I wrote this when I was 16 give me a break. TAKEN SERIES: BOOK ONE TW: kidnapping, manipulation, toxic/abusive relationship, violence, death, grief, self-harm, suicidal thoughts/attempts, sexual assault, non-consensual sexual content, alcoholism, stockholm syndrome, switching partners, etc. Do not read this story if you get triggered easily. If you decide to continue, that's your own choice. This story will portray a BDSM relationship, NOT counting the toxicity and genuine abuse that goes on throughout it. Do not comment anything unnecessarily judgmental, especially if you don't know what you're talking about. Thank you, enjoy. - - - - - "Don't ever do something like that again, or I will kill you, understood? "Yes, sir." - - - - - After being continuously hurt, left alone, heart broken and losing the one thing that kept her going, Nia Seymour turns to a new job that will show her how to let loose, live her life and make her happy again. The last thing she expected was to be Taken Captive by someone who would turn her life into chaos, make her addicted to the pain and hold her heart in his hands, breaking it and putting it back together over and over again until she's had enough. • • • The second he lays his eyes on her, Callum Rivera's world is turned upside down and he's made his mind up. She's his. He feeds off of the tears she cries, loves the pain all over her face when he hurts her over and over again, whether it's purposefully or not. As time passes and feelings evolve, soon enough the tears falling out of her eyes no longer give him pleasure, only pain and all he wants is for her to be happy, as long as she's with him. • • • The universe is sending challenge after challenge to these two individuals who want nothing but each other. Will they get past these secrets, lies, toxicity and pain? Or will one of them give up? - - - - -

Blue hated her dad's best friend, Brandon. He was tall, scary, and mean. He was the drummer in her dad's band. Every time they saw each other, a scowl was on his face. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him, she would get butterflies in her stomach and her heart would race. He was so much older than her, she knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. She thought he hated her too, until he kissed her. Until he touched her.

~ 𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘱'𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, "𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯?" 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦.~ Luna is seventeen year old girl trying to make it through high school and keep her grades up like any regular teenager. But her sweet and simple life is going to change completely when she gets hacked.

"what're you doing?" "it's a pinkie promise" Aloura laughed lightly, grabbing his bruised hand and prying his pinkie from his locked fists. Her heart almost dropping at the sight of a small tattoo on his forearm. Evil incised into his skin, with two horns resting above the words. She stared at it for a moment, before shaking her thoughts away. "Now what?" he raises and eyebrow as his eyes lock with Aloura's. "You wrap it around mine" Aloura's gaze fell back onto their hands. Elias continued to watch her, and Aloura could feel her hands tremble from the nerves. His gaze almost burnt her, but she refused to meet it. "Just like that" she grins, gesturing to their now locked pinkies. "Now the promise is sealed in." Aloura's voice begins to falter. Elias' eyes fall to Aloura's lips. She licks them, and his eyes darken. Although they'd already kissed, Aloura found her knees beginning to weaken, and the oxygen around them no longer enough for two. Aloura's eyes flicker between Elias' and they stay like that for a moment, both too scared to be the first who pulls away. "That's all?" he whispers after a moment. His eyes now remaining on her lips. Aloura swallows, but nods, not trusting her voice to speak. "You can't break it" she whispers after a moment, feeling an overwhelming urge to warn him about the consequences of breaking a pinkie promise. "Or you'll lose your pinkie." A ghost of a smile tugs at his lips as he nods gently, mentally noting to not break the promise. Because who would risk their pinkie. Elias smirked after a moment before gently pressing his lips onto Aloura's slightly ajar ones. "What was that for?" Aloura whispers as he pulls away. Elias grinned, "My way of sealing a promise" Aloura laughed a little. But Aloura doesn't believe in promises. ♡ ♡ ♡ #1 in sad #pp1 in Elias #2 in Young Adult #7 in love #12 in crime #15 in sadstory #16 in romance #25 in death

[Editing] He's the grumpy CEO of the company she works for. The very boss, no one gets enough words with before he pushes them far away. And then Sierra Bloom happens. She's the complete opposite of him, and he hates it. But something about her is way too intriguing to stay away from. "One night," he tells himself. He'll have her one night, and never again. ...if only that one night didn't create life, and forever bound him to her. 𝐖 𝐚 𝐫 𝐧 𝐢 𝐧 𝐠: This story contains mature themes, including; explicit sex scenes as well as references, mention and use of drugs and alcohol, mention of physical and sexual abuse. Readers discretion is advised.

When Apollo and Atlas took a break from their 'business' to visit home, they were expecting some time to relax, maybe catch up with people they haven't seen for a while. What they didn't expect was to find a hidden gem in the place they once called home. Innocent Saturn, despite the unfair life she was given in the past, has 'mostly' overcome her hardships, minus the leftover anxiety and panic attacks. Living with her Nonna, having the most perfect life she deserves. What does she do when her routine gets twisted when strangers come to visit? Boyxboyxgirl. LIGHT BDSM.

"I can't be with you Arsenio. Your literally obsessed with me. It's not healthy. It's not a sign of a healthy relationship." I said to the angry hulk standing infront of me. "I don't care Benzil. I don't care if our relationship is healthy or not. I only care about the fact that you are mine. And I will go to any extent to have you." I said walking towards me. "What are you saying? Where's my consent. You can't force me into a relationship." I tried to make him understand. "Stop it. I have been enough sweet to you. Your trying to go away from me. Remember right? I was the one who told Sasha to force Lauren, if I can give him this advise I can use it on you." He said pinning me against the wall. He hold on my arms wasn't helping ethier. He's literally threatening me. I know Sasha gave rape threats to Lauren. "You can never have my love by forcing me." I said in tears. But his eyes didn't soften. "I don't care. I just care that you are with me. By my side. In my arms. In my bed. Having my last name. I did so much for you and your trying to run away form me. Benzil Listen I can't leave without you you are my life." Oh god he's talking like a psychopath •°• Being the son of one of the most powerful businessman and a secret mafia leader. Arsenio always got what he wanted but what will happen when a simple girl will toped his wanted list. what will he do to get her?? Benzil a poor simple girl living with her grandparents after the death of a parents,fighting for the right on there land. Her grandparents are her life, she could do anything for her grandparents. What will happen when Arsenio is the one for who his father is forceing Benzil's family to leave the house and there land. what will happened when Arsenio's obsession will hate him even before they meet? Disclaimer: I don't own the picture on the cover. Or any pictures used in the book I just own their editing. The right goes to their respective owner(s) #1 in loveatfirstsite. #1 in mafiason

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝." "𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭." **** 𝙇𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙤 𝙋𝙞𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙚, A cold-blooded, sex addict. No remorse for anything he'd done. Arrogant, rude but very intelligent, simply a total Casanova. He did it with older women, mostly prostitutes. It was a strict rule of his not to fuck anyone younger than him. But, he soon enough broke that rule once someone irresistible entered his life. He was the owner of the popular strip club named 'Green Tigers' that was filled with people who wore masks on their upper faces. He ran a huge drug business with dangerous people involved in it. It was a secret that not even his brother knew. He was a man full of evil smirks, dressed up in suits, and eyes darker and colder than a late night. 𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙡, Filled with seductiveness, playfulness, and a strong sex appeal. Expelled from her previous school, she moves to Seattle, and meets people that connect her to the soulless Leonardo Pierce which instantly attracts her. He stared at her, and she stared at him. They were dying to fuck each other, but they both denied it and acted as if they hated each other. That changed when she entered a strip club, and bravely walked to the Third Floor, where the drug business was located. Pulled by the owner of the club, a mask on his face, she didn't know who he was, but he knew exactly who she was, and used the situation to his pleasure. ••••• Find out what happens in this story, by reading it... ⚠️Tw; contains smut, sexual and aggressive parts.

"Now why don't you be a good girl for daddy and open that pretty little mouth of yours, my darling," he demanded, with my lips coming in contact with his thumb. A blush creeping onto my cheeks as I began to suck, looking up into his eyes. He gritted his jaw, his smoldering stare not leaving my gaze once, as he advised, "that's it." • Stephen James, the notorious player, known to not care about anyone except himself, but that changes when he meets half his age, Janie Adair, the good girl with daddy issues. Everything becomes complicated when he becomes more intrigued with Janie than he wanted. But what happens when he doesn't get what he wants? Warning • Sexual Content, Mature Themes, and Triggering Subjects.