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I Was A Runaway

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I paused, not wanting to repeat what had happened. My wrists were bruised and i had already been beaten. "No. Go on, kid. I wanna know. How exactly did you get here?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he circled my chair. A tear threatens to fall, but I refused to give him the satisfaction. He stopped in front of me after a few moments of silence, and reached for the knife in his waist band. As he sat down I took a deep breath and continued with my story.All Rights Reserved

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Here by Bwilli2003

⚠️ 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.

Nightmare Walk With Me: A Horror Anthology by TheFilmArchivist

Step carefully, dear reader, for the path before you is not one of comfort or safety. This is a journey into the unknown-a walk through the shadowed recesses of the mind, where nightmares dwell and reality contorts. There are no maps for this terrain, no guides to see you through. What you will find here are whispers of dread, echoes of the uncanny, and stories that crawl beneath the skin and linger in the dark corners of your soul. I invite you now to take this walk with me. But beware: once you step onto this path, there is no turning back. Your fears will take shape, your mind itself may betray you, and your footing-if you lose it-could lead you to places no light has ever touched. This is not just a collection of tales. This is your journey. This is your invitation to take the walk with me. If at any point you feel unyielding terror, a sense of daunting dread, or simply feel afraid, just remember... we warned you.

His claim by its_ms_maam

Warning ⚠️ ‼️‼️‼️this is not a happy ending book, the male lead in this book is evil to the end. Explicit mature themes, kidnapping, manipulation, bounding, tortured. This book is not recommended for readers under 18 and those triggered by any of the above. ... I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and before I could comprehend anything he tightened his hold on my throat, my mouth was already slightly open so he had the opportunity to shove a gun in my mouth. I tried to move back away from him but he tightened his hold and shove the gun farther down my throat causing me to make loud gurgling choking sounds, the taste of metal, fire and smoke spread into my taste buds causing me to gag, that's the same gun he had shot my father with. "Do you have trouble speaking? I'll help you talk my love, there must be something stuck in your throat?" He said shoving the gun deeper, by now the base of his pistol was pressed down against my lips as I choked loudly. I screamed and jumped in fright as he pulled the trigger. Nothing, No bullets were fired. The force of the gun shook my whole body. I gargled and shook my head no repeatedly, but he wasn't satisfied. he squeezed my throat and completely blocked my airway. By now I started panicking more as I could no longer breathe, what does he want me to say?? please just stop this. "I merry gyou" I somehow managed to gargle those words out hoping he hears them. My mouth tastes like metal and I could taste blood as well, the force of the gun being shoved down my throat scratched the inside of my mouth.

Ferocious Infatuation by toxin_spines

The breeze tickling my body was ice cold; I was stretched out on the ground, which had pointed stones mercilessly digging into my back, drawing beads of my blood Blinking my eyelashes rapidly to clear the fogginess in my senses, I tried to look around, but the blanket of darkness surrounding me didn't help I tried moving my hands, almost screaming when a sharp pain shot through my wrists which seemed to be bound with zip ties; panic flared through me when I heard rhythmic thumps of footsteps coming closer to my body Tsk tsk tsk, you look like an animal thrashing in its cage to get free when sensing danger I dreamed of bruising such smooth skin of yours in more than a thousand ways Sehrish A calloused finger closes around my chin in a firm grip and lifts my head; the darkness did a good job of concealing my abuser's face The angle made my body scream in agony "I asked one thing from you, just a thing, and you rejected me so bluntly that it bruised my ego, and now you just have to lay down there and face the consequences of your showcase of bravery" Something cold touches my cheek, and I flinch away from its cruel iciness The object digs into my flesh; a hiss comes out of me while the blood trails down in bizarre lines Spitting in the direction of the voice, I hoped that the saliva would fall on his hellhound face and say, "I was a fool to love a demon like you." 'Indeed you were because I never reciprocated the stupid feeling of so-called love, it made me sick to maintain the facade for so long, but now my patience is running thin.' He drops my chin and stands up I try twisting my body to maintain a far distance from his looming figure My struggles escalated when I heard the swishing sound of the pants zipper going down Stop, please stop, don't do this 'DON'T DO THIS. I SAID TO FUCKING STOP' *The Warnings: This book has dark themes, Read at your Own Risk*

REVERiE - the man with whiskey by pluieabeille

"Well, whatever you do, I'm sure it'll be great," he said, his smile lingering. "You deserve to have an amazing time." His words made me blush a little, and I was about to reply when I felt that familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I glanced toward the corner, where Mr. Whiskey Guy was sitting. Only this time, his gaze wasn't just lingering. It was burning. His eyes were locked on Mark, sharp and intense, and for the first time, I felt a real chill. There was something different about him now, something I couldn't quite name, but it sent a ripple of unease through me. I was about to look away, when he slowly shook his head at me, his eyes burning with something that looked closest to anger. It looked like a warning, and I froze, staring back at him, as he tiled his head, watching me intensely. The fuck? "You okay?" Mark asked, his voice pulling me back to the present. "Yeah," I said, forcing a smile. "Just got a little distracted." Mark nodded, his expression softening as he leaned a little closer. "Well, if you need a break or want to chat, I'm around." He reached out and lightly touched my hand, his fingers brushing mine for just a second, but it was enough to snap me out of the moment. Because across the room, I heard the sharp scrape of a chair against the floor. I looked up, my heart skipping a beat. He was now on his feet, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle twitch. His eyes, dark, angry, met mine for the briefest moment, and I swear the air in the room thickened. He didn't say a word, but it made me feel like I fucked up big time. Without a word, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him with a bang that made everyone in the bar pause for a second.

HOME [18+] by Meraki_Kri

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗳𝗲 =========================== He walked in and locked the door. "The only time you talk in this whole fucking week is to a little boy?" He walked towards me and started to remove his blazer and undoing his pants. "What are you doing?" I asked strongly yet I was internally trembling. "Fucking you" And with that he grabs me, turns me around, grabs my hands and pushed me down the table behind me. Before I could process, he lifted my dress, and in a second his dick entered my surprisingly wet pussy. He wasn't sweet at all. He was harsh and I tried to not moan so that I don't embarrass myself in front of others and so that he doesn't hear a voice from me. "The way people looked at you pissed me off so fucking much" I held on the table sides as he was ruthless on his thrusts and I started to cry at the pleasure and humiliation that was building up. "I just wanted to remove everyone's eyes" he said and I cried more. His thrusts were so hard that my legs lifted from the floor and were in air, my pussy was at the mercy of his dick. He bends over me and I felt a tear in my dress. He removed my hair from the back, and whispered, "Scream out loud, don't hide those pretty little moans from me, let others also know to whom does this pussy belong to" ======================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

Morana Barnes: Murderous Love by shadowed_bythe_dark

I froze in my place staring at him, my eyes going back and forth from him to the revolver he held in his hands. My heart thundered in my chest, tears immediately formed in my eyes. I was overwhelmed with fear as I stared at him and the evil look he held on his face. "Who was that May?" he asked. His voice was cold and dark. I didn't like it. His eyes were wide, a wild and crazy look met me as I refused to look away out of fear that he'd shoot me. "No one," I lied.

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝟏𝟖+ by shruwrites_

"W-What do you want?" I stammered, my eyes not leaving his gaze on me. "I want to prove you wrong." he smirks dangerously and speaks with his husky, deep voice. He took another step towards me and I took another step back making me collide with the wall. He hovers over me, his chest mere inches away from mine. He kept his hand on either side of me, caging me in his arms. He smirks dangerously and says, "That your body doesn't crave for my touch." He always does this, he intimidates me and then thinks I die for his touch. I would never allow his hand near me. Again. I grit my teeth and said "My body doesn't." He leaned closer to me, his hard chest pressing against my hardened nipples and whispered near my ear "Then why are you so nervous, rose?" He kept his mouth near my ear and his hand came on my bare legs. He slowly trailed his big, rough hands, making his way under my skirt. My breath hitched and he stopped mere inches from my core. No matter how hard I try to deny his touch, my body responds exactly the way he wants. My spine arched and my eyes snapped close. He breathed near my ear and whispered in his husky voice filled with sins, "No matter how much you deny, your body always craves for my touch, wife." ✤✤✤ Devansh Raichand, CEO of the top fashion label who only thrived for finding his father's murderer. But get his life tangled with Aisha Arora, an aspiring fashion designer, when he pays off her father's debt in exchange of marrying her. But what made him help her father? And why marry her? Just for the debt? or There's something more in this? But the most important, what will happen when fate decides to play its own cards? Will it wreck or strengthen them? ✤✤✤ !!HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! !!POSSESSIVE MMC AND FMC!!

Only His (mafia romance) by Baexwrites

He leans in, his breath ghosting over my skin, every inch of space between us collapsing. "Still pretending you have a choice?" His voice is soft, almost amused. My throat tightens, but I force the words out anyway. "I don't belong to you." A low, knowing chuckle rumbles through him. Fingers tighten around my chin, tilting my face up until I'm caught in his unyielding gaze. Cold. Calculating. "Belong?" he echoes, as if the word itself is laughable. "You exist because I allow it. You breathe because I haven't taken that from you... yet." Tears burn at the edges of my vision, but I don't dare look away. "Fight all you want," he murmurs, his grip unshaking. "Scream, beg, break-I don't care. In the end, little one, you'll learn. Because every part of you?" His lips brush against my ear, a cruel whisper of finality. "It's already mine." __________________________________________ A meaningless prank call caused this disaster, a series of deaths and misery. And maybe it was more than a prank call... maybe it was your loved ones, the people you least expect it to be, to stab you in the back. After all, they do say money changes a person. **18+** **DARK ROMANCE**

Obsessive Control ( Under publishing contract ) by Anzaiki

She awoke in darkness, lying on a back seat. The cold leather against her skin and the metallic smell of dried blood were disorienting. Whose place was this, now her prison? Her wrists were tightly bound, every movement tightening her captivity. He knew everything about her-every fear, every weakness-his obsession was unfathomable. All she could see were eyes, dark and piercing, staring at her through the rearview mirror. Those eyes seemed to read her thoughts, sending a chilling terror through her. It was clear: there was no escape. In this atmosphere, where madness and obsession intertwined, could a pure heart truly exist in such an abyss? Do monsters know how to hide behind the most innocent faces? ⚠️🚨TW: This story contains explicit scenes, harsh language, physical and verbal assault. It deals with criminal situations-please do not imitate, fiction is not reality! ⚠️‼️

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⚠️ 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.