There's nothing Emma Chassèriaux can do to escape Matteo Lucchese, he'll make sure of it. After all, someone has to pay, right? "You're sick in the head, Matteo." My voice is thick with emotion, with vulnerability. How fucking dare he. "And you're delusional if you think I want anything to do with you after what you just did." He's quite the sight right now, composed but teetering on the edge. I can tell by the slight twitch in his left eye. His breath fans across the tip of my nose as he leans down, eyes flickering back and forth between my pupils shrewdly. "I own you, Emmy. It doesn't really matter what you fucking want." I'm tempted to pull my chin out of his grip when he suddenly grasps it firmly, his thumb digging into the side of my jaw. "When I tell you to jump, your only response should be 'How high, Matteo?'"

With a successful career, a loving husband and a baby on the way, things couldn't be better for Misha Patel. Well, that is until her husband leaves her for another woman.

"fuck me," said the monster. _______________________ A psychopath, a person with a mask of sanity. Someone who blends in. Unlike their sociopathic counterparts, psychopathic criminals are cool, calm, and meticulous; making psychopathy the most dangerous of all antisocial personality disorders. Though there's something about them, something emotionally intriguing and intellectually engaging that draws us in, making us apart of their sick mind games. Maybe that's why FBI agent, Ella Grant, can't get away from the misunderstood monster... _______________________ WARNING: GRAPHIC MATERIAL AND POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (18+) note: inspired by hannibal i use poems and quotes; they belong to their rightful owners cover was made by Fracture :) the psychopath hides, a wolf amongst the sheep.

Copyrighted 2018 **This is the rewritten version of His Flower. I hope you enjoy!** There was only one word to describe my life: Hell. It was all I had ever known, the only thing I was used to. I didn't want it any other way. Why the fuck couldn't she see that? -&- Having a normal childhood was completely foreign to the two polar opposites Rosalyn Summers and Rex Turner. Both grew up in the closest thing they knew to Hell, each with terrible problems of their own. Perhaps, that is why they were so drawn to each other. Rose might have been that typical shy, quiet girl roaming the school's halls, no friends to speak of and no genuine interest in learning, but even she couldn't deny that attraction towards the school's resident 'bad boy'. The one no one else dared speak to. Rex's anger issues always got the best of him, even when that idiot girl came tumbling into his life. She just wouldn't leave him the fuck alone. No matter how much he liked it. He could convince himself he wasn't good for her as much as he wanted. It didn't matter, she wouldn't let him be and he would soon refuse to let her go. Completely oblivious to her own darkness raging beneath the surface. *WARNING: This story has quite a few very possessive and controlling men. If that kind of thing isn't for you, this book definitely won't be.** There is also talk of anxiety, panic attacks, and some drug-use mentions. ALSO this story will have a LOT of chapters! It's filled with triggers (mentioned above), but also a bunch of cute scenes, fluff moments, adoring toe-curling moments, and a plot you won't see coming!

"I love you" He had a habit of always repeating this same phrase right after he threw his final punch and I had no other choice but to say them back. What else could be expected in a relationship with Mason Riley. You tell him what he wants to hear, and maybe next time it won't be so bad. Kaya Fischer is stuck. They say there's a distinct line between right and wrong, but what if the line has been blurred and now lies distorted beyond comprehension? What do you do when your voice of discernment has been stripped and the only one left to rely on is his? These are the questions that need answers, and Kaya won't stop until she's found them. But, the only question remaining is, what if it's already too late? Cover By: _toochocolately_ #14 General Fiction 8.31.17