Is This Love?
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I'm not sure how or when all of the abuse or neglect started, but my earliest memory of the past was asking one of the maids if my parents loved me. I was about 5 or 6. I'm not completely sure how old I was at the time, but I was very young.
"Of course they do, sweetheart!" The maid said in a sickeningly sweet voice. I remember the maid's name was Elizebeth, but she let me call her Lizzy when my parents weren't around. Her hair was a caramel brown and down to the waist. Lizzy's eyes were a light blue with dark circles under her eyes from being overworked. Even though Lizzy worked for such terrible people and under harsh conditions, she was always kind and sweet to me. The other maids weren't so lucky. She would hit them in the face with the end of brooms if they looked in my direction or tried to help me.
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Finding Purpose (+18) ✔️
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Rejected at first sight
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On Her Knees [UNFINISHED]
[THIS STORY IS INCOMPLETE AND IS UNLIKELY TO BE UPDATED] "I will never fucking kneel for you," I hiss at her as she smirks at me from her obnoxiously large bed. Her brow raises and I can see through her eyes that she's thinking about a lot more than she's saying. She bites her lip as her eyes look up and down, fixing on the low neckline of my dress she forced me to wear that pushes up most of my cleavage. "We'll see about that," she innocently says back with a tender smile, getting up from her bed to walk over to me. Whenever she walks her hips sway so much. It's enchanting but I need to resist her advances. The last person that was caught with her was dead a few minutes later and I don't want that fate. Her hands slam against the wall either side of me in her attempt to be intimidating but I quickly flip her round so that her back is against the wall and her arms are pinned above her head. She gasps and begins to struggle against my hold, determined not to let me dominate her. She's used to bossing people around but I want to give her a taste of her own medicine. "Not used to submitting to someone else, are you, Princess?" I whisper in her ear, holding her still beneath me. "I can change that. I'll have you kneeling for me within the minute." "You wouldn't dare," she spits back. "Would you like to bet on that?" **** Alruna would prefer to stay in her village but her wishes are left unanswered as she's forced into the castle to become an obedient servant but her spirit isn't so easily broken. Especially not by a spoilt and demanding princess that understands nothing beyond her palace's walls.
Invisible Scars
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All The Queen's Monsters (The Queen's Slave, Book 3)
Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.
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She's My Curse
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Unintentional Passion
Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.
I was scheduled to die in less than 24hrs from now. And the person who conspires to put me out of my miserable life is the one who put me through hell. His hell. My husband. I didn't mind dying. I was rather happy to finally get this thing over with. You know, get over life. But just when I was ready to rest in peace, I met her. Her beautiful blue eyes glittered with tears bringing light to this moonless night. The cold breeze brought a shiver to her fragile tiny body. She looked nothing less than a porcelain doll, delicate and clean. But she scared me when she looked at me with hope. Hope to save her. I laughed at this naive little girl. How was I to save her when I couldn't save myself? Nevertheless, I extended my hand for her to take, and with some hesitation, she wrapped her whole hand around my one finger. First time in my meaningless life I felt a spark. Spark of life enlightened in me with her one innocent touch. She made me want to live a little while longer with a small innocent promise, holding me tight to live with her, for her. Cover by @Aphroditelivid
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