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⚜Some secrets are better hidden.⚜

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After a lifetime of moving, Imani's parents have promised her this is the last. She would be relieved, but they've moved to no-where USA. A town named Evansville; isolated, boring and population: tiny.  

In a place so small, her last two years of high should be easy and unremarkable. But as things start and continue to go wrong, Imani soon realizes there's more to Evansville that meets the eye. And it's ugly.

When you're trapped in a tiny town, boxed in from all sides and under constant surveillance what do you do? Buckle under the pressure? Or become just as twisted at those around you? 

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"Yeah, I just love being locked inside all day, not allowed to see my parents and wondering if I will ever get to leave this godforsaken town again. Honestly, what the fuck do I have to be grateful for!" My hands shook with anger.

"Put down the gun," he commanded.

"If you don't let me go, I'm going to kill you." My grip on the gun trembled, but I tried my best to keep it steady. "I swear, I won't hesitate to shoot you."

His voice was chilling. "Are you nervous?"

"No, though you should be."

"Shoot me then Imani." His eyes were still a calm sea blue. This was all him. "Don't go back on your promise."All Rights Reserved

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Bound By Darkness by HeAVetNotARookie

Imani's life was perfectly ordinary. She had a steady job, a cozy apartment, and a routine that brought her comfort. But everything changed the day she accidentally bumped into a mysterious man. Sylus keeps to himself and only talks to people when it's necessary. He rarely even steps outside, so how in the heck did he end up following Imani? ____________________ Sylus' eyes glowed a dark red, and he walked up to me, pushing me against the wall. "You're so damn naive, so fucking bold. You really got some nerves even saying shit to me right now." I crossed my arms staring into his heartless eyes. "since I'm such a weakling, what are you gonna do about it? Prove this weakling wrong you lil bitch!" Sylus wrapped his cold hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall, squeezing slightly. "My patience is running thin with you." I gasped grabbing his hand, "y-...you're a coward." I choked struggling for air. "just go ahead and kill me already." I looked into his red eyes and couldn't see anything but the heartless person he was. He smiled running his other hand down my thigh, "I'm not gonna kill you, but there are other things I can do to you instead." He groaned close by my ear. "It'll either make you scream." He whispered, separating my legs with his thigh. "Or cry," he said slowing pushing his leg up between my thighs. "Or moan." He growled, pulling me against him as his leg jolted up, hitting my sex. I bit my lip muffling a whimper, "Sylus...let me go." His grip tightened on my throat, "I don't think I want to. You've been a rude little brat. I think you can take a little more, don't you agree?" He asked pushing his knee further up. "Ok..." I whimpered. "I-...tch s-sorry."

Crushed •|COMPLETED|• by baebie_fae

Everyone has their little fairytale which they believe will come true someday. Hell, they all have that itsy dream they hold on to just for survival. But for me, I had hell on earth. Every part of my life was a deceitful act of kindness.. Or at least I felt so. I found myself in the midst of the devil who deprived me of breath as he scanned me to see if I was actually worth it. If I was worth a try...the risk..his bosom. Twisted in love, hurt by the one I looked up to, I found myself vulnerable to basic bullshit. How in Hell's name do I get rid of the flaws in my life just to be like every normal girl? Just to be someone's "only one?" "I really don't want to meet anyone" I half smiled to the blonde girl who sat beside me taking a sip at her whiskey. "Hey, it's me. Quinn Adams, your bestie. Don't say no to me. I got a Friend who's dying to meet you" she smirked turning to her side. My eyes met his sharp intimidating eyes. There he was again, draining me of my color and very existence. "Come on, he's been waiting" she dragged me by the arm, heading for the bar. Quinn's drunken state caused me to bump into him in a fuss. "I'm so sorry" I said quickly said as I felt my mouth go dry at his bad boy demeanor. "It's fine, mind if I buy you a drink?" He offered with a smile. That was it. With that smile, I was lured into the lions den, waiting innocently to be devoured. All false hopes darling....

Our Fatal Failings (Twisted book two) by BurntWitch

Imani is free. Hidden in the confines of a large city with the two witches she escaped with, she hasn't seen trouble in four years. Life is normal. She goes to school, has a boyfriend and dreams of the day when she can stop looking over her shoulder all the time, (if it ever comes). Four years later, constant worry still eats at her as she can't help thinking about the day that he might show up at her front doorstep. Jonah is winning. Battle after battle, front after front, his army is pushing forward, winning, taking towns and cities without anyone even knowing what was happening. There hadn't been a true Werewolf king in thousands of years, but he would be the one to unite all the packs and claim the land as his own. There only remained one problem. His queen was still missing and the push to grab the land past the Mississipi has been slow. But he won't stop, not until there's a crown on his head and his mate by his side.

The Poisonous Melaina by syriacax

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Double Standards (Part 1) by nikkihershell

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Imani's life was perfectly ordinary. She had a steady job, a cozy apartment, and a routine that brought her comfort. But everything changed the day she accidentally bumped into a mysterious man. Sylus keeps to himself and only talks to people when it's necessary. He rarely even steps outside, so how in the heck did he end up following Imani? ____________________ Sylus' eyes glowed a dark red, and he walked up to me, pushing me against the wall. "You're so damn naive, so fucking bold. You really got some nerves even saying shit to me right now." I crossed my arms staring into his heartless eyes. "since I'm such a weakling, what are you gonna do about it? Prove this weakling wrong you lil bitch!" Sylus wrapped his cold hand around my throat and pinned me to the wall, squeezing slightly. "My patience is running thin with you." I gasped grabbing his hand, "y-...you're a coward." I choked struggling for air. "just go ahead and kill me already." I looked into his red eyes and couldn't see anything but the heartless person he was. He smiled running his other hand down my thigh, "I'm not gonna kill you, but there are other things I can do to you instead." He groaned close by my ear. "It'll either make you scream." He whispered, separating my legs with his thigh. "Or cry," he said slowing pushing his leg up between my thighs. "Or moan." He growled, pulling me against him as his leg jolted up, hitting my sex. I bit my lip muffling a whimper, "Sylus...let me go." His grip tightened on my throat, "I don't think I want to. You've been a rude little brat. I think you can take a little more, don't you agree?" He asked pushing his knee further up. "Ok..." I whimpered. "I-...tch s-sorry."