Falling For Paul Spector ("The Fall" Fanfiction)

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On a night out you meet Paul, a 32-year old brown-haired handsome man.

You think he's a sweet guy but he's not at all.

When you meet his dark side, will you still want him or will you be scared off? What will he do to you?All Rights Reserved

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[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

He was ruthless, cold-hearted, the definition of fear. He had secrets. She was strong-minded and independent but gifted with the warm heart HE lacked. ................................................................. Rosa Anderson was an inspired writer, living alone in a little apartment in the city of Brisbane, Australia. However, where she was in her current job was at the bottom of where she wanted to be in the future. She was a secretary of a big company, where she assisted editors and writers with their administrative needs. She was great at her job, sharp, agile and on point in her work, to impress the big bosses so she could one day sit in their seats and be the writer she'd dreamt of being. But there was one boss, one boss in particular, that she could not impress. The new boss came and bought the company, alongside many other side hustles he had. He was known to be shut off to the world and any man or woman who came onto his path. He was heartless and an absolute prick of a man that no one favoured, but he was good at business and business alone. ALONE HE WAS. He was nothing like the open books he read and published. He was a closed book with a past he could not escape. His name was Alexander Pearson.

|18+| "Enough is enough," she said to herself. "I'm going to ask him out." Getting up from her seat, she walked over to where he was seated. "Um, hi! I was wondering if we could grab some coffee and maybe hang out sometime?" she asked nervously. He turned to her, a sense of darkness and danger emanating from him. Her body went on alert. "You shouldn't be able to see me," he said with a smiling like a Cheshire cat. . . . "I scratch and bite" she warned "You'll crawl and beg too" he smirked. . . . The Ripple She hardly has time to breathe, much less dream, considering that she is juggling two difficult jobs. One face, nevertheless, sticks out in the midst of the chaos of her daily subway rides: a mysterious guy whom she covertly refers to as "the subway hottie." His mysterious presence becomes the high point of her daily routine-a secret joy. However, one day, with an unusual burst of courage, she dares to break the silence between them. What starts off as a brief connection quickly develops into something forbidden and thrilling. She has no idea that this seemingly random meeting will upend her meticulously planned life in ways she never could have predicted. The Echo He had to grow up too early after being born into an uncertain circumstance and found refuge and survival in the shadow of an underground empire. From a street-hardened recruit to a trusted enforcer in the family's inner circle, what started out as a desperate decision quickly turned into a way of life. However, trust is brittle and was destroyed the day he discovered a cruel betrayal that left him bloodied and drove him to flee. His only goal now is to exact revenge, and The Nemesis is his target. But his well-laid schemes fall apart when she gets in his way. His icy determination starts to soften for the first time, and he has to decide whether seeking vengeance is worth losing the one thing he never thought he deserved-her. 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬

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"Please... leave me" she whispered while trembling, tears spilling from her eyes as he stood so close, trapping her against the wall. "Why, love? Did I hurt you?" he asked gently. She nodded no. "Did I shout at you?" he continued tucking a tendril of her hair behind her ear.Again she nodded no. "Then why, love? Why do you want to leave?" he said, resting his forehead against hers.His breath was hot on her skin, and her body seemed to respond, craving more. "Just see how your body wants me..." he whispered, sealing his lips over hers in a deep, possessive kiss. 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄 A 27-year-old enigmatic mogul, commands a vast business empire that spans industries and continents.His name is synonymous with power and wealth, yet he remains an elusive figure, shrouded in mystery. No photographs of him exist, and he never appears in public, cultivating an aura of intrigue and fear.Whispers of his dark methods and ruthless tactics circulate in hushed tones, painting a picture of a man who thrives in the shadows, commanding his empire with an iron fist. 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 A 24 - years-old, is an acid attack survivor whose face tells a story of immense adversity, with one half bearing the scars of the attack and the other half remaining unscathed.Despite her remarkable academic achievements and stellar qualifications, she faces a relentless struggle to find a job.Potential employers see only her scars, disregarding her talents and capabilities, making her feel invisible in a world that judges by appearances.Her story is one of resilience and brilliance overshadowed by superficial judgments. What will happen when his eyes fall upon this little bird? Peep to know more. 18+ #2 Virgin Male ( 04/05/2025) This story contains mature themes and Torture and Murder Scenes. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's alre

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[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

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