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Control freak [18+]

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Reads 11,142
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Parts 17
Time 2h 44m

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In which the impurest soul loves the purest soul.
  
  He's the most dangerous man to ever live, he's older, he has anger problems, he's killed and he doesn't love, yet he finds himself falling for one woman.
  
 Anthea, a born and raised Christian, doesn't know anything about relationships, and isn't sure if she even has time for one, with new problems popping up left and right.
  
Can a Saint love a sinner?
  ___________
  I look up, terrified of him for the first time.
  
  I had never seen him this mad.
  
  "What part don't you understand Anthea?" He growls, pushing his hands under my dress.
  
  "I'm not understanding anything at the moment so make me understand. " I whisper.
  
  His hand goes to my face, grabbing it firmly, before bringing his lips inches from my ear.

"You think you can make me jealous with that kid? Well your right. I wanna fuck his touch out of your memory" he whispers into my ear, running his hand over my collar bone, where berry's necklace was before he snatched it off.
  
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  Still under heavy editing, so a lot won't make sense!!!All Rights Reserved

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The Deadman ✔ by whoscountinganyway

DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.

Our Written Memories by cramsy69

"Hey, calm down, flower I ain't gona hurt ya." My heart skips a beat as I feel my face heating even more. His eyes fill with worry, and His voice is deep but steady, which calms me down for some reason. But it made me tremble in ways I couldn't understand. I wanted to get near him but wanted to run as fast as I could at the same time. My head stayed down the whole time, and my wet hair still stuck in many directions. "Leave me alone." My voice was low and cracked; I felt vulnerable and wanted to hide. I didn't want him to leave me alone, but I was scared of what he was doing to me. I wanted to get away. His hazel eyes stare into my soul, the room's sounds filling my head. "Now why would I do that little flower?" _____________________________________________ Shes just an 18-year-old girl. She's lost, confused, and, most of all, lonely. Life at home is not so great. She was stuck inside the same walls with no escape. She's had enough of it. One day, her mother has had enough of her, and she kicks her out for no reason. She was confused and lost, with no one to help her. Two days later, after her mother kicked her out, she felt something she never felt. Pure hatred toward her mother, she didn't understand. Until she meets a man? They shared many thoughts and memories. For once, she has a friend or maybe more. What will happen? What secrets will she find out? Maybe life outside of the house is not as bad as she thought. Or perhaps it is worse. TW!!!: This story will contain graphic content such as Abuse, Mental disorders, Violence, sexual harassment, Death, Maybe smut in the future, I doubt it, Cussing, traumatic scenes, and abuse of a child. Please do not read this story if you can't handle this type of stuff. I will NOT be adding any trigger warnings in any chapter. If you like it please vote it would mean a lot:))

𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 |𝟏𝟖+ by prettylexXoXo

"𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥" ---------- "Are you here to use me too?" Heaven asked, her fist clenched at her side. This was reality-her reality. "I'm here to take care of you, angel," Scar replied, his eyes tracing over every imperfection she loathed. But everything she hated, he loved. She despised the way he made her feel. She didn't deserve to be loved or cared for; she was just property, something men could own. Heaven had spent her entire life in pain, passed around like she was nothing. She was owned, bought like any item on a shelf. That was her life. Her reality. But the day finally came when she was set free, only to face new challenges. 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 -------- -WARNING- sexual scenes Language Mentions of abuse Drugs 18+ Trauma - READ WITH CAUTION- ⚠️ if any of this is triggering please don't read/ or not comfortable with⚠️ (UPDATES ON SUNDAYS!!) ‼️WILL BE REWRITING!!!!‼️

The Honest Liar by lylah_paige

He just stood there. Looking at me. The way I had reacted had put him in a state of shock. "I... I um," Every word I had learned from pre-school to now had just flew out of my mind and left me speechless. "I should go." I could tell he could barely hear the hurtful words I had just chocked out of my mouth, but I didn't care. Not anymore. I walked away. Fighting back tears. I drove all the way to my house and when I got there I fell against the cold wall. What had just happened? All I knew is that I wasn't able to think straight. My mind was clouded with memories of him. I shook my head trying to forget everything that was involved with him. But I wasn't able to forget. These thoughts were a part of me now. He was a part of me.

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DIABOLIC SERIES 3 All my life I've lost my breath. It would happen over the simplest things, if I stretched too high to catch a ball, lifted something for too long, if I sneezed, if I talked. Other times I would loose my breath because I had a panic attack, or was yelling or being yelled at, if I was exerting myself on a physical level. Having the wind knocked out of me is a familiar feeling. But I didn't truly know what it felt like to loose the air in my lungs, loose the feeling that has kept my alive my entire life. I didn't loose it when I fell in love, I didn't loose it when I found out one drunken night with the girl I love would mean a baby, I didn't loose it when I found out that I'd actually be a father. No, I lost that when she told me that she doesn't love me. When she spit in my face how much she can't stand me, how I've ruined her life, that she doesn't want me in any aspect. I'm not her 'type' whatever that means, seeing as she quite willingly had sex with me. Her saying this made this ugly, lonely and depressing thought hit my diaphragm. Violet Thompson is carrying my child. And she despises me for it. The way I came to this conclusion was simple, Nonnie- -that's what I call her, since her middle name's Noel and I wanted something to call her that if I shouted it in the middle of a crowd, only she would turn to and know it's me- -told me that all she wants is someone there. A father for her baby, a physical presence. Not a mind, personality. Not a person. A body. A shell. I've been a dead man walking. And I was that shell, was just a body... until I found him.