After witnessing the murder of her mother and constantly being abused by her own father, Lily's life is a cycle of never ending torture. With her father being a part of the police force and his 'friends' keeping an eye on her 24/7, Lily has no choice but to accept her fate and put up with her misfortune. With no one noticing her bruised appearance and her limping figure, her cries for help are futile. What will it take for someone to finally rescue her from the hell she calls home? 🌻💛🌻

** Jon Bernthal fanfic ** **Older man trope** Naomi thought graduation night would be the beginning of her new life. Instead, she catches her longtime boyfriend cheating, gets blackout drunk, and ends the night with a bruised cheek and a broken heart. When her father's stern, older best friend, Jon, comes to her rescue, Naomi's life takes an unexpected turn. Forced to stay under his roof while her fathers on a work trip, she quickly learns that Lawson has rules-and she's determined to break every one of them. He's supposed to be the man protecting her. She's not supposed to start wanting him. And neither of them is prepared for what happens when the lines between them begin to blur.

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

"Get off me." I struggle to no avail, trying to get control of my arms, which he easily keeps pinned. "You son of a-" I'm cut off by his hand over my mouth, leaving his other hand to grip both my wrists above my head. "Do you really want to finish that sentence?" He's starting to get irritated, but I'm too angry to care. I nod my head and yell obscenities that are muffled by his hand. I try to bite his hand, but it's pressed so tightly on my mouth that my teeth can't get a grip on anything. I just want to get out of this extremely vulnerable position. He's barely even putting force into his actions, and yet he is so much stronger than me. It's a terrifying thought to realise that you would be helpless if a man wanted to harm you, subjected to his whims just because of biological differences. "Seriously, Mollie, stop being so childish." He removes his hand and wipes it on my shirt. I don't miss how his hand stays on my waist. "Get off me then," I hide my fear behind my anger and hope he doesn't see through it. I think he does, because he teases me with a smile, "What will you do if I don't? You can't exactly do much in this position." His words sink an arrow of terror into my gut. *** Mollie's bus is hijacked by a group of masked men one day when she's on her way home from university. The hostages are taken to a house in the woods where they're ransomed back to their families. All except Mollie. The leader of the masked men has an interest in her, one that seems to have existed before the hijacking, and doesn't want to let her go. It seems that she's been kidnapped for keeps.

She thought he was perfect, but perfect doesn't exist. Alex had never been in love. Never been kissed. Never even held a boy's hand. So when Ben (the charming, confident, older man) swept into her life, it felt like fate. He said all the right things. Made her feel special. Claimed he was keeping her safe. At first, she believed him. When he checked her phone, it was because he cared. When he told her what to wear, it was because he loved her. When he got really angry, it was her fault, wasn't it? She should've known better. Shouldn't have talked to that guy. Should've texted back faster. Should've listened to him. Then the first slap came. Then the apologies, and promises it wouldn't happen again. But it did. It kept happening. Ben doesn't love Alex. He owns her. And she's learning, slowly and painfully, that love doesn't leave bruises. Love doesn't monitor your every move. Love doesn't isolate you from your friends and family, punish you for breathing the wrong way, or force you to beg for kindness that never lasts. But by the time she sees it for what it is, she's already trapped. And Ben doesn't plan to let her go. Not without a fight. ⚠️TW⚠️Domestic Violence ⚠️TW⚠️ Sexual Assault ⚠️TW⚠️ Emotional and Mental Abuse This is copyright so if you see anyone taking my book please help a girl out and let me know. I've worked so hard on this. I recommend not reading until your 18 but I know y'all won't listen. Just be aware this book contains sensitive topics

I wrote this when I was 16 give me a break. TAKEN SERIES: BOOK ONE TW: kidnapping, manipulation, toxic/abusive relationship, violence, death, grief, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/attempts, sexual assault, non-consensual sexual content, alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, switching partners, etc. Do not read this story if you get triggered easily. If you decide to continue, that's your own choice. This story will portray a BDSM relationship, NOT counting the toxicity and genuine abuse that goes on throughout it. Do not comment anything unnecessarily judgmental, especially if you don't know what you're talking about. Thank you, enjoy. - - - - - "Don't ever do something like that again, or I will kill you, understood? "Yes, sir." - - - - - After being continuously hurt, left alone, heart broken and losing the one thing that kept her going, Nia Seymour turns to a new job that will show her how to let loose, live her life and make her happy again. The last thing she expected was to be Taken Captive by someone who would turn her life into chaos, make her addicted to the pain and hold her heart in his hands, breaking it and putting it back together over and over again until she's had enough. • • • The second he lays his eyes on her, Callum Rivera's world is turned upside down and he's made his mind up. She's his. He feeds off of the tears she cries, loves the pain all over her face when he hurts her over and over again, whether it's purposefully or not. As time passes and feelings evolve, soon enough the tears falling out of her eyes no longer give him pleasure, only pain and all he wants is for her to be happy, as long as she's with him. • • • The universe is sending challenge after challenge to these two individuals who want nothing but each other. Will they get past these secrets, lies, toxicity and pain? Or will one of them give up? - - - - -

I saw her long before she saw me. She didn't know then that her fate had already been sealed, that every step she took was drawing her closer to me. Closer to what she would become. There was something in her-something fragile, something wild. A fear she tried to hide, wrapped in defiance and confidence. It was intoxicating, watching her, knowing that no one else could see what I saw. No one else could feel the pull like I did. The slow, deliberate unraveling of her world as it would soon be tethered to mine. I felt my heart beat once, hard and fast. It was the only signal I needed. She would be mine-not in some fleeting, hollow way. No. I would strip away every shield, every defense, until she was laid bare, body and soul. And when she looked at me for the first time, I knew. She was already mine. A. Trigger Warning ⚠️: This story contains intense and graphic content, exploring dark and disturbing themes that may be triggering for some readers. Sensitive topics are depicted throughout. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Proceed with caution: after this point, no additional warnings will be provided.

𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 ❝ "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞"❞ 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒙 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒊𝒂 ༺༻༺༻༺༻༺༻ "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈?" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒖𝒃𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆. "𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒚" 𝑰 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆. "𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈" 𝑨𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. "𝑺𝒊𝒕" 𝑯𝒆 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒌. 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏- 𝑶𝒉" 𝑴𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒔 ꨄ 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐚 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 🥇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 #𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 🥇

Meet Elizabeth Wilson She once believed in fairy tales. A kindhearted girl born into nothing but hardship, she lived in the heart of Rome, a city that felt too big for her small, orphaned world. Elizabeth was a ballerina-a dreamer. She moved like poetry on a stage and spent her days balancing college classes and part-time jobs to pay for her survival. Despite everything, Elizabeth loved life's smallest blessings-the scent of fresh coffee, the sound of music through her headphones, the way the city lights reflected off rainy sidewalks. She believed in love. In kindness. In freedom. But fate had different plans. Because darkness doesn't always announce itself with storms. Sometimes, it walks into your life wearing a devil's smile. ● ● ● Enter Samuel Vitale. He wasn't a college boy. Not really. He looked the part-young, handsome, confident. But behind those cold hazel eyes lived a monster. A powerful drug dealer with blood on his hands and an empire in the making. He ran the underworld like a ghost. Smart, calculated, deadly. Samuel was ruthless. Born to chaos, raised by cruelty, he learned early that love was a weakness and loyalty was just another word for chains. But something shifted the day he saw her. Elizabeth. To him, she was light. Beauty. The one thing he didn't know he needed. And once he laid eyes on her, he couldn't look away. ● ● ● Read prologue for detailed description.

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. THE STARTING CAN BE A LITTLE CHEESY BUT TRUST ME JUST KEEP GOING AND EVERY SECOND WILL WORTH..... Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship