knew it - that's exactly why he shook the idea out of his head. . . That was until he saw her come to school with a black eye and limping while holding her sides. Parker snapped and did the one thing he swore he'd never do- Kidnap Nola B., for her own protection. *** Warning: Contains abuse and harsh language.

• Completed • He was a madman. A madman that saved my life. With every push, the bells rang and she bled under me. *** A psychotic killer. A mere child. "How are we so similar?" WARNING: NOT FOR THE SOFT HEARTED. Touches on sensitive topics and can be disturbing to readers. ☆ 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (change of plot) ☆ ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: ᴋᴏᴏɢɪ

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

"Sometimes trust blinds us so much that we can't see the truth" - After being dragged to some boring dinner meeting, Scarlet meets Jackson Vanderbilt. From leaving dinner early to being kicked out her apartment, Jackson was by Scarlet's side. What happens when she finds out what's really on his mind -- Jackson Harley Vanderbilt is a twenty-seven year old CEO of Vanderbilt Enterprise. The Company was handed over to him by his father, who doesn't really let Jackson control the company as much as Jackson would like. Jackson, being the control-freak he is, does everything he can to keep the company in his hands. -- Scarlet Rosetta Thompson is a twenty-three year old who works at a psychology clinic. Her parents have always been overly present in her life. Living near her father hasn't done her much good. Hiding a few things from her father led to hiding everything from him. ------ He looked at me, anger present in his emerald eyes. "I'm going to say this once and only once: you will not disrespect me, do you understand?" He asks. "Yes..." I whisper, I can hardly hear myself. He grabs my face, "Yes what?" My face begins to burn as his warm hand grip it. Oh my God, how does he expect me to speak. "Yes sir," I finally spit out... ---- #1 in inexperienced #1 in dominantxsubmissive #1 in teasing

Annie lives in a world of submissives and dominants. Join Annie as she begins her journey with not one but two doms. *******SEXUAL CONTENT********TRIGGER WARNINGS******** Disclaimer: This book was written by me FOR ME. I am happy to share it with all you lovely people but, its main purpose is to help me play out some of my fantasies. On Hiatus...I am planning to finish all the chapters and then publish them all at once.

REMOVED FROM SAVING LEAH SERIES "Hush, Little Lamb." I cry into his shirt, not caring that I am in his lap. His large hands run down my back in comfort, making my sobs turn into quiet hiccups. "That's it," Aiden comforts. The hospital door swings open and the second I see my father, I jump out of Aiden's lap and run into his arms. "It's alright Lucy. Mommy is gonna be just fine." "Do they know what happened, Mr. Astor?" Aiden asks from behind me. My father takes a moment to answer, "Drunk driver. She just has a fractured wrist. She will be fine," he says, looking down at me with an expression I don't understand. "Mom is gonna be alright, right?" "Yes, Love. She's going to be just fine," Father says, petting my back. His gaze stays fixated on Aiden in a way I don't understand. Wasn't father happy that Aiden, his favorite student, had followed his request to bring me here? ---- Lucy has grown up sheltered her whole life. With her loving father and three dominant brothers, she has had little experience with boys. Being completely oblivious to her beauty and desirable submissive qualities, she is shocked that she ever caught the eye of Aiden, who has been her father's friend and former student for years.

"It's too complicated. I'm just too...fragile. I can't be with you." "Fragile, my ass. You just don't want to take the chance of letting someone in that actually cares about you." Colton paused. "I love you, isn't that enough?" Mira and Colton never knew each other well in high school. They were two different people who were misunderstood dealing with different problems. Years later, when they meet again, Mira is broken and believes love can never be enough to save someone as fragile as her. Colton is broken too and is determined to change that.