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𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀

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𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀: 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝒉𝑖𝑐𝒉 𝒉𝑒 𝒉𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑠 𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒.

/Fug·gi·tì·va/
Adjective.
-❁ Someone who tries to save themself or has recovered their freedom by fleeing.

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For five years, I was treated like nothing but a piece of meat, objectified, and treated like less of a human.

 I was held captive against my will in that damned room, unable to feel my lungs fill with actual air, completely desensitised.

Places like that change you. You forget how to breathe,  to think, or to live. You are no longer the owner of your mind and soul. Your body is no longer yours.

The only thing you can do is endure the abuse, but now I'm free. Thanks to a man I barely know or trust.

He wants me to help him, help him get even, he claims we are a team now, but he still has secrets, so many secrets. When I look at him, I know he's as troubled as me. If I knew any better, I'd stay away from him, but I can't. 

He's my saviour. Will I be his?
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-The Law- by mojoxn

When I was 9 I was kidnapped by someone dangerous, ever since then I vowed to myself I wouldn't let bad guys like that roam around the earth freely. 17 years later I'm now a lawyer and you guessed it, who is indeed prosecuting criminals. My father had left the mafia to keep our little family safe when I was born, but the real question is can we ever escape something were born in? My name is Isadora Morano and this is my story. The story of how the villain got the girl ----------- "Here I was thinking I would have to carry you down here myself" I say in a gruff tone "I am not hungry, I had a huge croissant and I don't need you-" "Sit down and eat before I come over there and stuff the food in your mouth, last thing I need is an outsider commenting on how thin you look as if being starved by me" I glare at her, we hold the gaze before she finally gives in. She walks over to where her plate is, which is to my right and I watch as she plops onto the seat making sure to show a little immaturity.

Aurora | ✓ by itsnina2356

Cover made by: @_navyblueee_ I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

Hers by shadowbookshelf

Book 3 of the 𝕱𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖈𝖑𝖚𝖇 series {Standalone} 𑁍 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖜𝖊 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖓 𑁍 𝕷𝖔𝖑𝖆 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞 𝕷𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖙𝖙𝖊 is a sweet, kind, and reserved young woman whose only wish in life is to be loved. However, her childhood begs to differ, and as she comes of age, her father decides to marry her to the most psychotic man. Two years later, Lola manages to escape from her arranged marriage and have a new start. She has experienced enough pain to make her despise the world, but she still has one dream... Love 𝖃𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖊𝖗 𝕬𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖘 𝕲𝖆𝖗𝖈𝖎𝖆, by the mere age of ten, he became a killer. By the age of sixteen, he became the don of the Spanish mafia. By the age of twenty-seven, he is considered the most cold-hearted and cruel don to ever exist. With enough blood on his hands to paint rivers, he has no weakness. Until her. 𝕰𝖑𝖎𝖏𝖆𝖍 𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖟, born in blood and drowned in sin, is the underboss of the mafia. There is nothing but sarcasm running through his veins. He has the looks and tattoos, but most importantly, he packs a punch. He never desired love. Until her. 𝕹𝖔𝖆𝖍 𝕱𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖝 𝕻𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖟, also known as Diablo, is literally built for sin. Ruthless, heartless, and merciless. He only has three interests: cars, blood, and blackjack. Until her. Lola has all three powerful men wrapped around her little finger. But with power comes danger, as does her own past. Making her a target. But these men will go to any length to keep her safe. Because she is theirs and they are hers. ⚠️There will be violent and explicit content in this book. Recommended to readers 18+⚠️ ❗️I don't own any of the photos. I just made the aesthetics.❗️

The Karma Project by knikole_

Today I want to die. Not because of anything in particular or specific, but just because the utter thought of ceasing to exist sounds devastatingly euphoric. To make the noise stop. To stop this stabbing pain in the lowest pit of my stomach that's causing a burning sensation that crawls all over my skin, making me want to peel it off. To stop the guilt that festers every time I take a breath-- an oxygen thief. To stop the constant urge to detonate over anything and everything that dares to love me because in all-- I could never deserve such an honor. Today I want to die. For the longest time, I thought I was just unlucky. That sometimes life doesn't work out for everyone, and for people like me; things just never get better. I had settled into the life of being unlucky, reveled in it, and found comfort in knowing that no matter what; I would just be categorically unlucky. That was until I realized luck had nothing to do with it. It's karma. It's the idea of what goes around comes around, and what goes up must come down. Didn't some philosopher speak to that once? However, it isn't my karma. Well it wasn't at first-- somewhere down the line after all my wrongdoing I'm sure it has switched to mine. But I am the poor soul stuck with my father's karmic retaliation. The karma that he deserves has been thrown against me as some sort of sick cosmic joke-- I'm sure he'd actually celebrate and feast on the fact that once again, he still gets to hurt me even from his grave. Too bad I killed him before he had the chance to see. *Book One in the Karma Duet. Book Two is now in progress, titled: The Karma Study*

Sheriff ✔ by Djaaley

New to the small southern town, brown-skinned Evalyn Brown answers an ad for domestic help. Enter her new employer, the disagreeable and decidedly white William Davis, who works for the town's police department. As time progresses, their relationship to each other, their small town, and the people who inhabit it changes. In the mid-1900s in a place so easily described as backwards, change can very rapidly become a dangerous friend. x He said nothing but continued to approach, and I started backing up, my hands in front of me to create space. He advanced until I had nowhere to go, and the stories of southern Negro women being lynched, beaten, raped, and on swirled in my mind. There were some battles to fight, and this was not one of them. I just wanted to appease whatever angry beast I had stirred within him and go back to my role as his quiet housekeeper. "William, I - ." Idiot! His whispered name slipped from my mouth before I could stop it. Today was the worst possible day to mistakenly call him by his first name. I closed my eyes as tears escaped out their corners. I didn't want to watch whatever was going to happen next. "Look. At. Me." His words were a constrictor that wound around my neck and tightened. His heady, hot breath fanned over my face. I opened my eyes and peered through my tear-blurred vision. His orbs were almost black as onyx, but tumultuous and frightening. He studied me and my pulse thudded deafeningly in my ears. "I want you to stop." His voice was low and threatening.

Melancholy by ruani_writes

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

EVE by Katty_0149

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Allure by Rosies_Prose

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His Dark Mercy by Amethyst_Moonn

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-The Law-

When I was 9 I was kidnapped by someone dangerous, ever since then I vowed to myself I wouldn't let bad guys like that roam around the earth freely. 17 years later I'm now a lawyer and you guessed it, who is indeed prosecuting criminals. My father had left the mafia to keep our little family safe when I was born, but the real question is can we ever escape something were born in? My name is Isadora Morano and this is my story. The story of how the villain got the girl ----------- "Here I was thinking I would have to carry you down here myself" I say in a gruff tone "I am not hungry, I had a huge croissant and I don't need you-" "Sit down and eat before I come over there and stuff the food in your mouth, last thing I need is an outsider commenting on how thin you look as if being starved by me" I glare at her, we hold the gaze before she finally gives in. She walks over to where her plate is, which is to my right and I watch as she plops onto the seat making sure to show a little immaturity.