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C'est l'histoire d'un mec qui vivait paisiblement, se débrouillait pour survivre dans son nouveau métier même s'il n'était pas au top de sa forme dans ce boulot, il persévérait quand même . Mais le jour où tout a commencé à aller pour le mieux il se fait arrêté pour un crime qu'il n'avait pas commis et suite à cela il fut condamné à une peine à perpétuité.
Comment fera t-il pour s'en sortir ? ...ou du moins s'en sortira t-il ?All Rights Reserved

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HIS MUSE (COMPLETE) by Knight_Of_Xiao_Ren

28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind you, she already had 8 grandkids! Not only that, one of Mew's fuck buddies visited him at the office and demanded that he gave more attention. Like fucking hell! Mew had too much on his plate. He was sipping his coffee while staring down looking at the busy intersection from his office when he saw him. He was a tall kid in a school uniform. Mew wondered how old could he be. The young man was talking on his phone when he laughed in total abandonment. His handsome face simply lit up. That brought a smile to the brooding Mew that morning. The young man's smile was contagious!! Since that day, Mew would leave his house early so that he could catch a glimpse of his muse. He would cross the intersection early in the morning and cross it again when it was time to head home Mew guessed. The young man unknowingly had made Mew's days better without even knowing of his existence nor significance. Then, one day Mew noticed bruises on his muse's face. He could not help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Who dared mar that beautiful face? Nobody could lay a finger on HIS muse.NOBODY!

The Diary Of A Teenage Girl [COMPLETED] by siennafreyja

Being a teenager is tough, and that's before you factor in the boys, jealous exes and developmental issues. -------------------------------------- "Hello? Who is this?" I asked. Silence replied my question. "Hello? Is anyone there?" I was about to hang up but then a quiet whisper came through the other end of the line. "Stay away from him." "What? who? Who is this?" Fear started to creep into my voice. "Just stay away, I don't want to have to do something drastic." Their voice was cold, sending shivers down my spine. "Who is this? Who do you want me to stay away from?" The other end was silent. "Hello?" I heard two consecutive beeps then looked at my phone; the call had disappeared, almost as if it had never happened. -------------------------------------- Mei has wished she was normal all her life. Getting bullied as a kid, mocked for falling over all the time, has left her trying to avoid as much sport as possible. Although, despite being dyspraxic, she still couldn't escape PE lessons, even when she got to Sixth Form. One PE lesson, she falls over in front of her crush and he offers to teach her to kayak. She has mixed feelings about participating in a sport after loathing them so much. Mei soon realises there's more to worry about than being clumsy, though, when her crush's ex brings herself into the scene.

Skylar ✔ by sheluvsfictionalmen_

❦ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ❦ "Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me. This cocky fucker. "How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me. "You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the activity you were doing." His conceited tone and expression gives out no apologetic form. The nerves of this guy. "You should be the one apologizing for almost making me a murderer." He gestures his fingers to me. I scoff sarcastically. I'm not gonna give him the satisfaction of letting his words anger me any further and cause an unnecessary reaction. "You know what? I was actually thinking you'll be at least decent enough to apologise but I was wrong." I state calmly to him with a shrug. He doesn't reply but a flash of hurt runs through his eyes. I had nothing more to say. I turn around and started making my way back to my car. I don't spare him another glance before pulling out of the driveway. He may look like a forbidden creature, that can cause unholy thoughts to occur in someone's mind and body but I feel no effect, cause he's a total asshole. I guess people here are not as nice as I thought. ~~~~~~~~~~ After Skylar decided to start off on her own with the intention of leaving everything behind and starting over, she had no idea that decision will come with too many surprises. Not only did she begin reliving her past, but she comes face to face with it when she met Weston Whyte. •Ranks• #1 in Sumt #1 in Amusement #1 in Past-trauma #1 in Skylar #1 in Rider #1 in Adult-content #2 in Cheesecake #3 in Strangers to lovers

Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*

BAUtifully Broken ☑️ by Dragon_T9

"Look, Mr. Hotchner, Agent Hotchner, Hotch, my brother is dead, we've dealt with it already, I have a life, people I need to take care of, the last thing I need to do is throw my family into any unknown water anytime soon bringing this back up," I say, increasing my speed. A hand grips my arm, the same way my mom did Friday morning, causing me to wince and stop my jogging. Hotchner lets go but stares at me, then my arm, noticing the fingerprints left by my mother. Shouldn't have worn a sports bra. "What happened to your arm?" he asks, pointing to the bruise. I look at it then at him, "I work at a club Agent Hotchner, people aren't very nice when a pretty lady says no," The lie falls out so easily it almost makes me laugh. "Right well, that's another thing I want to talk you about, Maddison Crawford?" he asks, raising an eyebrow. I let out a small chuckle, "Took you that long to find out, I mean, my southern accent ain't that good," Hotchner rolls his eyes, waving for me to follow him. "Hotch, I have to get home, I came out for a run, not to talk about my dead brother," He pauses, turning to me, "Tatum, we need to talk, it's serious," I shake my head, "Look Agent Hotchner, I don't care, and that's not just teenage arrogance its facts okay, so your a profiler take a hint, I didn't not open my door because I wasn't able to," #1 FBI

BEAUTY IN THE BEAST by rky_shaz

BLURB: She fell and rose again minus her heart. She had lost her life and her breaths tainted her future. She knew it was wrong that HE was wrong but who was she when he had made sure she would be his whether she liked it or not. He was the pakhan and she was his twisted little obsession but his past was tainted with the same malicious fingers as hers but he would have her. She was his. She just did not realise it yet and well let's just say he was not that interested in informing her prior to his plans. What will happen when the secrets of the past will be unveiled? Will she forgive her tormentor? Or will the tormentor again torment her past?

Mad Love *Loïc Nottet* by Silv3ra

-------------------------------------------------------------- Be warned, I wrote this years ago, so it's not very good and might be a little cringe. I will be restricting the story because I still think the concept of the Fic is still fun and engaging. Read at your own discretion! -------------------------------------------------------------- What if the sweet Loïc we know became something different. Maybe like a world known robber?... Well this is basically that. Many year ago I had a similar dream and so I decided to write this story. Loïc is still the same sweet boy who finds the reader interesting and so their story begins. It just so happens that his life is a bit more exciting and dangerous. The reader gets dragged into it and who knows how the story will end. -------------------------------------------------------------- Story started: Nov 27, 2018 Story finished: Dec 09, 2024

"Almost Green" by NUmaker

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

"Of Wolf and Man" by NUmaker

Throughout the past few months, Cellinia Texas has found herself the object of a Sicilian bunch's sick and perverse joke. They accused her of severe oversteppings in the clauses of her daring severing of ties, noting that for someone who apparently doesn't want anything to do with Siracusa anymore, she sure does love killing her ex-compatriots for sport on the side. Indignant by the false allegations, she falls down a spiraling staircase of murder head-first, tumbling down into the palms of lurking conspirators. But Lungmen's spotlight shouldn't be solely focused on her, should it? No, it shouldn't. And it's not, for this isn't a story about Texas mindlessly killing Siracusans by the dozen. It's not about the abhorrent reality of organized crime, It's about coming down and climbing up, about scaling the ladder of life without clambering like a blubbering fool. It's about you, Andrew Reiff. It's about you, fixing what you've shattered. About starting anew, even if in her world, not yours. It's about shaping and shifting, turning your meek self into something useful, for a damsel in "distress" needs someone to extend a helping hand! And that's all you have anyway. Just one, very eager hand. Continuation of "Almost Green" :D (this one will actually be happy, TRUST)

The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess ( SAMPLE ) ✓ by butterfleoge

[CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, #2] [Formerly known as *Possession: The Game of Clubs*] 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 What is worse than being forced to marry a man you've never even met? I'll answer it. Drinking with a man who's off-limits and sleeping with him just to prove a point. Plus points, if he's not the man you're supposed to marry. After one drunken mistake with the enemy, I swore to never entertain him again. But the next time we met, things turned a little too hot in the bathroom. He was the enemy, one I should've known better than to involve myself with, but I couldn't resist his unbreakable allure. His need for me kindled a spark that made me lose control and forget who I was. Sex was not the only reason. It was the way he softly whispered sweet words into my ears and the way he held me. It was the intensity with which he looked at me and made me feel desired. There was one tiny problem. His marriage was in four months. To the woman who called me her friend. 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐎 They say there's pleasure in tasting the things you cannot have. Forbidden passion has its own mind when deep-rooted inside someone. I never knew the depth of these words until I saw her-the woman desired by many but touched by none. She was the brightest pink rose in a sea full of white ones. She was covered in thorns, a boundary only I dared to cross because I had nothing to lose. Only, she wasn't mine, nor I, hers. Every moment we spent together reminded us of the reality meant for us. Some sacrifices are made for the greater good, but what good comes from leaving behind the one thing you never had and have finally found? She surrendered herself to me. Body and soul. Until the end of our agreement. So what if one of us wanted more in the end? What if the one was me? CONTENT WARNING (CW): This book contains depictions of violence, abuse, trafficking and other darker themes, along with sexual content that may not be suitable for some readers. 18+ reco

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HIS MUSE (COMPLETE) cover

The Diary Of A Teenage Girl [COMPLETED] cover

Reaping The Red Heir cover

BAUtifully Broken ☑️ cover

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Mad Love *Loïc Nottet* cover

"Almost Green" cover

"Of Wolf and Man" cover

The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess ( SAMPLE ) ✓ cover

HIS MUSE (COMPLETE)

28 years old Mew was having a bad day. First, his business deal that he had painstakingly been working on for the past 3 months had gone down the drain. Meanwhile, his mother had been bugging him to settle down because she wanted grandchildren. Mind you, she already had 8 grandkids! Not only that, one of Mew's fuck buddies visited him at the office and demanded that he gave more attention. Like fucking hell! Mew had too much on his plate. He was sipping his coffee while staring down looking at the busy intersection from his office when he saw him. He was a tall kid in a school uniform. Mew wondered how old could he be. The young man was talking on his phone when he laughed in total abandonment. His handsome face simply lit up. That brought a smile to the brooding Mew that morning. The young man's smile was contagious!! Since that day, Mew would leave his house early so that he could catch a glimpse of his muse. He would cross the intersection early in the morning and cross it again when it was time to head home Mew guessed. The young man unknowingly had made Mew's days better without even knowing of his existence nor significance. Then, one day Mew noticed bruises on his muse's face. He could not help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Who dared mar that beautiful face? Nobody could lay a finger on HIS muse.NOBODY!