- مُكتملة - × رُوث، وإخوتها الستة وضيف جديد أُقحِم في حياتهم. اعتادت رُوث على تحمل مسؤولية بيتهم واخوتها الستة، فوالدها دائم السفر ووالدتها بعيدة في عملها، لتكون هي الأم والأب والحامية لبيتهم، في حين وجدت أغنيس الخادمة في قصر أحد النبلاء نفسها في موقف عصيب تُختبر فيه أخلاقها، وميلر ذلك الصبي ذو الستة عشر عامًا والمحب لعائلته وللخيول يرغب في أن ينطلق بنفسه ويصنع اسمًا له في عالم الكبار. سنعود بالزمن لنعيش فترة من حياة أسرة إنجليزية صغيرة عاشت في نهايات القرن الثامن عشر. ×

#1 in Horror - 11/17/15 "Shhh, don't make a sound." I feel a grip around my neck feeling his hot breath on my ear. "Or I'll kill you here and now." He whispers as I felt something sharp on the side of my waist that was piercing the surface of my skin. My heart pounds heavily my breathing became strained causing me to exhale faster and heavier. We stood inside my bedroom feet away from my sleeping husband he pulls me closer to his body moving backwards to the hallway. I could only follow hoping that my life would be spared. Suddenly, we stopped by the edge of the staircase. "You're mine." He whispers in a hoarse tone placing a kiss on my cheek hitting me on the head with the back of the knife. I was seeing double. I was feeling dizzy, everything was spinning. I felt like I was in slow motion groaning at the pain looking down the stairs. That's the last thing I see before I black out. A/N: WARNING, there is profanity, gory scenes and mild sexual content throughout the book. For all you grammar nazi's. This is by no means a final draft. There are many errors and I'll get to them. Don't read if you find my grammar shitty. Lmao.

Hostage. Prisoner. What ever you wish to call it. They won't let me nor my friends leave. Taken by a cannibalistic family and claimed I was being adopted into their family. I already have a family of my own. And what of my friends that's with me? They're the main course. In the little town of Norbury, Canada, there have been several people disappearing without a trace. A couple of my colleagues and I decided to do a news article and discover the reasons for all the missing people. However I never realized the horrors that would await us in the quiet little town. The town is not a real place in Canada, I just made it up. This is my first story ever so if I have grammar mistakes PLEASE CORRECT ME!!! I'm not a writer but I've had this idea in my head ever since I watched Hostel and Wrong Turn so I figured I'd see if anyone else is interested. I don't own any of the images Warning! the first few chapters are a bit bumpy but they get better! Warning!!! Graphic content, Violence, Gore, Torture!!!

Emmy's life is going just as she'd planned: She's living in her own apartment, dancing every day and is just leaps away from being named her company's next Prima ballerina. And she's only 17. But all of Emmy's plans come to a screeching halt when the FBI shows up at her door to let her know that she's being stalked by a serial killer. Suddenly, the safe, insulated world she created for herself is riddled with violence, fear...and a growing pile of dead bodies. At first Emmy wants nothing more than to forget her chilling new reality - but her admirer isn't finished with her yet, and before she knows it, Emmy's stuck in a nightmare she can't dance her way out of. Content and/or trigger warning: This story contains detailed scenes of murder, rape, torture, sex and stalking, which may be triggering for some readers. [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]]

"Back to this hellhole, huh?" "I wouldn't call it a hellhole" He mutters. "Oh, but I would." I snap harshly. He almost flinches. "(Y/n), I'm sorry. It wasn't supposed to get out of hand like that..." I cut him off. "I know. But I can't believe you would ever think of doing that. It's cruel!" He looks away in shame. "I'm sorry." He says again. "It's not me you should have apologized to." I say, hot tears threatening to spill. I didn't know who to feel about him. I was so completely in love with him, maybe I still am, but they were my best friends. I just wish everything could have been different.

A series of one-shots with first/third-person POVs on anecdotes of punishments and spankings. Will involve different settings and different backgrounds. Biases based on my upbringing and the norms of my society (rural town in Europe) may creep into my writing. Will contain non-sexual consensual spanking of adults and disciplinary spanking for minors. Open to write fan-fiction with decent plots. Requests to be put in comments only.

You and Cerulli have been together officially for three years now --- you've graduated college, he's no longer your teacher but your boyfriend, and you live happily together. You still wish to be Mrs. Cerulli one day, but, as you continue to tell yourself, you're content as you are.

"Please, please let me go. I beg of you!" I pleaded with the unknown voice. "Now you know I can't do that." The voice said, it's robotic sound angered me. "W-why?" Tears wouldn't stop sliding down my face. "Because you're the key to my happiness." [There are a lot of chapters, but they're all short.]

#1 Action الغلاف من طرف صنع الأنامل الذهبيه: 🦊"Cover By:monirh-2009" 🦊 سوف يتم الإشارة الي كل بارت تم تعديله ب🐼 قضية واحده غيرت مصير الجميع من حياة هادئه بسيطه الى امواج من المشاكل والحياة المعقده حينما تتورط محامية شابه و معارفها مع عصابات المافيا

"I don't open up to people sweetheart, so don't think you're any different. You never will be." You are a Military Psychologist on base in London for the British Spec Ops task force 141. You've seen countless amounts of troops with all kinds of disorders, but none of them have ever intrigued you like Simon 'Ghost' Riley. The way he's so reserved, strong minded, and kind of rude without a care in the world. You hope one day you can help him, but for now he is making it extremely difficult. (Please note that this fanfiction will contain some campaign spoilers but isn't exactly campaign accurate. Also, I know I know I've used an old Ghost picture for the cover but none of the newer ones were working for me, but this is definitely about mw2 2022 Ghost.)