It started with a simple cry for help. One pain struckin Day. Maybe a swim, Maybe a dive. No, a life saver. Her deepest darkest fears. Where open to the world. But he was there, He was her. Savior.

I'm not good at writing story descriptions, so please read the prologue directly. warning:- This story is very emotional and contains domestic violence. If you're not comfortable with this type of content, please feel free to skip it. I don't want any negative comments about it. AnuSeenaians, please stay away from this story.

STORY 3 If he was a tornado, she was a hurricane. The problem was though, they both loved the feel of the rain.

Armani ,a girl with nothing to lose, tries to drown herself in the ocean after a attempted assault but when the ocean has something else in mind her world takes a turn for the better

Fantasy short story with images Seraphina's wing gets injured and she is stuck with the mud-dwellers. Can her human friend help her return home before war breaks out?

Book 1: Savior. So please read that first. :TRIGGER WARNING:PLEASE READ: trigger warning I will not give any further warning it ruins the atmosphere this story will have topics for a mature audience such as possible lemon rape death slight Gore cursing and is recommended for 18+ or you may read at your own risk, Disclaimer: I Don't own Markiplier/Darkiplier Jacksepticeye/Antisepticeye and NONE of the Artwork or Photo's are Mine they are off of a Public Domain such as Twitter/Facebook. Thank You ♡

[completed] ⋆ Fight or flight? Jo chose flight. Literally. Ran away from the man who abused her and got on the first airplane to 'far away'. She ends up in Venice Beach and that's where she finds out there's still fight left in her. She ends up finding strength, hope, and love. ⋆ [amazing cover made by @LACannon]

I was a new girl in school and I noticed a boy being surrounded by bullies. I had a strong feeling in my chest and went to save him. That feeling in my chest will never go away once we became closer. Highest ranking: #332 in Romance (Completed)

I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.

This is a follow up story to the first part of "Let The Storm Rage On." I hope you enjoy.

"what would you do if a mermaid washed onshore?" his dad would ask. "let her take me away."

Within her was the rising wave of memories, bowling over in violent tides, trying to crash through the barrier she had built over the years. She could feel the force that shook the restraints, leaving her almost breathless. She won't let it happen. The bang intensified, shaking and nearly spilling. She held back, pushed back, her fist tightening. What roared inside her was the need to breakdown and the need to remember a dark past.

For jalal, walking into his office shouldn't have given him any cause for concern. He owned his own business and took pride in the work he did. His suit was pressed. He looked every part of the dominating man that he was. The receptionist smiled at him. He knew she wanted a piece of him. Most women did. At thirty five he wasn't looking for a casual relationship. many women to accommodate him. He never mixed business with pleasure, and there would be no way he'd take a woman from the office home. His tastes ran to the extreme, and he liked to keep his private life private. Ignoring the woman, he moved passed the visitors' area and went straight to the elevator. Briefcase in hand, he stood alone as it travelled up to the top floor. The doors opened. He stopped. Standing outside the elevator door stood a woman. Smaller than he, she would only come to his chest. She didn't look at him. Her eyes stared at the floor. Jalal felt like he been punched

He was standing so close i could feel his body heat through my thin dress his cologne clouded my mind and my senses were drowning in everything that was him. Large hand cupping my chin i think nothing of it until he pulls my bottom lip down. "Youre a long way from home...arent you sweetheart?" Or that fic where the bad guy finds someone who understands him... Somewhat

Meghan Polinsky was excited to see her long distance boyfriend of four years when she took her trip to Brazil. All that hope was squashed as soon as the pilot announced that the plane was about to crash. You know you will die. No one comes out alive from a plane crash right? Not to mention she didn't expect to be stranded on a raft with a undeniably sexy stranger... Throw in a bitter old man, a doe eyed little girl, and a silent little boy, as they try to help one another survive. The endless life changing isolation and trauma they just endured they will never be the same... They need one another as a raft. Not to just float above all the sharks but to make it out alive and keep one another sane. ••• "Lucas's strong hands pulled me up and I sat like a lifeless doll in front of him. He gave me yet another blank stare then turned, once again, to the water as if it was actually entertaining him. I felt frustrated as I huffed loudly to get his attention. He turned to me still with his bone-chilling stare. It was a cold stare but I still found my safety in it oddly enough. I stared at him blankly getting lost, forgetting why I came over here. I sat there as the raft slowly rocked back and forth. "Need anything?" Lucas said seriously. ••• Highest ranking: #1 in raft #1 in surviving #1 in trauma #2 in intense #3 in tearjerker Started: 3-17-19 Finished: 12-30-19 WARNING: MILDLY INAPPROPRIATE LANGUAGE AND THEMES

Outer Banks Fanfic by BloodyWritingPen I started coughing, JJ rubbing my back as I kicked my legs out in distress, "hey, is she okay?" "Yeah, she just needs to learn how to swallow." I looked at JJ as the girl turned away with a knowing smile on her face, "I already know how to swallow." He smiled and I smacked his arm taking another bite. . Loving Sunshine by BloodyWritingPen On Ao3 with a reader pov and Oc- ongoing

While on a ship with your friends, you fall overboard. You try to stay afloat but you are quickly submerged under water and lose your breath. But then you are awoken by a hand gently caressing your face. You open your eyes but the person who saves you ran away. Only you didn't know where.

~ This Story Is The Sequel To The Jacquees Book, "Secretly Prgenant". ~ Before You Read This Story, I Would Suggest That You Read The First Book. Other Than That, Enjoy The Story And Make Sure To Comment, Follow, And Vote. ? ~ Feel Free To Read My Other Stories Too ~

This is a story about life, finding oneself in unfamiliar territory, losing those we love, staying together with those we love, growing up, hardship, and above all else, finding a way through. Stay strong, dear reader, there may be rough water ahead. **** It is important to note that there is disturbing content in this story. I am not a woman, and I do not presume to know all the hardships a woman may face. I do not intend this story to take away from real stories, nor do I intend to make myself seem somehow righteous in telling of the hardships of others, even in a fictional sense. I only wish to acknowledge the cruelty in this world, and the reality of the suffering of those who suffer, who are hurt, who are victims.

He nibbles her ear softly and he says to her, 'Your odour is too good' ( he inhaled heavily) she closes her eyes and didn't open them, 'Open now sweetie' he mumbles in her ear, she gradually opens her eyes she saw his wildly luminous eyes. She asks him 'Do you love me? ' he closed his eyes and says 'Yes I love you ' within a second she hugs him tightly, Then she opens her eyes she notices his dress colour altering from black to white. She's amazed by seeing this and raise her head to inquire him. But abruptly her vision was dimmed. Warning: This story contains brutality.