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I've been held in cage for about more then half my life. I am now 18 been here since I was six. So that is twelve years I have been in a cage only leaving to use the bathroom. I have never been outside since I was taken. Only thing I do is get abused and raped no other way to put it. Until they brought a girl named Aubree in. The one thing ever keeping me sane was hope of finding my mate. Then when I finally do I find out he is married and has son. What will happen now.
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Contractual Obligation. (Editing)
Due to my infuriated state, I drove like a mad man and almost got into trouble with the authorities. Fortunately I solely got a slap on the wrist, perhaps the cop that had me pull over was having a great day. Instead of going home, I drove past my house, and headed straight to the bar. The intention was to drink my problems and the rage brewing inside of me away, but I actually fought and annihilated the demons that tempted me to drink alcohol again. I got home late, and peculiarly I wasn't famished but my wife had cooked so I felt compelled to eat. "Is your hands not working or something?" She asked, after I ate and left the plate on the sink. "You want me to work them on you?" I asked, headlessly. "No stupid. I want you to wash your plate after eating." She gritted her teeth, folding her cute hands into fists and if I wasn't so mad at her I would've found it stimulating. "I have a wife for a reason. She's able and willing." "Bullshit!" She sneered. "I'm assuming the plate is still dirty then?" "No." She lowered her voice. "So what is your fucking problem?" I asked, firmly. "My problem is you having shit to say to me yet choosing not to say it." she crossed her amrs, her gorgeous face painted with anticipation. That's when it dawned on me that my wife was gorgeous to me, no matter what state I was in. Literally and figuratively. "Fine." I took slow steps towards her. "I don't know if you've noticed but I don't have anybody. My dad is a dick with herpes, my best friend is a dick intoxicated idiot, and I cut my brother off. I guess I may have been a dick too to a certain extent. My point is that you're my only ally and I can't afford to have you as a weak link." I concluded sternly, and tears started streaming down her face, making me want to take a steel knife and shove it in my chest.Complete
Before The Rebuild: The Prequel to Rebuilt
Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.
You took what is his now he's coming for you
My name is Knuckles because I will destroy you in a fight. I am the VP of the Wofe MC. I was overseas fighting for our country and just got out of the Army. I was returning home to the club when I received a phone call from my President who is also my brother Chain. He asked how far I was from the club. I told him a two-day ride. He said. You need to hurry home. I could hear there was something he wasn't telling me. Chain, I said what aren't you telling me. The club was attacked 20 minutes ago. They got your woman, Hammer's woman, and Bears woman. I said I will tell them in the meantime you all find out what you can so we can move when we get there. The guys asked what pissed me off. I told them about the club being hit and that our women were taken. I said whoever did this took what was mine and coming for them.Complete
Devotion
The long awaited sequel to "Submission" is here. BJ and DJ are all grown up. They've focused on the pack and finally have found their mate. But she's not so sure about being anyone's mate. Can they find out her past and help her find her way past it and into a happy future with them? Excerpt: What caught my senses, made my eyes sharpen, my wolf go on alert, was the young woman who had just arrived. She hugged my sister and was already smiling and laughing as she greeted others. Beautiful, like lightning to my brain. Captivating, the entire world seemed to brighten with her in view. Damn, I thought, who was she? I'd never gotten this reaction with a girl ever before. Why was she so different. With out thinking or making a decision I walked slowly but with purpose. The rest of the world fell away until it was just her. Even through the den of noise, the onslaught of smells, I could hear her wonderful laughter and smell the subtle sent of Rose from her. Was it lotion, shampoo, maybe perfume? I wanted to wrap her tight in my arms and bury my nose against that delicate neck. I'd inhale that smell deep and let my wolf roll in her smell. As I got closer that rose smell gave way to her natural scent. I was only six feet from her now. Her back was toward me. Thin shoulders, tiny waist, perfect hips, nice round ass, legs on display since she wore very short shorts. I recognized that shifter smell. She was a lioness. They were kick ass and had courage to spare. As she was laughing it suddenly hit me why she was drawing me in making my pulse run like she was an aphrodisiac. Only one reason for so immediate and strong reaction. She was my mate. Warning: Contains relationships between people far apart in age. Also contains references, and sexual scenes between family members. References to mistreatment from parental authorities.Complete
Raped, No Teacher You Can't Help
" Don't make no fucking excuses!. What did you tell Mrs. Dawson?!" he asked pulling out his whip "No.. nothing father" I said studdering " 5 whips for lying... She called here and said you needed a ride and something about your ankle.. I want you to stop faking! pull down your pants and panties now" he said sounding disappointed.. " But father I promise you I didn't tell her anything! I swear to you!" I said crying. " Justin and Dustin come hold her down please!" Father Avery said to them.. And that's what they did.. They pulled down my pants and then panties.. Father Avery Struck me with the whip 5 times .. making me bleed with each hit.. I couldnt move after he was finished I just laid there crying.. " No food for 3 days. No talking to anyone. No looking at anyone. If I hear of anyone of those things. I'm killing you. " He said walking away.. I cried as I barley made my way to my room . I laid in bed on my stomach as I ache. I couldn't move.. I ran me a hot bath and laid in it for a while but that didn't help. There was no help for me.. No one wants me here on earth Why won't he kill me?!.. I don't deserve to live any longer. I laid in bed and cried myself to sleep .. 3 days without food.. I'm going to starve . Just a few more months and I can be out of this place. After Killing Her Mother In A Car Crash 17 year old Bianca Father Abandoned Her. Now A Family Of Powerful And Cruel people are raising her. They Beat And Rape Her when they please. but a new teacher. is in town and trying to help Bianca, but there's one thing holding mComplete
Alpha mate
(Warning I wrote this when I was 12/13) My mate is the Alpha the only problem is I'm human. I've just escaped from my dad that abused me and moved to a different city starting a new life. And that's where I met the Alpha who made me happy but there are different packs trying to kill me because they don't think it's natural for a human to be a werewolf's mate.Complete
Due to my infuriated state, I drove like a mad man and almost got into trouble with the authorities. Fortunately I solely got a slap on the wrist, perhaps the cop that had me pull over was having a great day. Instead of going home, I drove past my house, and headed straight to the bar. The intention was to drink my problems and the rage brewing inside of me away, but I actually fought and annihilated the demons that tempted me to drink alcohol again. I got home late, and peculiarly I wasn't famished but my wife had cooked so I felt compelled to eat. "Is your hands not working or something?" She asked, after I ate and left the plate on the sink. "You want me to work them on you?" I asked, headlessly. "No stupid. I want you to wash your plate after eating." She gritted her teeth, folding her cute hands into fists and if I wasn't so mad at her I would've found it stimulating. "I have a wife for a reason. She's able and willing." "Bullshit!" She sneered. "I'm assuming the plate is still dirty then?" "No." She lowered her voice. "So what is your fucking problem?" I asked, firmly. "My problem is you having shit to say to me yet choosing not to say it." she crossed her amrs, her gorgeous face painted with anticipation. That's when it dawned on me that my wife was gorgeous to me, no matter what state I was in. Literally and figuratively. "Fine." I took slow steps towards her. "I don't know if you've noticed but I don't have anybody. My dad is a dick with herpes, my best friend is a dick intoxicated idiot, and I cut my brother off. I guess I may have been a dick too to a certain extent. My point is that you're my only ally and I can't afford to have you as a weak link." I concluded sternly, and tears started streaming down her face, making me want to take a steel knife and shove it in my chest.
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