Laura gets played by THE player. Completely humiliated. Will she ever be happy again? Or will the next guy destroy her? ************ I'm writing this story on my phone so more than likely, knowing me there will be a lot, a lot of spelling mistakes! Just letting you know!

All too eager to bend to his will, Cass Hux finds herself going through each and every day the same: wake up, serve the General in every way he needs, then go to sleep. Day in and day out its all the same, until her prayers are finally answered . Now she has a roommate, and Cass can't wait to interact with her the way she dreamed she always would. However, Cass can sense something is wrong when she finds her roommate hurt almost every day. Her attitude is sour and she's always trying to convince Cass that here is not good for either of them. How could Vee be so wrong about something like this? Cass is lucky to be with the General, he takes care of her and only punishes her when she deserves it. Perhaps, Cass can help Vee change her mind. If not, she can always watch as her new friend adjusts on her own. If only she'd learn the lessons the Supreme Leader taught her. Cass is certain life would be much easier for both of them if she would.

"This is my husband, Louis." Ben said to Harry gesturing to the smaller man tucked under his arm. "Nice to meet you, Louis..." Harry smirked drawling the name on his tongue while squeezing Louis' soft hand in his. "Me too Harry..." Louis said shyly, barely whispering peering up at him from under his long lashes. Ben grinned at the situation, his plan seemed to be working well. He turned to kiss Louis' temple lovingly before whispering hotly into his ear. "I want you to get along with him. He's..." Louis gasped softly when Ben pinched his bum. "So, shall we?" Ben said staring at Harry knowingly.

[COMPLETED] ❝Image is everything.❞ Set in the 1960s, The Dollhouse is the haunting story of Lydia and Violet - forced to uproot to a new town and live with an old-fashioned family they barely know. The sisters soon discover that image can be deceiving, and that no one else can truly know the horror behind closed doors. [ cover by @madeofclumsy ].