⚠️under construction!⚠️ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: strong language, mature scenes, abuse, and drugs. ***** "Marco where is Emilia? Oh so help me if she's missing Marco I'm gonna put a bullet in between ur eyes I promised to never keep her out of my si- " Lorenzo said annoyed getting interrupted by Marco. "She's right behind you. " Marco scoffed. He turned swiftly and held me with his strong arms, i've never seen Lorenzo Russo smile until now. "Never leave my sight again. " Lorenzo said in a low husky voice. "𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓."

Married to a man who would go to ends of the earth to make her happy, Layla didn't live the picture perfect life she had always dreamt of. It was rather considered a curse After the second beep, his gruff voice rang on the other end of the call "si, who am I speaking with " Her heart thudded sharply in her chest on hearing his voice, he would forever have that effect on her. "Don't waste my time, I have important things to do " He spoke on obviously irritated at her silence Layla's lips quivered in what seemed like an attempt to make a sentence but rather she hung up the call after seconds of utter silence. The pretty little bundle of joy begun crying in her crib immediately Layla picked up the glass of water on her side table, it was as if she was aware of her mother's vile intentions.

Atria Delima. Doesn't know her parents. Abused because she's a rouge. A demigod, witch, vampire, siren, and a werewolf. Rejected and run away from her pack. Engulfed by darkness and run her own pack. Making her the most ruthless, cold, brutal and merciless Alpha. Now was asks by her old pack for help of rouges she accept it because she wants to see their reaction from the abused and broken little girl into their most nightmare. Especially when the council temporarily combine two packs and the Alpha king who will be visiting their pack. Sit tight and lets dig to Atria's past on why is she so powerful.. Ps. Sorry if there are some grammatical errors , english is not my first langguage. i know its cringy and all but bare with me, anyways thanks for reading. 1 in #powerful 2 in #demigods 1 in #femalealpha 3 in #goddess 2 in #gods 2 in #king 3 in #mate 2 in #rejected 3 in #underworld

5 alphas of the werewolf school. 4 sexy, charming, and powerful Alphas and yet a weak one that had the strongest pack. My mate was one of the handsome alphas and the weakest alphas mate was my mate's girlfriend. He caged me in his room as hostage. Me In exchange for his mate, but my mate never came. He caged me......... And he also caged my heart.

Serenity Mae Anderson is a 22 year old that owns her own company, Anderson Corp., she has 5 year old daughter named Valentina Rose Anderson that she keeps hidden from the public eye because of her past and the danger it could bring. What happens when her maid betrays her and daughter gets kidnapped? Was she even kidnapped? Chance Alexander Russo is the underboss of the American mafia. He is 28 years old and owns a company called Russo Inc. he owns clubs, strip clubs, restaurants, casinos and more. People fear him because of the way he is ruthless, short tempered & mercy less. He is a playboy that will never settle down but is serious when it comes to work. What happens when he ends up saving someone? Will he keep his distance or be tempted? What happens when he feels the sudden urge to protect them? To change himself for her? ________________________________***__________________________________ "I want to repeat, in your ear I wan to tell you, as you do, there's no other" "do it like that, there, for you, for me" "Angle face, lips to kiss...it has something special that leads me to sin" "If something is clear to me, is that I am for you" "You and me alone" ‼️⚠️‼️STRONG LANGUAGE, MATURE SCENES, DRUG USE & VIOLENCE‼️⚠️ ‼️ None of the pictures I use in this story are mine

The first chance she gets, Corrine Whitman tries to escape from the man who abducted her. But when James catches her, she has to deal with his bizarre guilt trip. Doesn't she enjoy his company, the game nights, stimulating conversations? Doesn't she know how lucky she is to be taken by a caring man instead of a psycho? He tells her he can't live without her. He won't live without her. But Corrine has to get home to her father. So, she has a new tactic--earn James's trust and enjoy her new family--or at least pretend. If Corrine plays the game, she'll be given freedom to leave the house, just like other women she's met who were kidnapped. Corrine can't fathom how so many women and children are taken and live seemingly normal lives with their captors all across the country. But she can relate--she's one of them. Corrine plots the perfect escape. Yet, the more time she spends with James, the harder it is to leave. She knows she's suffering from Stockholm syndrome, but she is determined to save herself and the others. And if she escapes? Corrine knows no one has ever left alive-she has to be the first. (Cover graciously designed by @bluntpencils.)

⚠️ MATURE⚠️ This story contains strong use of language and mature scenes. If you are offended easily do not read. •.• I snuggled into the comfortable warmth of the fluffy pillow as I was eager to go back to sleep. The fan lullabied me into a hazy state. Suddenly, a heavy weight landed on my waist, pulling me from the tired daze. I leaned up in shock as my hands flung forward defensively to push whoever was on me off. With a strong force, my shoulders were shoved backwards and into the mattress. Grunts of struggle filled the room as we fought each other. The offender grabbed my wrists and held them firmly above my head with one strong hand. Sobs of terror escaped from my chest as a thumb caressed my cheek to wipe away the spilled tears. "P-please let go of me," I begged, trembling. "You are so beautiful." A man's voice spoke, his large hand leaving my face and traveling down my body to squeeze my pelvic region. "Stop." I screeched, my demand ricocheting between the four bedroom walls. The man growled darkly. "If you scream again, I will kill you." I nodded keenly in response to show that I would not challenge his threat. His hand slowly freed my mouth, testing if I would disobey him. He reached into his pocket. A knife, zip tie, and a rag were all revealed. The view made me realize that this could be my last chance to get help. If I did not call out right now, he would take me. I would not make it out alive either way. I let out a bloodcurdling scream loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood.

"Where the fuck is she?!?!" I yell at my men. They have to find her, I can't lose her. I see red and I want to kill everything and everyone that stands in my way. I punch as hard as I possibly can into the wall of my office. I feel the bones in my knuckle crackle and the wall shatter. Pulling my hand out of the hole that I've made into the wall. The raging anger inside me grows stronger when I can't find her. I need her to calm me down. To calm down the monster inside me. "She's gone, sir. We can't find her" One of my men tells me. He's shaking with fear. The fear he has of me. Taking my gun out of the holster of my belt. A loud echoing bang is heard as I shoot him between the eyes. His body falls down as crimson red blood begins to pour out of the bullet hole. I still feel the anger rise within me. I will find her, and I will not rest until I have her as mine.

She was found in the woods, abandoned by her family, at just the age of 1. He found her, and was besotted by her, at just the age of 4. True childhood sweethearts, Easton and Noelle were inseparable. However, growing a liking towards each other at such young ages comes at a price, especially when you are the future Vampire King. All residents in the Kingdom of Highland had heard of the news. A baby girl found, wrapped up in a baby pink blanket, in the mystic woods, by none other than their King. Under the spell of the tiny thing, all the Vampires loved and adored her. What they didn't know, was that she was a fox shifter. And not just any fox shifter, the only remaining one. She was a diamond in the rough, and everyone wanted her, especially since she had killer powers, the perfect weapon against all enemies. I guess you could say, the chances of her being taken, were inevitable. ============================================================ "My King! Over here, look!", the voice caught the attention of Alexander Mitchell. He carried his stubborn 4 year old son, Easton, who was determined to go with them, towards the voice. "Dad, take me to her! Please?" Easton pleaded, his father didn't know what he was talking about. He thought Easton had gone mad. After a few more steps, wails and whimpers were heard. Alexander quickened his stride, jogging to the source of sound. What he saw absolutely shocked him. His loyal companion, standing beside a small basket, and inside, a baby girl. He stood there, mouth agape and feet stuck. Easton struggled against his fathers hold, causing Alexander to place him on the floor. He ran over to the basket, kneeling down, coming face-to-face with the small girl. She had stop crying once she saw the small boy in front of her, causing him to smile triumphantly. "I finally found you."

He always knew what she was gonna do. He was always two steps ahead of her. Jenna had too many questions and not enough answers. As she sat on her bed, she began sobbing. She whispered, "There's no where to go."