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Hopeless Advocate .

LECTURES 282
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Parties 8
Durée 32m

LECTURES 282
Votes 22
Parties 8
Durée 32m

"You're the perfect soul for me. Every piece of you is something quite the amusement." He looks at me with a slight smirk. "Why are you so scared? This is what you crave for. You love the fear in people's eyes, their body trembling, and the fear that you could smell a mile away." He touches my hair and tucks it slowly to the back of my ear. "No one can help you but me. The brains of a mastermind. Alalea, You're the perfect soul for me..."Tous Droits Réservés

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The Contract, écrit par MyWeekendIs_Booked

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

Unleashed, écrit par Dewmoin

"There is a darkness inside you Ash," it hissed into my ear, freezing me in place. "Do you have the strength to become what this world needs? Or will your fears overwhelm you?"

Mate?We're Not Friends!, écrit par CountingStarsxo

"You bastard! Let me go!" I screamed as soon as the gag fell from around my mouth. "You know I can't let you go, as I've already explained multiple times before, you're my mate." He explained patiently, while he walked closer and touched a strand of my dusty blond bangs. "No! I'm not you're friend."I gashed my teeth at him, trying to look menacing, but failing terribly when he chuckled and carried on stroking my hair. If it was not for my hands being tied up behind my back, and my legs being cuffed to the poles in front of me, I would have already clawed his eyes out, and kicked him where the sun does not shine, then I would have made my escape, but unfortunately for me I did not think that will be happening any time soon. "Not friend;mates. Mates, as in soul mates" his melodic voice was just above a whisper, and his lips where inches away from my ear. I looked at him, as if he had lost his mind, because even if I was not a shrink, I knew he should be diagnosed-crazy. "You're mad, you need some help-" Hi there, I'm Blair. Maybe I should start my story from the beginning, of how me; a average nineteen year old girl with daddy issues, ended up being kidnapped by a crazy guy, who believes I'm his soul mate, and he also thinks he's a werewolf-crazy right?

Destined, écrit par KeepRising96

I sat in the library. There was not a single person in sight. There was just complete, suffocating silence. Then the silence shattered when I heard loud footsteps. Each step got louder and louder. I looked up and saw . . . Max. He stood right before of me. His hair held in a slick quiff and his beautiful lips curved in a grin. My heart started to beat rapidly. I watched him hopelessly as he bent down, towards me, near me. His face inches away from me. I could feel his cold breath on my face. "You still love me, don't you?" He asked in his deep voice. The answer was yes, I did love him. . . but I can't tell him that. I don't want him to repeat all the things he did to me. I don't want him to make me cry for hours. But will he love me for real this time if I forgive him? If I don't forgive him, will I ever forget him? Will I ever be able to give love a second chance? "Okay, I admit that the description was horrendous. But please don't let the description prevent you from reading this, please give this story a try. Please?"

Plague, écrit par Manson_S_K

A/N: People seem to think that this is a werewolf story and adding it to their werewolf reading list, it's not, it does have some werewolves in it but they aren't the main characters or species. ~ He looks at me with his mismatched eyes, they're cold and angry, not much of a surprise there. He is leaning against his table, his arms crossed as well as his legs, yeah he is angry alright. "You've been avoiding me" He glares at me, well great he figured me out. I shrug and don't say anything. He growls "What the fuck did I say about using your goddamn words Noah?" I smile sarcastically...and I shrug. His face contorts, uh oh he's going beastie, he pushes off his desk and stalks his way over to me and pushes me against the wall with one of his giant hands on my throat. "You best not forget who the fuck I am you little shit, just because we're mates doesn't mean I'm gonna let you disrespect me like that" He presses down on my jugular and lifts up me giving me no choice but to wrap my legs around him so he doesn't completely take me away from air. "I've known you your whole life babygirl, I know your weakness" He whispers in my ear, he moves my head to the side and finds his mark, he kisses it. Motherfucker.

Their Love Story (18+), écrit par lakhotal

"Ace if they walk in my room and see you, they'll kill you." I said. "Darling." He said brushing my hair back, "You need to stop worrying so much. Just enjoy this." He said and I felt his tongue on my clit. "Mmh." I moaned while covering my mouth.

Little one(Completed), écrit par jsmnkln

"I can listen to your thoughts!" I whisper panicking again. He begins to smile while I back away. Oh moon goddess I'm sure he will kill me now. No I don't wanna die! Wait...what if he can listen to my thoughts too? Oh no, no, no, no, no why did this happen! Xavier comes closer and I back away more. What is he doing? Why is he frowning? Please help me! "Hey little one it's ok." Xavier whispers. What's ok?? That I can listen to his thoughts? Hell no! "Baby it's the mate bond it's normal." I felt tears starting to roll down my cheeks. Why is everything so complicated? Why is it like this?? #802 Rang in Werewolf~21th April 2018 #100 Rang in Werewolf~2nd May 2018 #70 Rang in Werewolf~8th May 2018 Began: 19th April 2018 Ended: 2nd August 2018 Thanks for so many reads and support never thought this could happen❤

Tempting Jocelyn, écrit par author_sky_angel

WARNING: EXCERPT ONLY! "And you smell delicious too." He whispered beside my ear. "Like honey and cinnamon were mixed to create a scent so irresistible. Do you know these two combined are great for the immune system?" He hummed against my neck, sending goosebumps all over my skin. "Fuck you." I managed to get out, glancing at him behind me. I felt his lips tilt up in a smile against my neck before he moved up to nibble at my earlobe. "That'll be nice." He chuckled in a deep sexy voice that rumbles from his chest to my body. "But some other time. Now..." His hot tongue comes out to lap at my neck in slow strokes. I bit down on my bottom lip to stop the moan that was about to break free. "I'm hungry." He darkly announced. Jocelyn, born from a witch family, had no powers making her an outcast among witches. She is determined to make it through life on her own, but then she runs into Sebastian, a vampire who develops a sudden interest in her and has a strange addiction to her blood. However, even though Jocelyn is not new to the supernatural world, it's not easy for her to accept she's supposed to spend eternity with a blood-sucking demon! What's more, humans are being murdered mysteriously, and Jocelyn starts to have visions of their deaths. Dive into a tale of mystery, romance, suspense, drama, and excitement. "Maybe that's why I was gifted with this power!" I screamed at her, but she laughed in return. "Oh, honey. Your powers aren't a gift. It's a curse."

The Dark Rose 🌹 {18+}, écrit par chelseaxxm123

[COMPLETED] ೋღ🌹ღೋ He stands roughly a few feet away from me, his body towering over my crouched one. I bring my legs up to my chest, pushing myself further into the wall as he kneels down towards me. He brings his nose to the crook of my neck, my face grimacing as I await for the pain. He breathes in, "hmmm, you smell so delicious." He coos, his breath fanning my neck, causing me to shiver In disgust. If only my brothers were here... "Wheres a delicacy like you been hiding this whole time?" His use of words has me on edge. His implementations imply that he's some sort of cannibal and judging from what he did to that other man I fear I may be right. I refuse to answer him, spitting in his face. My face bounces of the wall, the sting of his slap left behind on my cheek. I shake the pain away, placing a facade up to hide the fear within. You fucking bastard! I narrow my eyes at him, taking note of his features in case I miraculously survive this encounter. His hair is a dark auburn and his eyes that watch me with amusement are a dark blue. His attire was a black suit which seemed out of place considering he was standing in an alleyway. If I manage to escape I want to be confident that'd I'd be able to have this bastard put behind bars. Again if... His eyes shift, my eyes widening as his eyes turn from a dark blue to a pool of black, red veins trailing along from his pupil to the edge of his eyes. His voice is dark as he commands, "Show me that pretty little neck of yours." ೋღ🌹ღೋ ⚠️ Warning!!! This book is extremely dark and has depictions of Mature language, violence, sexual activity, sexual and physical abuse, including rape. Rape is a serious crime often overlooked where the victim is made to believe it is their fault. I do not condone rape however, it's a reality. Please only read if your 18+ and with caution. This book will be updated weekly. Possibly sometime more or less depending on how busy I am.

The Darkest Temptation ✔️, écrit par Midika

*Mature Content Warning* I rest both my hands against the table. "I'll go on another date with you, if you tell me one thing about yourself that no one else knows." He's silent for a long moment, pondering my offer. Eventually he quirks his fingers at me. "Lean closer." Bracing myself against the table, I lean over it toward him, noting every detail about his face as I get closer. Every hair, every freckle. His beautiful is unimaginable. His breath warms my skin, dancing over my ear as I dip my head toward him. Will he kiss me, and make good on my sinful thoughts? His voice is like an erotic caress as he murmurs in my ear, "I'm a murderer." *** She cannot escape him. On a blind-date, she unknowingly meets the most dangerous man to exist, and falls into his world of darkness and desire as both his mate, and his worst enemy.

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The Contract

Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)