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Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. 

The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. 

That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. 

Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. 

"You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you."

The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. 

"Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad."

With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. 

As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. 

"Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there."

With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.Creative Commons (CC) Attribution

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A Bloody Crown by peachyprettypink

"How can one be a Queen without a crown, darling?" she cooed, a small smile on her face. "Slit her arms." The guards each restrained me, tying my legs together, and my upper arms to my torso. They slid up my leather sleeves, took out a knife, extended out my arms, and began slitting long marks down the length, from my elbow to wrist. I screamed in pain, twisting and writhing away from them as best as I could. Tears streamed down my face, the pain becoming unbearable as air hit the open wounds. Vomit began rising in my throat, panic stirring in the back of my mind. "Stop, please," I begged, unable to take the pain. "I can't, I can't-" Briallyn placed the crown in my hands, allowing the blood from my arms to run down onto it, staining the precious silver metal red. Red. That color. Iron. That smell. It dripped onto the floor, echoing around the room, reverberating between my ears. Splattering. That sound. The guards squeezed each of my upper arms, pushing more blood out of the wounds, causing me to howl in pain. I cried and wriggled, holding desperately to the crown. My guts turned at the sight, my arms stained red, unclean and impure. *this story contains strong themes of violence, PTSD, and sexual assault*

GOLDEN STRINGS by AdelaineJDevyn

Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die. Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it. As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted. Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was. Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court. Her mate.

Her Assistant by oopsbyehoe

"Can you check this file, there's an error in it." She pushes a file towards me. At this point I am sweating. Lord just give her a gun already. I concentrate on the file hoping to quickly spot the error. From the corner of my eyes I see her looking at me, standing up next to me. Like right next to me. Like her leg touching my chair. "Did you find it yet?" Her whispery voice sounded right next to my ear, causing me to shudder a little. "N-not yet." I said, my voice now definitely sounding rough. Her hands find their way to my shoulders causing me to glup audibly. Her left hand starts to move south, over my arm, to the side of my torso and then- To my painfully hard cock. She moans in my ear softly, causing my dick to twitch. She starts planting butterfly kisses on my neck and it automatically tilts to give her more access. "You're so hard, Zeb." She moaned. And fuck me that was the most beautiful sound my ears have ever heard. ⎯ ZEB ARRINGTON Adorable, hot, and innocent these three words could describe Zeb. But it doesn't help in making a living, does it? Especially not the third one. At 25, with no job and career, Zeb is fed up, but what happens when he gets a job, of an 'assistant' that too for none other than THE cold-hearted and rude, Aveline Andruzzi who also happens to be REALLY sexy and also doesn't have time for this 'romance bullshit'? ⎯ AVELINE ANDRUZZI The billionaire entrepreneur, with a persona that makes people shake in their shoes. People are afraid of her and that's how she likes it, men kiss the ground she walks on, and why wouldn't they? She is THE epitome of hotness, with a figure that can wake the dead. It's really hard for someone to catch her eye and trust me when I say 'really fucking hard'. ⎯ ❝ "I told you, you're mine. I don't pick up catfights, Zeb. I don't have time for that childish shit." she whispers, sending blood running straight to my cock. ❞ Trigger warning 18+ Mature content Cover by Ren T

• Experience of Life • [ Completed Storyline ] by NoahKnight2

This Is the same as my Previous Story Of She Doesn't Know What Life Could Be So I changed the Title And Made the Story Different Hope this is okay Don't Worry I won't Spam a lot of books but I really like to tell you something special so hope you enjoy Storylines:? What if N and Uzi or Doorman Never From Copper 9? They're On different Planet And Treating By Human Like Slave Drones But One Served Drone Throw Away From Copper 9 The reason was That She Escaped From a Horrible world And Got her Freedom But She Couldn't do Anything Cause of Her Mental Body And Behind her Back was cursing her Too much Pain reason why she hurt cause that the previous owner Hurt her and abused her slave Drone like a pet. No one helping her or Someone To stop the lady she got used to it until she was sold off by an Illegal Shop cause and sold off by someone else but she got to throw it away because pretending to be dead and got thrown away from Another world used Dispose stuff of course she was alive she didn't die or something. Her body started to get serious pain and want to rest use solving and flower from the ground come out and lock herself so and started to recover she could feel Pain but if she recovered very soon she could be alive right away. One day A Murder Drones Found A Slave Drones in the middle of Nowhere He got down from the snow and noticed it was a worker drone but had a Uniform maid outfit but it was ripped and her skirt felt like she hadn't changed. "What Are Those Scrap? " He Checks everything until He Square notices it " Whoa! What you got there buddy? A Worker Drone by yourself to eat it? " she asks but other female Murder Drones notice her outfit " This isn't just a worker drone? This is Server drones " She said "What? But that looks like just a normal worker drone- oh wait you're right "A female murder Drone said " Let me turn it on "Another female Murder Drone Turned on her switch and noticed her Visor [Slave Drone] Can N make her understand the world? ???

All The Queen's Monsters (The Queen's Slave, Book 3) by herlittlenightmare

Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

A Song of Flame & Shadow - Eris x OC by AshenSoul15

Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."

Refuge In The Shadows by EmilyLuong

Raised as Hunters in a hidden counterinsurgency society in the late nineteenth century, nineteen year old Welsh twins Carys and Cadeyrn Llewelyn have led brutal, unforgiving lives filled with heartbreak and pain. As the only female Hunter, Carys has proven her place among the males, but not without a terrible price. And while Carys is as self-sacrificing as ever, it's up to Cadeyrn to make sure he's there to pick up the pieces. When a mysterious Hunter from London beckons the twins and their friends to the city to eliminate a target, self discoveries are made, relationships are tested, and wounds are reopened. _____ "Cadeyrn, everything we have been through, everything we have sacrificed has come down to this moment. Steamboats and trains make travel exponentially faster. Industry has become the crown jewel of the country. Stringent moral codes are disintegrating. Everything that we used to take for granted has been distorted. Amidst all of this revolution, I see women restlessly gazing out their windows. They want a share of this exciting, new world. I have been privileged to have access to it and I do not want to be the only one...but I do not know if I am the right person to bring about this change," Carys whispered dejectedly. Cadeyrn sat on Carys's bed and enveloped her in a brotherly embrace. "Do not say such things about yourself. You are as strong and determined as Mam was." Carys gave Cadeyrn a watery smile and he returned to his own bed. Carys turned her body around so that she was facing the window. The curtains were pulled aside so she could see the stars littering the night sky. The gentle slopes of the hills stretched as far as the eye could see and the darkened shadow of the village was a speck off in the distance. At this breathtaking sight, Carys finally let the tears fall. Each teardrop held her fears, her anger, and her sadness. Why would one need to find refuge in the shadows if there is nothing to hide? Only in a perfect world.

𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ! [ rhysand ] by midnight_ink_

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

Escape:Target D916 Book 2 |✓| by ZariasWritings_

Book completed✓ Book 1. Escape: Killed or be killed [Unpublished] Book 2 'Escape : Target D916 Four years later of escaping a traumatizing facility that sex trafficked, abused and assaulted victims, Sabrina and Draven come together for the first time. Only he had no memory of her nor anybody he cherished for the matter. Made in the essential undertaking, an soldier. His purpose to wreck the foes of his bosses. From adversaries, to clients, up to his Boss. Sabrina and Jr's brief serene life takes a turn when she finds her way back to the obliteration Draven, now named D916. From assisting him with recapturing his memory, to learning the reality of his creation, discovering the truth with regards to the double-crossings, betrayals, and becoming hopelessly enamored once more, she couldn't leave. Rather hell with him, than heaven with anyone else. With that bargain, she gained that and more as did he. .... Rage gripped his body, coursing through his body as he smoldered. "Draven!" Jr begged in protest but he ignored him, his teeth gritting with indecisiveness. He hadn't known how he wanted her to suffer, so many methods, so many ways. The thought of her screams caused his tongue to slide over his lips. "Jr get back" Sabrina pleaded. He gripped her jaw had her attention been on everyone else but him. Now, she had been downright provoking him. "A nice little meetup huh? Where are they?" His thumbs dug into the spot between her cheeks and jawline causing her eyes to water. "I thought you trusted me" She whined, tears dropping down her cheeks. Her delicacy had been alluring. So easy she would break for him. "Now when did I say that?" He chuckled darkly.

Her Innocent Heart (Masoom Dil) by BlissfullyElegant

⚠️ Kidnapped Romance: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCb0EOwy75EU8UQVbvkI-H8A Running through the woods, she suddenly fell to the ground, because of the outer root of an old tree... Ignoring the sharp pain in her foot, she again started to run. A lower bark of some tree hooked on her rustling veil and It tore with sound. Ah! Branch made a peel on her skin too. Running, running. She just ran. The cold air was shocking her throat and lungs as she inhaled deeper, faster. After crossing many trees, she looked over her shoulder. No one behind but some howling thuds. He must be wearing heavy boots. Compared to him she was bare feet. Suddenly a dried tiny branch cracked beneath her foot. She winced as her sole got pierced, but continued her running that was now transformed into limping. Her heart was beating in her ears. She kept her unsteady pace with her lower lip clamped between the third. She then bumped into maybe a tree trunk and fell with a thump. "Ouch!" With the lowest groan she got up....but... She saw the tall, broad figure in the place of which she assumed the tree. She started backing away but a harsh tug on her scalp stopped her. "Where?" He was having a fistful of her hair with a bitter scowl on his face. "Leave me!" She screamed as he started walking with the same demeanor. "Let go of me!" She yelled while punching in his stomach. He left her hair at once. "Bitch! Keep quiet straight away." With this, he flung and carried her on his shoulder. In the moonlight, he was looking as fierce as a giant werewolf. "Get me down!" She punched his neck and tried to dig nails into his tough yet thick skin. He stopped and hauled her down. She was laying shocked on dry foliage. Then he knelt beside them and got on top of her. "No!" She went pale. *** An innocent Beauty... And a famished Beast. Warning! Grammar sucks #1 in Spiritual many times. Alhamdulillah.

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A Bloody Crown

"How can one be a Queen without a crown, darling?" she cooed, a small smile on her face. "Slit her arms." The guards each restrained me, tying my legs together, and my upper arms to my torso. They slid up my leather sleeves, took out a knife, extended out my arms, and began slitting long marks down the length, from my elbow to wrist. I screamed in pain, twisting and writhing away from them as best as I could. Tears streamed down my face, the pain becoming unbearable as air hit the open wounds. Vomit began rising in my throat, panic stirring in the back of my mind. "Stop, please," I begged, unable to take the pain. "I can't, I can't-" Briallyn placed the crown in my hands, allowing the blood from my arms to run down onto it, staining the precious silver metal red. Red. That color. Iron. That smell. It dripped onto the floor, echoing around the room, reverberating between my ears. Splattering. That sound. The guards squeezed each of my upper arms, pushing more blood out of the wounds, causing me to howl in pain. I cried and wriggled, holding desperately to the crown. My guts turned at the sight, my arms stained red, unclean and impure. this story contains strong themes of violence, PTSD, and sexual assault