Faith Anderson. An innocent girl, who grew with the love of her Dad and her elder brother. Since, her mother died while giving birth to her, she has become the world to her dad and brother. Romano brothers. A cruel, vicious Mafia, disguised as successful businessman to the world. They are , in short the psychopaths. What happens when their gaze fell on the innocent Faith. Will they change for her or will they become her worst nightmare ever? • • • " P-please ... Please l-leave him, please... I beg y-you..." Faith cried, thrashing in Lucian's arms. " You motherfucker, don't do this to her. Leave him. " Chris yelled at the trio. His friend was at the verge of loosing his life. " Shh, baby, why are you taking his side? Huh? " He gripped her hair tightly. " Do you feel anything for him? Huh! Tell me. " Lucian seethed looking at her. " FUCKING ANSWER HIM. " Azron hollered kicking the tied person in his stomach. Panic was bubbling inside Faith and she couldn't able to say anything. " Answer me or your brother will pay the price along with him, kitten. " Zanvil said taking a sharp knife and grazing the tip at Chris's neck, so slightly, that it drew some blood out. Seeing this much of blood infront of her, Faith felt her head spinning. Her struggles becoming weak. " ANSWER ME GOD-DAMN-IT. " Lucian pulled her head up with her hair. " N-No..." She managed to let out a whimper and collapsed on Lucian. She was barely conscious. " Oh, baby, I knew it. It's okay, Lucian don't hurt her. " Zanvil left Chris and walked towards her. Lucian kissed her lips briefly while Zanvil caressed her hair. " But, this guy made us insecure. He has to pay little one. He'll be punished. " Azron scowled, taking a cleaver in his hands. " DON'T DO THIS TO HER. PLEASE. " Chris pleaded the trio for her sister and his friend. He knew his friend is going to die tonight. He also knew he couldn't do anything. But it was too late. ••• © Copyright reserved.

As far as streetrat, Jamie was concerned, they were 17, a teenager. And despite what their body is telling them, not a god damn puppy. After a botched pickpocket lands them in the hands of Andrew, a well meaning vampire growing lonely by himself. Will jam finally let themselves embrace their real age?

(The cover of the story and the cover of some chapters were drawn by me) Miguel was 14 years old when he woke up in a dark night at his house to drink a glass of water, he goes down the stairs, noting that the light in the room was on at that time, at the same time the boy thought "catarina must be doing some joke in the kitchen ". Miguel continues walking around the room to find no one, only the door that led to the open yard, still wanting to know what was happening, he opens the door a little more. That was the last time he saw his older sister. After that day, Miguel tried to tell his parents that she had been abducted by big dark monsters and taken too far, but the boy was just branded crazy in front of everyone He promised that one day he would meet again with his sister, and after two years ... Author's note_________________ .. Hello guys! I hope everyone is well, this will be my first attempt at writing a story, the topic will be about human pets. I'm sorry if the plot or grammar seems confusing at some point Attention: The story will not have romance, and nothing too inappropriate or violent, I want to bring a lighter reading to everyone In this story, humans cannot communicate verbally with any alien !!!this story will contain cases of some disorders, anxiety, fear and panic attacks, if you feel uncomfortable with these situations I recommend not reading Thank you for your attention and continue with the first chapter <3

18+ "Don't come near me." Erin sobbed. Her arms shakily held up a gun as she took steps away from her captor. "I will shoot." Her captor stood in front of her, a look of amusement on his face as he raised his hands in fake surrender. "I want you to let me go." Erin said, raising her chin and attempting to give an aire of confidence, "Call off your security, let them go home. Let me go home." The confidence was short lived as Erin felt the tears fall down her face and drip down from her chin. Two years she had been here. Two years away from her family and the life she once knew. Two years of abuse from her captor. "Now now kitty, you know I won't do that. So be a good little girl and put down the gun." The man took two steps towards her. Erin fumbled with the gun before clicking off the safety. She had never held a gun before, much less used one, but she had seen him handle one so often she felt like an expert. "I am not yours! You can't keep me forever." Erin watched in slow motion as her captor reached out for the gun, ripping it from her grip. A hand pulled at her hair, as she screamed in pain and frustration. Before she knew it she was in the steel grip of her captor, an all too familiar situation. "You are mine. You will always be mine, and I will fuck you every second of every day until you get that through your pretty little head." ________ Erin once had dreams of University, first loves and creating the perfect family. Now Erin dreamed of freedom.