BIG CHANGES AND EDITING TAKING PLACE - BEAR WITH ME SOME THINGS MIGHT CHANGE This is a FAN FICTION if you do not want to read the fiction version is on my profile The greater the power, the more dangerous the abuse. They say that when you fall ill, you can't imagine how it had felt to be fit and healthy again. The memories disappear and all that you are left with is the pain and the feelings of being helpless, like your life is merely just hanging on the edge of a thread. If you compare it, I felt like that after the year of abuse I had endured, I couldn't remember how it felt not to be hit and shoved around. I couldn't remember how if had felt to not be covered in bruises or to have scrapes and cuts that sting. I was frightened every second of every single day. I feared what I would have to say, each word would be like gasoline to the fire that would inevitably explode sooner rather than later. At first, I loved him, I would gladly jump in front of a bus for him, but when the love-struck puppy disappeared and my vision was no longer clouded by sweet gestures and expensive gifts, I saw him for who he truly was. A cold, heartless man that thrived off the hurt and anguish of others, and when I finally discovered who the person I fell in love was, it was too late to leave. Skye Talbot was nothing near a normal girl. Her 'boyfriend' was part of the town's most dangerous and feared gangs. She didn't know how she got dragged into the lifestyle of drugs, sex and crazy fights, but she was starting to get used to it. Little did she know it was soon to all change. A mysterious group of five boys come to the school and turn it upside down. Turning them into the ones others should fear. When one of them takes an interest in her, all hell breaks loose between the two gangs. Who will she choose? Whose lives would be risked in the process?

Before I knew it my shirt was torn away from my torso and tossed on the floor, Charlie's doing the same. Our kiss intensified and I felt him groan against my lips. I swear to god, this boy is making out with me like his life depends on it! And that's when reality punched me in the gut... the words 'this boy' kept running through my head over and over again until it got through the thick fog of vodlka and whatever else was in those stupid drinks. I, Ace Loughty, was kissing a guy. A fucking guy. A fucking straight guy named Charlie Simmons who of course had to be one of the most popular dickheads in Meadow Ridge High. I am so unbelievably fucked. ----- 17 year old Ace Loughty was never one longing to be in the spotlight. In fact, he craved the exact opposite: being left alone. When Ace was 13, the tragic death of his younger sister Eleanor caused him to rapidly gain popularity and pitiful looks. He hated the attention. All of a sudden everyone wanted to be friends with the dead girls brother, they'd promise Ace he would never be alone that they would always be there for him, which he of course knew was untrue, they're all just hungry for attention. Sometime later the school moved onto other drama and gossip, things started to die down and people finally left Ace alone. He moved on with his life, convincing himself he was over Eleanor's death and as quick as the whole thing started, he returned to being lonely, weird, quiet nobody Ace. Just how he liked it. That is until 4 years later when he found himself sprawled out on a bed. With Charlie Simmons hovering over him. Charlie Simmons who was kissing Ace like he would die if he ever dared to stop. Which was all too true. Without kissing Ace, Charlie was as good as dead. *WARNING*: This story will contain themes of severe depression, suicide, abuse and somewhat graphic depiction of self harm. If any of these things may trigger you please rethink reading this story!! Started: January 21st 2020

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INEFFABLE (adjective) too great to be expressed in words Trigger warnings now added * unless stated, the triggers aren't described in graphic detail * most of the triggers range from one sentence to 1-3 paragraphs Please feel free to tell me if I mislabeled triggers or if I need to add certain triggers

He stared down at me with those cold dark eye's. Backing me up against the wall with his hand pressed against my throat he growled out. "Do you know the ways I could kill you? The things I could do to you babydoll? I'll ask you again, what did you see in my black bag?" Through tears, I stammered out. "N-nnothing. I saw nothing" Giving me that malicious smile of his, he spoke in that deep Italian accented voice "Good answer Laney, good answer". Finally letting me go, I placed my hand to my throat where his hand had burned into my skin, and watched him leave me standing there. Little did I know that when I robbed him as a prank it would change my life forever. LIttle did I know he harbored dark secrets and was the rising Italian mafia boss. Little did I know he would become so important to me. Little did I know that London Harper would own me heart, body, and soul. What the hell was I thinking. I came to this small southern town strictly for business, yet managed to get robbed by some college girl. If it had been anyone eles, they would be dead before the sun set, but I can't bring myself to harm her. She has become my obsession. I eat, breath, sleep Laney Valor. Wanting so bad to whisk her back to New York with me,to live the normal life for once, but how can I corrupt the soul of this innocent beautiful girl. She knows nothing of my darkness, nothing of the mafia lifestyle. Torn between what's right and what's wrong, I leave her behind, but this wicked women seems to keep popping up in my life in the most unexpected ways. Laney simply won't disappear. Let the corruption begin..... 🚫 Warning: This is a dark romance. Intended for mature reader's.

Little did I know that a knock on my front door on a Wednesday afternoon would turn my life upside down. It would change everything. Had I have known this ever-so-useful piece of information beforehand, I would never have opened the door. In actual fact, I would have made sure I was as far away from it as possible. Unfortunately I don't happen to possess mind-reading powers, so therefore, the knock on the door came. And the one person who would singlehandedly destroy my life and make me question everything I've ever known, appeared. Right in front of me. He was RIGHT there. And there was nothing I could do. _______ Mature themes & some coarse language.

Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over