She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up. Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb. The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian. I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox. They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God. #1 in Dark Romance #1 in Tainted Love #1 in Preacher's Daughter 1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award

Bryce had been a good kid. A better than good kid actually, with his sense of justice and high morals. He wanted to be a police officer and do good things for his community and the world. But then he was kidnapped because of one of his many good deeds, and worse yet, he had dragged his girlfriend, Krissy, into the dangerous mess he had made for himself. Their kidnapper was a woman, a mother, who blamed him for her son's imprisonment and later death. The woman's goal was to torture him, break him, and turn a good kid bad. It wouldn't have worked if not for Krissy - the good kid's one weakness. The one thing he would do anything for, including becoming a Monster.

My hand was clutching impatiently at the hem of your skirt. Your aroma is taunting. Toasted sugar and lavender dancing around like mist... There is a twitch in my lips, and I am too excited to be bothered with shielding it from you as you are just a breath away. We are always so close with too many inches between us. Yet, still just a breath away. I want to hold you and savor you completely. Your deep brown eyes...Whole and fluttering slowly. Dazed and tenderly innocent. A tongue pokes out to gloss your rounded lips .I want to savor it. I want your mouth never to sever from mine. Never. Never... --- Veronica wanted nothing but to bloom. Jacob wanted nothing but her. Soft and rabid. Bitter desiring sweet. --- WARNINGS *LOTS OF VIOLENCE *OBSESSION *CHILD ABUSE

Elliot Baker was no 80's heartthrob. The guys hated him and the girls, well, they weren't big fans either. His dry wit and sarcasm made him unapproachable to all except his teammates and a peculiar girl named Kimberly Woods. Read to follow along in his journey through the hell they call high school! note: this story features strong language with some sexual and racial themes.

[COMPLETED] "We both agreed, Apollo! We said no feelings, no attachments! You promised you wouldn't get attached." I look down at my lap in worry and shame. I have no idea what to say, I promised her, but like an idiot I broke that promise. "Say something!" My breath hitches and I look up at my beautiful girl through my lashes, my eyes brimming with tears because I know after tonight we won't be seeing each other again. I stand up from the edge of the bed and walk over to her, watching as her chest moves up and down harshly with each breath. My eyes trail over the love marks I left moments ago when we were happy to only get lost in each other's arms temporarily. She's mad at me. I never wanted her to be mad at me. "I'm sorry, baby," I whisper reaching forward to run my finger along her cheek catching the falling tear that flows down her soft skin. "You promised." She whispers. I know. "I promise I'm not attached, Blue." Too late. ••• Apollo and Blue have a few things in common. They're both lonely, they're both sad and they both attend the same university, a place where they stumble upon each other for the first time. So when the two decide to keep each other company by forming a causal relationship, the hard-headed Blue sets clear instructions for Apollo. Do not get attached. #2 Dark // 7 April 2022 #1 Interracial // 8 April 2022

Iman Harriott is an 18-year-old black girl with Indian roots, who is one step closer to reaching her dream, due to her acceptance to one of the prestigious universities in England, Oxford. Iman is known to be very passionate when it comes to controversial topics- let's just say that she's on the left-wing sides on things. Alistair Ryle is the complete opposite of Iman, except both of them being ages of 18, going to Oxford and are very passionate about particular topics they speak on. Unlike Iman, Ryle was born into money- privilege you could say, only believing that the patriarchal society is the right way of life. Call him a far right-wing conservative, and he'll walk with proudness and dignity. It only took one sneaky link up for the two to lose their fucking minds, not being able to keep their hands off each other, they try to maintain a relationship more than sex...even if it ended up hurting a couple of people along the way. Stick around to see what the cruel future will hold for Alistair and Iman, and will they be able to mend their differences.