"I was taken into a room that one would use to entertain guests in. It was a massive dining hall draped in red curtains and dazzling black marble floors. It was beautiful. I only hoped it wouldn't be the place where my life was taken yet again by the man whom I loved oh so dearly. Just as that thought came to mind, I saw him. He was sitting on a throne in the front of the hall. He wore a black button down, silky shirt with pants just as dark. His hair had gotten longer, his lips fuller. His eyes, however, were not foreign. I had looked into those eyes so many times I had all the little blue specs memorized. He was beautiful but cold. Power radiated from him so deeply that it sent a shiver across my spine. I wanted to know the man infront of me; I wanted to love him. But I was no fool, he was different. Darker. Stronger. Colder. Elijah stood up and made his way towards me. If I had the ability to breathe, I would have held my breath. He was so gorgeous but yet so cruel. Surely made by the devil himself. He stood only a few inches away from me, looking down at my face. I watched his eyes as they scanned all my features. Only when they made their way back up to my eyes did he speak. "Undress yourself", he demanded."

The final part in "The Whore" series. Warning- very mature. You will want to read the first book otherwise this one will not make sense. ------------------------- "I slowly peeled my soaked shirt off and stood in front of him in my bra and trousers. I watched him study every inch of my skin before he gave an approving purr. I wanted to jump him right then and there but I knew he would not have it, not when he was trying to take care of me. I crawled on top of him and enjoyed the feeling of my hips against his. He was hard, but I knew he was also extremely stubborn. That's one of the many reasons I fell in love with him. I felt my hunger began to strike when I looked at his neck. My lips felt dry and even when my tongue swiped them, I needed more moisture. Elijah brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down into the crook of his neck. I didn't waste any time biting into his smooth skin and drinking from him. I felt his body relax into mine and he sighed- he always loved feeding me".

"Don't touch me" He said through gritted teeth, "I don't know what I'll do if you touch me" My heart dropped. "I don't want to see you like this" I frowned and hesitantly tried to touch his shoulder, but he grabbed my hand tightly but gently. "Fuck it" He murmured as he held my jaw and pressed his lips on mine. (The guy is 22 and the girl is 17 a few months away from 18. If you're bothered by that please don't read it.)

"Annabeth, I-" "SHUT UP!" I yell. I take the ring off and throw it at him. "I hate you! Do you know that? I hate you. I will never marry you. Ever. Why do you think I would marry you?" I start crying. "I don't want to be with you. I don't want to see you again. I don't even like you!" I look at the ground as tears overtake me. How could he do that? Why did he do it in front of so many people? 'Witnesses', he said. That belongs in a court case, not a marriage proposal. I can't believe anyone would think I want this... He comes up to me and puts his hands on my cheeks, forcing me to look in his eyes. "You must act excited about this, Annabeth. You can't tell anyone your true feelings about this, especially Alexander." So that's what this is about. He saw me being friendly with Xander and has to keep me for himself. I always thought he liked me... "If you tell anyone I forced you into this, I'll have you killed, and it will look like an accident." *** Annabeth Hutcherson just wanted to find a job so she could see what life was like outside her town. When a handsome gentleman approaches her and offers her the one thing she needs to stay, she accepts. Everything would be provided for her? It was too good to be true. She wasn't aware of the consequences that came with the position, like having to leave all her friends and family, being held prisoner, and... get married? And then she meets Alexander Matthews, and he changes her whole world. Can he help her get away or will she be stuck forever?

"Babygirl you can't fall for me, I'm a criminal" -

Rated-R This is a twisted love story. He saw and wanted her; simple admiration turned into obsession. Rafaela Vintangé always gets what he wants, but when he found out that Loala was leaving the country, he sent his men to kidnap her. What could possibly go wrong? *Story contains sexual, emotional, physical abuse. It contains strong language and violence please be warned. * 18+

I stand there wide eyed and frozen where I am being held in place. The sounds of fists connecting on skin, cracking under his bloody fists. How can he be so cruel and heartless? Why doesn't he just leave me alone? "STOP PLEASE JUST STOP!" I hear myself scream feeling warm tears fall down my cheek. I couldn't bear it anymore. At the sound of my scream, he stops midair snapping his head towards my frightened one with a sadistic smirk. He does that every time someone begs. "Sorry Princess, I don't think I heard you?" He heard me, that's how he plays with people's emotions. "Stop just let him go he didn't do anything wrong." He stares at me blankly. His eyes show anger. "HE DID DO SOMETHING WRONG! HE TOUCHED YOU! NO ONE TOUCHES WHAT'S MINE!" I flinch from his screams, something I always do when he yells. "I'm... we aren't." I shake my head. "Say it. I WANT.TO.HEAR.YOU.SAY.IT!" I know what he wants me to say, I just couldn't. He notices that I am not going to say the three words he wants to hear. Turning to face his punching bag, he lifts his arm again, hatred in his eyes. "STOP! I -- I'll say it, just please stop. He's had enough." I say defeated. Dropping his arm, he drops him on the ground like a sack of dirt and stalks towards me as the arms that restrain me let go. "Tell me Princess. Tell me what I want to hear." he cups my face with his bloody hands. Staring into his cold-hearted eyes I let out a shaky breath "I -- I'm...only...yours." His lips curl up into a smile pulling me into his lips. Kissing me possessively, I shut my eyes tightly. Pulling away he goes back to a serious face. "You.Are.OnlyMine! Remember that. You belong to me. You know I will kill any guy that even thinks to look, speak or touch you. Do you understand me? I nod my head yes glancing over at the limp body on the ground then back at him. Stepping back, he turns and kicks him on his side making him spit blood out. "Next time you're dead!" ... I'm only his...

❝It wasn't that I wanted to die; no. It was that I was so desperate to live.❞ - Valentinia Morelli. She is captured within a world that condemned and contradicted her one wish. Trapped; within a whirlwind of toxicity and abuse. Claimed; by the darkness that consumed her light. Deceived; by a man whose exterior seemed angelic, but whose interior was destructable. Belittled; by those who held her trust. Controlled; by his sharp tongue. Carved; by his name. Broken; by those who left her behind. Ashamed; by the bodies that trailed in her path. Determined; at her chance of survial. Scarred; by his palms. Grateful; for the man that listened to her cries as he layed beside her, whilst they watched the stars. This is my first story, so I apologise if the description/ blurb/ story is not perfect. Initiated:. 04 : 05 : 18 Concluded:. 11: 12 : 20 I would just like to let you know that all of the media used in this book, is not my own. All of it is used off of google. Also, the translations may not be correct, I do use google translate. 𝐖 𝐀 𝐑 𝐍 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆:. Will include violence, humiliation, abuse, mature language, non- consensual scenes and triggering themes.

Abby has always just been identified as stutter girl. Her high school life was a complete disaster, she lived in her sister's shadow the entire time and any chance she had at having a social life was brutally murdered after Scott Rogers mocked her about her stuttering their very first day of freshman year. Scott is the quote on quote 'bad boy' of the school. Or at least that's what everyone else has him pinned as. He may be a huge flirt, but he sure doesn't sleep around. He genuinely only made fun of Abby that first day because he was curious, but then again with Scott his curiosity isn't always what he should lead by. Of course Scott and Abby went their separate ways after Scott got kicked out several weeks after the incident, and Abby was eternally grateful for that. She thought she'd never have to see her bully again since he had been shipped off to private school. But then college came along and with college comes new people...and maybe even a few old ones. What happens when not only are Scott and Abby reunited but they have to share a room? Could it be love? Hate? Follow Scott and Abby as they explore feelings they never thought they'd ever get the chance to experience and maybe even more than that. 9/21/17: #1 in Chicklit