Damaged ||A.Irwin||
- Reads 415
- Votes 4
- Parts 4
WARNING:THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC,SEXUAL AND ABUSIVE SCENES,VIOLENCE,STRONG LANGUAGE,AND MATURE THEMES THAT MIGHT TRIGGER DEPRESSION OR SADNESS.KIDS AND CHILDREN UNDER THE AGE OF 15 SHOULD NOT READ.
"Police open up"!I heard,the pounding on the door and beating of my heart were at the same pace.I looked to Calum as I felt the cold,crisp metal blade press into my neck deeper but not breaking skin.He mouthed the words" Don't you dare" at me,and as I stared into his hardening gaze with those hazel green eyes I knew that this was it...
All Rights Reserved
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
|| 𝕤𝕞𝕙 ||
I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face once again. Moving my head as far back as I could, I tried create some sort of distance between us. He lowered his head to try and match the level of mine. "Now... Tell me what you were doing there." He said in a low voice demanding some sort of answer. He looked directly into my eyes which made me want to look away but also not break eye contact. He yanked me forward, our faces still only inches apart, almost bumping. Warnings; This story contains swear words, descriptions of violence, suicide, emotional and psychological content, abuse, rape, LGBTQ+, grammatical errors and spelling mistake's.Complete
𝒪𝒻 𝐻𝑒𝓇 𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒 ║ Calum Hood
[Includes strong language] I've seen many days like this, children running on the hard cobblestone shouting, "I need a doctor! My mother has not but two more days to breathe!" As their hot tears streamed down their porcelein, thin faces. Humanity was dying, the world seemed as if it was reaching the end. My parent yet, had not fallen ill, but they did not have anything to support me. Right as the sun rose from it's hiding, a knock arose, pounding on our oak wood door, "You lads cannot supply this scag of food any longer." The tall, broad, Scottish guard took ahold of my thin arm. A dirk was visually attached to his vest of armor, "But she's too old to be taken to the orphanage, 18 in December she'll be!" My mother tried to reason with him, "We know of her age, lassie. We taken her to the castle that holds Prince Calum, sure she'll find plenty of work there." Before my mother could say another word, I was torn from her touch. The guards held tightly to my forearms, I was too weak to fight. Every breathe of air felt compressed, they weren't wrong in a way, my family had not but scraps to feed me every day. They shut the large iron door, attached to the large crate I was placed in, "I reckon Prince Calum will have fun with her." The same Guard chuckled devilishly.Complete
Innocent// C.A.L.M
fem!mikey innocent!mikey top!luke dominate!luke shy!calum fem!calum dominate!ashton Michael walked up to the front door his hands shaking in pure fright. His mother had enough of his acts, the way he was different then someone else. All Michael had imprinted in his mind was the last words his mother would probably ever speak to him, "Get out, you're a waste of space! you aren't normal and you DON'T belong here."Complete
Taunting the Stalker
He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"Complete
Safe Haven || mgc
"What's that?" The boy quickly brought his hand to the girl's cheek, softly brushing over the purple skin, determined to not hurt her. But she still winced slightly under his touch. "Nothing." Her voice sounded broken and scared when she pulled away quickly. She didn't want to face him like that. The boy's expression softened immediately, his eyes full of worry. "Was it him?" "I tripped and fell down the stairs." "Why don't you leave him?" When she looked at her best friend, with so much sadness and concern, paired with anger for the boy who caused her all this pain, in his eyes, she felt her heart shatter. "I love him." He shook his head slowly. "No, you don't. You love the idea of him." [Trigger warning: this story contains talking about triggering topics, such as abusive and toxic relationships.] #1 in toxicrelationship #4 in michael5sos #10 in 5sosfam #12 in mgc #14 in 5sauce #16 in 5sosfanfiction #38 in michaelclifford #43 in bands #53 in 5sosfanficComplete
Haven ♡
Sneak peek⬇️ "He looked damn hot right now. His greenish hazel eyes, staring into my eyes... his messy hair falling forward as he leaned over me... his muscled shoulder stretched as he had my hand pinned over my head. "Are you going to kiss me or do you plan on staying over me like this for nothing?" I blurt out. His lips curled in a smirk. "If that's what you-" I honestly didn't wait for him to finish as i pulled my head up and pressed my lips over his. I closed my eyes feeling him. He tightened his grip on my wrist before he put pressure on his lips. My head leaned back on the bed. He bit my lips and i gave him full access to my mouth. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach going crazy..."Complete
I could feel his hot breath fanning over my face once again. Moving my head as far back as I could, I tried create some sort of distance between us. He lowered his head to try and match the level of mine. "Now... Tell me what you were doing there." He said in a low voice demanding some sort of answer. He looked directly into my eyes which made me want to look away but also not break eye contact. He yanked me forward, our faces still only inches apart, almost bumping. Warnings; This story contains swear words, descriptions of violence, suicide, emotional and psychological content, abuse, rape, LGBTQ+, grammatical errors and spelling mistake's.
More detailsContent Guidelines