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A Vow of Ruin

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Octavia Torrance

He is my hunger, my love, my obsession, and my addiction. He embodies everything he despises and loathes, cloaking his torment and darkness in black clothes, thinking I don't see. But I do. I see everything. He hates me, yet he can't leave, can't escape. Soon, he will be mine completely, and I will become Grayson. I erred in forcing him into this union, but soon he will beg for the chastity collar around his neck. All I want is to shatter him into a thousand pieces. Then, I'll gather those fragments, forcing them to fit against my own fractured heart. It doesn't matter if they don't align perfectly-I'll fucking make them fit for me. I'll make him fit for me, whether he wants it or not. 


Will IV

The woman I can't stand is about to become my wife, whether I like it or not. I thought that if I kept my distance and focused on others, she'd lose interest and move on. But I was wrong. My actions only fueled her determination. Now, she's taken my ring and put it on her own finger, a constant reminder of her hold over me. She won't relent until one of us surrenders or we both break down. She drives me insane. She asked me, "What would you like to do with me?" I wanted to tell her I want to leave my marks on her, I want to destroy her, I want to embed myself in every part of her mind and body so that she'd be ruined for any other man but me and become perfect for me. But I also want her to disappear from my life. Instead, I stayed silent, letting her interpret things in her own twisted way. She's a pirate, and I'm the lost treasure she wants to dredge up from the depths of the sea. And I feel myself drowning, just letting her have what she so desperately wants.All Rights Reserved

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The Boy Next Door by AaliyhaWrites

𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐡 - One could say that I'm a failure - that I'm nothing but a nuisance, or that I'm a criminal that deserved to be behind bars - And honestly, I couldn't give two shits about what the next person could think of me. I'm what they call a survivor. Risking, and doing things that no 18 year old kid should be doing. So yea, I could care less about what people could think of me. So why was it that when this 𝐠𝗼𝐫𝐠𝐞𝗼𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝗺𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝗺𝗼𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 looks at me, do I want to hide my harsh cold world. To keep her at bay from who I 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 am. But I wanted her - 𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲, but nothing good would come from ever loving me. 𝐈𝗺𝐚𝐧𝐢 - He was quiet, laid-back and a 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 asshole. Yet, I just can't seem to get him out of my mind. He has that certain . . . . aura about him. One that I'm awfully familiar with. I needed to save him before it was too late - before I 𝐥𝗼𝐬𝐭 him too. His eyes always seemed to draw me in. It's like he was calling to me - as if he 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 me, as if he 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 me. I wanted him - badly. I wanted him so that I could hold him. To be the one to help him stitch all his 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 and just maybe . . . He could help me fix mine too.

My Genius Mate by FantasyComeToLife

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War of Praisers by BelovedDarkStranger

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His Rockstar by kaylin_fwrites

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