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His Slave

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Reads 80,262
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Parts 11
Time 52m

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Have you ever had that feeling that someone is watching you? You can't explain the feeling, but you just have a strange hunch. It's that feeling that someone is breathing down the back of your neck and watching your every move. 

*This story isn't appropriate for all readers. Some very dark things are in this story. If you are sensitive to stuff like depression, kidnappings, etc, please seek help. Talk to me if you want to. My DMs are always open.*

*This story is fiction, I just took a teacher that I thought was creepy and made this whole dramatic FICTIONAL story.*All Rights Reserved

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The Mystery Guy Next Door by bookaddict567

The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Bed of Nails by Bluedragon95

"Get out," I said in a firm voice, but it shook a bit at the end. The muscles in his jaw tensed when I said that. Instead of getting out, he closed the door and started taking calculative predatory steps toward me. His eyes moved all over my length. My heart started to drum fast. It made me take a step back until my back was flat against the wall. "I said get out," I repeated, trying to sound firm when he was only a step away from me. He stood in front of me with his hands in his pants pocket. "Last time I checked, I still own this place," he said arrogantly in his deep voice, which made me want to sink into the wall. He stood in front of me. "But it's my workplace," I breathed out when he cut an inch of distance between us. His body was not touching me, but my body still twitched as if his calloused hands were moving all over me. I lowered my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, but my heartbeat raised when I heard steps coming towards us. "Someone is coming. Go from here," I found myself pleading. The steps became louder as if the person were just a few steps away from opening the door. I don't want rumours to be spread here. An evil smile formed on the corner of his lips looking at the distress on my face. "I'm not afraid to be seen with my wife," he said in his deep, low voice, sending shivers down my spine. My eyes snapped towards him in anger. I know he was doing this on purpose because no one here knows we are married. Why is he breaking the deal?

Under The Wolf's Moon by SlicingSilver17

I was running, it was dark and there were tress everywhere. My long dark wet hair flying everywhere, it stuck to my face covering my eyes. I remember seeing a movie like this once. There was this girl and she was in a city and she was running from someone and she looked back to see if he was still chasing her and she tripped and fell. The guy got her and she thought he was going to kill her. I had always made fun of those girls cause if you were being chased you wouldn't look back you'd keep running. The ground was wet I could feel my feet sliding. I turn my head just enough to see if the creature was still behind me, I tripped over something hard and I fell to the ground face first. My eyes were closed but I could feel as if something or someone was behind me chasing me.

Unlikely by art_lovin_ary

I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

"Different" | X Reader (Blind) by missversatilequeen

••• (Your P.O.V.) ••• Three years ago, I lost my sight in a car accident. Both of my parents were killed in the process, leaving me parentless. I was only 17 years old. Now it's three years later. Doesn't even seem like that long. I'm done with high school. I am now 20 years old, living the rest of my life as a blind person. It isn't easy. Anyways, I stay with a close friend mine. She takes care and looks after me. I also have another close friend. A friend named Charley. Charley Brewster. He's a few years younger than me. A high school student. He lives across the street from me two houses down. I've known him for years now. He has a girlfriend. He often checks on me to see how I'm doing, keep me company, or if I need help with anything. I consider him a good friend. We often talk to each other on the phone late at night before he goes to sleep for school in the morning. I get lonely when he's gone. One night, I stop by Charley's residence. I've had word from Mrs. Brewster, his mother, that a new neighbor was visiting for the evening at their home. She invited me over, and I obliged. Then I met a man. A strange man. I felt something off about this stranger. Something... Abnormal... Then Charley claims that he is a vampire. I didn't know whether or not I should believe him. Eventually, I did. He warned me to stay away from him at all costs. That I did. Overtime, this 'vampire' stranger got too attached to me over the next few days. As if he had already known me. I tried my best to avoid him, but the man kept bothering me. He didn't leave me alone... However, one night, quickly turned into Hell...

The Hot Professor ✅ by Romantic_stories123

The Hot Series (Book 1) Story Of a Mysterious Professor, a girl full of life and Mr. Stranger. ***** He is not just kissing me, I'm feeling like he's telling me how much he loves me through his soft and gentle kiss. His hands travelled down my spine and grasped my waist. He pulled me closer until no space left between us. Our chest rubbed against each other, arousing our desire. I can hear his heartbeat against my chest. He's taking my breath away from me and giving his breath to me. He's stealing my soul with my breath. **** He gave me a grin as they all student left, I averted my eyes to show him my fake anger. He strolled to the door and shut it close. "Sir, what are you doing?" I asked dramatically as he locked the door. He turned around, his lips drawn up into a naughty smile. "I need to spend some private time with my student." He's sauntering to me, gazing at me, having desires in his bewitching black eyes. My heart started racing, only with the thoughts of what he'll do to me. I'm excited to spend some time with my Hottie Professor in the classroom. This is making me excited. I'm looking at him in anticipation. "But your favourite student is still angry with you." I turned my face on the other side as he reached in front of me. "Then her professor has his own to pacify his favourite student." He cooed, holding my chin with his thumb and finger. As he turned my face to him, I pouted angrily. "Oh, really? So what are those ways ?" I sassed, removing his hand from my chin. As he abruptly grasped my bare waist, I shivered because of his touch. He lifted me from the floor and made me sit on the desk. We gazed into each other eyes passionately in utter silence, the only sound we could hear is our heartbeats. He started coming close to my lips, gazing into my eyes fondly. His warm breath caressing my face. Warning : This story will be hot and romantic.

Someone Is Watching Me? by dishakamath

Did you ever felt that someone is watching you? I know it is a stupid question. You are not even a living being, then how can you feel? Right now, I'm so desperate that I can't even tell you how I felt when I realised that someone was watching me. But is it even possible that someone is watching me? You know, mom always used to tell me that Mumbai city is the safest place in our country. I always felt the samething, but since yesterday, I'm scared and feel so stalkerish. I cannot even tell my mom what happened with me and I can't even tell this to anyone, because it creeps me and it scares the hell out of me. I never felt like this before because I thought no one really cares here. Moreover, to be honest it is true. There is no one cares about anyone. Infact, I always thought no one would even look at me. Because I'm not beautiful or even sexy. Hell, I'm not even slim like any sexy slim ladies, then why anyone will be interested in me?

Hunted and Abducted by Forbidden_secrets_

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Kidnapped by cherryberrychng

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IT'S HE by Perlina25

Our teacher has been missing for a few days, and the police have already come to the school several times to ask questions.I'm worried. The teacher has always been kind to me, almost like a mentor.When I got home, I told my mother about the situation. She gave a slight, almost distracted smile and said reassuringly, "Good people always find a way out."I want to believe that's true. A person like our teacher must be fine, wherever they are.But the next day, I made a chilling discovery: our teacher was in the basement of my house. Bound tightly, with clear signs of abuse all over their body.I didn't even have time to figure out what was going on.Just then, my mother came home.

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The Mystery Guy Next Door

The strip of leather made contact with the skin on my back. The burning pain soared and I had to grit my teeth so no noise came out. I've lost count. I can't even remember the number of times he has brought the whip down onto my back. The burning sensation cooled and for a few seconds I thought the torture had finished but my thoughts soon came crashing down. Instead of being mauled by the whip, I heard a crunch as the bones in my torso were crushed by a heavy booted foot kicking me in the side. I grunted in pain. I had been in this cell for God knows how long and it was now probably some time in the evening. "Trying to be clever are we?" His voice booms out, his voice makes me flinch. "That's what you think smart ass. But I was trying to protect her." I replied back. I shouldn't have said that because moments later I'm kicked again in the side; this time so hard that I can feel a rib sink into one of my lungs. I fly towards the opposite wall in the cell, landing on my back. The specks of dirt and dust dig into the deep cuts on my back making me suck in a quick breath. I grunt and try to get up onto my feet but I feel a firm grip on the base of my neck. Before I know it, my feet are no longer touching the ground and I'm struggling for air. This is it. I'm dying. It's all over. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED