Saved: Deviant Saviors Series
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The experiment.
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.Complete
winter episode 2
winter has been saved by 6 gorgeous men will she be able to handle their secret?Complete
A Kiss that Burns everything
He didn't just touch her - he unmade her. He came out of nowhere. No past. No mercy. No reason for how her body burns under his gaze. Every dream leaves her aching. Every brush of restraint has her silently begging. He keeps pulling back, like he's fighting some inner beast. But she knows - he's starving, and she's already half-claimed. She doesn't know what he is. Only that she wants him. Even if it destroys her. Because he's hiding something. Something that could tear her apart the moment he stops resisting
𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝘽𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎; 𝙃𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔
Wherever there was a handprint, there was a nickname. For (Y/n), it was on her neck with what she considered to be a strange nickname. She assumed that when she first met her soulmate, she'd be killed off. Just another dead body at somebody's hands, so she did what she felt was logical by always covering it up, not letting anyone see it. For her soulmate, the handprints were on his forearms, a nickname written in black placed across them. He didn't mind them, but always kept them covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. One night, their lives collide, which will soon lead to them being changed forever.Complete
Love of Enemies
One vampire. Four wolf shifters. A fate we can't escape. ✨Complete!✨ I'm a heartless, blood-sucking bitch, and proud of it. Always alone, kicking ass at my job, just how I like it. Until Fate, another heartless bitch, saddles me with not one mate-but four. To make matters worse, they're all wolf shifters. My least favorite kind. And the topping on this shit salad? One of them is the Alpha Elect of the entire Southwest and knows how to make my borrowed blood sing. But despite my violent protests to their love, there's another party pulling strings, and I get a gift that just might change my outlook on life. Forever. ***** This a prequel, setting things in place for an upcoming dark PNR Reverse Harem series-Vegas Paranormals. VERY SPICE. ADULTS ONLY! 🔞Complete
To Hell
She was supposed to get better. He was supposed to disappear. They were all supposed to forget. But nothing stays buried forever. Especially not the kind of secrets that leave teeth marks. In a city built on silence and sin, five broken strangers are dragged back into the orbit of a man they thought was dead. Each carries their own trauma, their own rage, their own crimes. Each one marked. Each one watched. Each one chosen. There's the therapist who weaponizes grief. The girl who survived and became the monster. The boy who turned pain into poetry-and then into war. The cult leader who doesn't believe in forgiveness. And the one with blood on her tongue and no name left to pray with. A list has surfaced. And their names are on it. Crossed out. Carved in. Waiting. This isn't a love story. It's a reckoning. A spiral into obsession, violence, memory, and manipulation. Read it only if you can handle: Therapy sessions that turn abusive. Confessions that turn deadly. Love that turns into a knife. You've been warned.Complete
They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.
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