Angeline Huntington learned early that a house can look ordinary from the outside and still be a battlefield inside. Raised in a family where love was conditional, truth was twisted, and silence was currency, she grew up carrying storms no child should ever have to weather. Her sister, Prudence, sweet, vulnerable, and slow-witted became both her anchor and her responsibility, tethering her to a world that rarely felt safe. Behind closed doors, their father's subtle manipulation poisoned the air, and their mother's fragile kindness cracked under the weight of everything left unsaid. The Huntington home didn't just hurt them, it shaped them. It carved them into versions of themselves they didn't recognize yet couldn't escape. But this is not just a story of surviving cruelty. It's a story of what the world makes of you... and what you choose to become in return. Across childhood, adolescence, and the fragile first steps into adulthood, Angeline learns to navigate love, heartbreak, loyalty, fear, and the echo of wounds that never bled, only lingered. Every friendship, every relationship, every heartbreak mirrors the ghosts she grew up with... until she finally begins to understand that some cycles have to be broken on purpose. This is the story of two sisters fighting to reclaim the pieces of themselves stolen by the people who were meant to protect them. A story of trauma, resilience, identity, and the quiet rebellion of choosing your own future even when the past claws at your heels. "Huntington carved us hollow. Now we carve ourselves whole." Trigger warning: This story contains descriptions of abusive relationships, toxic families, and emotional roller coaster. Read at your own risk. Disclaimer: Cover design and chapter aesthetics created by me using images found on Pinterest. I do not claim ownership of any images used. All rights belong to their original creators.

When Amelia's mother's new boyfriend and son come to live with them, she starts to experience things she never thought she could feel towards her potential step brother.

Enemies turned lovers, they had daggers pointing at each other's hearts at the annual masquerade. But how could they hurt the very things they gave life to once again? Prince Romeo D'Angelo had plans of making Princess Valeria Rossi, Princess of Venezia and Duchess of Roma - the coddled princess of her papa's eye, regret being born, and her plans for him were no different, either. She would make his heart bleed quite literally, or so she thought. But how often do plans as intense really work out? After all, both their families were known as the most ruthless Mafia families by each other's kingdom. "Go ahead, stab me. I'm not afraid of fools like you," I choked out through his tight grip around my neck, with his dagger only centimeters away from reaching into my heart. "After you, princess. I may be a fool, but I'm not so foolish as to take away the one thing that gives me life away from myself. I like torturing you better," he laughed out, his masquerade mask covering half of his facial expressions as I edged my dagger deeper into his skin as well. Oh dear, this was going to get messy. "Oh come on, kill me. Stab me if you have the guts," I responded. Yes, I would rather die than bow down to him. And with our daggers still set in place, he lowered his head until his lips landed on mine. Oh god, my mortal enemy was kissing me. Highest ranking: #19 romance

Everything and anything about your zodiac sign whether it be stereotypes Or real accurate facts, Who knows? What is your sign? I tried to be all deep and shit but it didn't work :/ *~Some are from Tumblr and some I made up myself~*

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"You insulted my côck, Mia. Yes?" Heat engulfed my body, setting my blood to boil. I'd never been handled so roughly, but it turned me on more than I expected. "Answer me." He commanded softly. I pressed my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the pressure. He pulled my hair tighter, "Yes." I moaned. "Oh, you dirty little girl, you like it when I'm rough, yes? La mia innocente." "Yes!." He stepped back, slipped my robe down my shoulders and it pooled at my feet. I was almost fully naked, only the soft cotton material of my bra covering my breast. I wanted him to touch me, so bad that I was almost tempted to beg. Matter of fact, I would, without hesitation if he asked. He unbuckled his belt and slid it tantalizingly slow through the loops of his jeans, taking it off and discarding it somewhere on the floor beside him. "No one insults my côck, bambina. How are you going to apologize?"

RATED R! Welcome to seven days of pleasing Destiny. Ryan has a week to do absolutely whatever he wants to Destiny before he mates her. Follow their story and read how their passionate story unfolds.

Some may say it's wrong to love someone older than you. Let alone your dad's bestfriend. Others may be doing it themselves, but you can't let others tell you who to love. It may be wrong in the way they see it, but then again what if it's right?