His dad is the CEO of the largest firm in New York. He's the king of the school, girls fall at his feet. He dries his hands with broken hearts and hundred dollar bills. Her dad works as a store manager. She's the scholarship kid at the school, unnoticed by almost everyone . She treasures the pennies she has. He's Dustin Fox the little rich boy that needs to learn how to love She's Hadley Penderson the uptight girl that needs to learn how to live {NOT EDITED}

(Completed) Carrying the bag pack, I run. I run from the man I love. The man who is the father of my unborn children. I brush past the security check, giving my ticket to the girl sitting outside the entry of the plane. She smiles at me. Fake. I smile back and pull the ticket from her outstretched hand, and rush to the entrance of the plane. That's weird. The whole plane is empty. I turn back, and there he is. Adrian Donati, my husband, the love of my life. "Please don't stop on my account." He says pinning me with his piercing greys. I look around. Escape tattooed in my brain. But I find none. "What did you think, that you could run from me and take my children with you?" He says getting up as he buttons his suit jacket. "They are not yours. You lost any right over them when you left me at the altar. Now they're just mine." I say, all sense leaving me. "Oh I got all rights over them, since the day my sperm made them up. And kitten, you're still my wife remember. This is not over." He says walking close to me. Way too close. Pulling me close by my waist, he rests his head on the crook of my neck, his lips brushing my skin ever so lightly as he speaks. "Quit running from me and come home. You're straining yourself and my children." He says as if it is the most normal thing to do. Savannah Greene. Hot-headed girl, whose seen her adoptive parents die right before her. All she wants in life is a good future for her adoptive brother Jackson, and freedom from her abusive aunt, Maria. Adrian Donati. Man of power and control. Has looks that can make you drop your panties. And gets what he wants, by hook or crook. And he loves his company above all. When these two meet, electricity cracks and sparks fly. Lips meet, hearts break, and profanities fly. But in the end will love save them both? Book one of the Billionaire Bad Boy Series. (Contains mature scenes and swearing.) #1 Ceo 21 October 2018 Copyright ©️ Eleanor Wilson.

❝ it was just you and me in our own little world ❞

He despises her presence She cherish his presence He hates her She loves him His heart belongs to someone Her heart belongs to him Jeremy has no eyes for any one but Mia Palmer. He has crushed on her since kindergarten but she never bartered an eye his way. He used all his charms but it never worked after so many years Mia gave him a chance and after a year of dating he was asked to marry someone else, someone he hated since childhood. "You don't want to ruin our friendship with the Crawford's do you" Mr Xavier Pine asked his son. Glaring at him. Jeremy only nodded his head not because he feared his father but because he loves and respect him. "So the decision is final, you will marry her that it." Mr. Xavier said leaving his son to his thoughts. Jeremy Pine hearts belong to someone, but his family insists on him marrying their best friends daughter Michelle Crawford who has done nothing but to love him since childhood. Jeremy hates his bride to be but he hates his grandfather more for signing that damned contract before dying. He has no choice but to marry Michelle against his wishes what will happen to Jeremy and his girlfriend Mia

(NOT EDITED YET!) "I'm gonna make things clear". He said walking slowly toward me as I took a few steps back. "I was forced into this too.". My back hit the wall as he came even closer. "But you're mine now. Only mine. You are MY wife. There's no way out of this. You belong to me". He hissed in my ear. I shiver as he looks at me with his cold stare. My heart was beating so fast. He then kissed my lips before heading out of the room leaving me there. _________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sarah Dantes is a 22 years old young girl, heiress of the Dantes family along with her older sister Sandra. She just graduated and expected to live a normal life and find love But what happens when her parents announced her marriage with Luca Lombardi, a 31 year old successful and feared businessman known for his coldness and being heartless when it comes to his business? Trigger warnings: Physical abuse, mental illness, Abuse

Eres una chica que vive en España y como no, estás obsesionada con el Kpop. Tu padre, quien es alemán, desea que estudies filología alemana y vayas a vivir a Berlín con Ane, tu mejor amiga. Sin embargo, tu tienes otros deseos, uno de ellos es participar en el campamento Kpop, dónde te enseñan a bailar, cantar y actuar. Una vez en Corea del Sur, vivirás experiencias inolvidables. ¿Estas preparada?

I'll just have to accept it and move on. Because it's only temporary. That's the only thing I can't change. I'm temporary and that's permanently true. I close my eyes, smiling to myself, this was a dream. Better live in it as long as it lasts. I'll endluge myself then. "Ashfield, I love you." But no one's heard it. He can't and never will again, as I whispered to myself in a very small muffled voice that he can't hear. Feelings are temporary. So am I. ~~~~~~~ She's almost lost everything the day her mother died. She was a hollow box that kept working for her brother, the only thing she had left. All she did was work, work, work. He's got a past he can't ever let go. A woman he can't ever forget. He didn't live a day, he worked all the time. But his father, for some reason got them stuck in a deal they can't turn down and had somehow twisted that deal into marriage. She didn't know it until she fell. He didn't know it until it almost ended. Could they find something between them that they sought for? And what's more interesting is when the past comes back to haunt them. All Rights Reserved.

•To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven• Promise Keshan doesn't want to think. Not about her mother's suicide or the four men who violated her that night when she was just a little girl or Jiho, who left her without a word right when she needed him most, or her pseudo-acquaintance who tells her hushed lunchtime stories of a normal world she feels she doesn't deserve to take part in. So she self destructs to destroy her heart and builds big stone walls to guard what little is left of it. Promise isn't a heroine. Isn't a villain. She's just a girl, trying to find a way to heal again. WARNING: This story contains copious amounts of sex, self-harm, suicidal thoughts and action, domestic abuse, themes of mental illness including but not limited to depression and anxiety, mild violence, and brief mentions of rape and mild drug use. Updated Every Friday @ 6pm PST.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

Back in the victorian era no woman had the choice to choose whom they'd marry nor choose at what age. Sixteen year old Roselle married 21 year old Denver Lavoís (La-vo-á), just 3 days after an arranged meet by Denver's wealthy folks. Roselle thought she'd found the perfect man but after the groom's parents were mysteriously killed, the couple inherited their millions. She wanted to help the poor. He wanted to keep it all to himself including his under aged wife. Even if it meant abusing her and bringing deadly misfortune to those willing to help Roselle escape.