PURGATION
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Last published Mon, Feb 15, 2021
Jenah Maria est une jeune étudiante qui croque la vie à pleine dents , depuis un certains temps elle reçoit des menaces elle est suivie pour un psycopathe qui veux sa mort , il s'en prend à sa famille et pour se venger Jenah fait de meme , après plusieurs années elle revient sur Paris pensant que cette histoire de vengeance était termineé mais elle était loin très loin d'imaginer que ce n'était que le début d'une très longue descente aux enfer ....
Moi, Jenah Maria Nasri, , 24 ans , diplômé d'une école d'avocat je reviens à Paris après une année passé à l'étranger afin de me faire oublier, moi ainsi que mon passé plus qu'horrible.
Moi, Jenah je vais vous raconter mon histoire...
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[Book Two of The Phantom Saga] PG18+ Status: Completed [November 29, 2021]/Editing In Process "I'm fine" is an automatic response everyone is so used to saying when asked if they're okay. Even a dying person would lie in a hospital gurney and tell their loved one, "I'm fine," just before they're pushed into an Operation Room. A depressed high schooler will tell their friends and families, "I'm fine," up until the point of having life ending thoughts and bringing it to reality. The look in a framed convict's eyes as they're being lead away after a sentencing will tell their people, "I'm fine," although they were given life without parole. What if they had spoken up? Would the outcome be different? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? Alessia Moskal wasn't dying, she wasn't suicidal and she wasn't framed. She wanted out of the life she was living and she managed to change that in a short span of time. It must have costed her something. However, that something didn't phase her. It was a simple transfer from one cage to the next. She didn't get her freedom, but at least she's not being dragged on a leash anymore. Right, Petro? "Katya Sharpe," he tuts, "I knew I should've searched harder for you..." Sitting on the window sill of his office, she smirks at his remark. The sun isn't as bright as it was before, falling behind a thick huddle of clouds, but the wind whisks through her loose, curly, strawberry blonde hair, lifting the light strands and cascading them over her shoulders. "Yes, you should've." She states, "Nevertheless, you still wouldn't have found me since having your blood on my hands is apparently my destiny." "You won't get away with this." "Yes," a smirk twitches at the left corner of her mouth as she flicks the safety off her pistol, dangling it in the light, "Yes I will." Warning: The WHOLE story MAY be triggersome. [SHORT CHAPTERS/NO FILLERS]Complete
Happiness Reborn
My freshly bruised lip hurt as it slowly trembled. I didn't know until she sat down with me too that my knees had gave up now making me fall on them, sobbing. "Hey hey.. I'm telling this to you again" she slowly held my bruised face making me look at her teary and hurting eyes, "I don't care if you have a psycho killer against you... I will always be here" "But your in danger too" I let out a small sob "I don't care about myself I am not letting you get h-hurt" My voice cracked on the last word as the urge of crying was stuck in my throat. "I don't care... Im your my best friend I signed up for this" she chuckled lightly and held me as I cried on her soft shirt feeling the silk fibers against my hurting skin. ______ Alisa handling two opposite worlds on a thread. Seeking revenge for her parents and following the killer what happens when a girl finds out about her gangster life? Alisa's happiness is buried under the layers of mud with her parents but what happens when Catalina makes her happiness reborn? New friends,like a group of boys enter her life but one boy stands out.... {Completed. not edited} {Completed on 12-12-16}Complete
Jezebel
Pirou Fotenot had been the pimp of Amorette's mama. When she died in childbirth, Amorette became his "foster child." Until the stipend checks stopped, then he sold her body to pay off his ongoing debts. But there was so much more to Pirou's Jezebel. Not only was she beautiful and alluring, she had gifts that made Pirou's marks even more willing to do whatever Pirou wanted Amorette to do and fall for her. All it took was one touch and their minds were suddenly full of nothing but her. Her green eyes. Her long curly black hair. The jasmine perfume she wore. She could also read their minds as easily as if she was reading a book. The main talent Amorette had wasn't really a talent at all. Amorette had sex with his clients....then they died, leaving no obvious reason for their death and Amorette filled with the sex energy she drained. Pirou raped and beat her on a regular basis but he was the one person she couldn't kill that way, which left Amorette trapped until he drunk himself to death. Until one night when she meets a baby prostitute in the playground who promises Amorette that she can save her. Amorette wants to get into her pants so she's willing to agree to anything. Then people start dying and Amorette wonders if she'll be saved or if she's leaving one pimp to go right into the stable of another. This is Amorette's origins story in the Black Widower universe Picture of Amorette by plutokitty.Complete
When It Rains
Anamika( Anu) getting disturbed after reading a news in the newspaper. In Uthar Pradesh ( UP, India) a dalit ( lower caste) woman got raped by her own teenage son. He was forced to do it. Some upper caste men pointed gun to his mother's head and threatened . They ordered him to rape his mother , otherwise they would kill her. So, to save her life he did it. But still, they killed her. Anamika is a final sem Electronics and communication student, who just completed her course and waiting for the results. She already got a Job in an MNC at Infopark Kochi ( southern kerala, India) through campus interview. After reading the news Anu thought " why still such horrible incidents happening to weak women in incredible India.? She thought herself as a civilized empowered girl. But Anamika never thought that, one day a gun would point to her own head like that, and she too can become a victim . Her life became upside down...She witnessed her brother Anand's murder. Lost family. She got sold to a sex mafia. And the villain said, its his revenge to her family. A plotted crime. An innocent was completely trapped. No evidence in favor of him. But there is a saying, in every crime there will be a loop hole unknowingly left by the criminal . Its eye of God. Secret , Mysteries. Cover by Sachu Sasidharan. Cover Model: Chippy Liss Vipin.Complete
Stalked By A Serial Killer
"How do you feel now, Morgan?" She says, more pointing something out than asking a question. She grabs hold of my wrists and tightens them. If I could see properly I could swear I see them turn purple. "I could beat you to the bone, right here, right now, till you die from your injuries. But, I won't. You will die. Maybe not today, maybe not in a month, but you will." Well, obviously I'm going to die. Humans don't live forever. "Wonder why?" "No, and I really don't care." She answers anyway. "Because we have the power, the people, and the weapons to do it. Face it, you're defenseless against us." I feel some blood flooding my mouth, so I, being a perfectly nice person, spit it in her face. That doesn't faze her at all. "I have the strength and intelligence, something you clearly don't have. Whatever y'all do to me, it won't break me. I will put up a hell of a fight before losing. I will fight, and I will win." I turn over and look at her fellow companions. "Even if I die doing it." "Is that a risk you're willing to take?" ____________________________________ 17 year old Morgan Peters is an average girl living life. When she goes on a trip to Rio de Janeiro to watch the FIFA finals with a few friends, a serial killer committing massacres joins in on the sporty fun and shows the thousands of fans what true adrenaline is. After the games and a few bumps along the way, she returns to her hometown, and shortly starts receiving suspicious texts from an unknown number. She figures that it appears she has a stalker on her hands. Can she live with a stalker? Or will it get more mendacious, chaotic and deadly? Follow Morgan and her best friends as love sparks, secrets get released, and betrayal of family floods through their veins. ALL NAMES, INCIDENTS, AND SOME EVENTS ARE PURELY FICTIONAL! OTHERS MAY BE COINCIDENTAL. All rights reserved.Complete
Never Again (A Near Love Story(Death Note) (discontinued)
It was the drunk diver who started it. With one swerve killed both my parents and sent me and my brother into some foster place. Then it was that fever. They did nothing. They couldn't do anything, it was to late, my brother was gone. Now I wander the streets of Japan with a new look, new name, new title, and a new life. Not a pretty one, and definitely not a clean one, but it's all I got. With my only two friends at my side and my scythes in my hands I'm fine. Well I was, until I met a boy who changed everything. I hate him. He made me rethink my whole life. The things I do and why I do them. Because of him my whole life was turned upside down and now I don't know where to go or where I even am. Because of this boy, wounds reopen. Truths revile, and lies open up from my past to haunt my every step. I hate that boy, but...at the same time I don't. Can I really? I mean, can a person like me, who's done such wrong and has felt such pain really, I mean really...fall in love? ____________________________________________________________________________ Maria Case lives an awful life. Her only friends are two shinigamis. One who is her's and another who as been banished from her home. With shinigami eyes and a death note Maria is equipped to end her parents, but they die before she can do it. After losing her little brother to disease Maria decides she's done with life in America. She then hops the next flight to Tokyo Japan where she, Ciro, and Kenyo set up a new life. At first, everything is fine, but when the now Luna meets some weird detectives while working on an even weirder case she starts to rethink everything. Luna is forced to weigh experience and love, and moral and duty. Also, when her past and all her locks and chains begin to loosen how will Luna react, and more importantly, how will the world react?Complete
Shades of Sins (New York Sinner Series Book 2)
Anastasia Vitalio. The Manipulator. Dante Rossi. The Killer. ... Anastasia: Some rise by sin, and some allow their sins to destroy them. In this world, I was the reckoning of those sinners and the salvation for their victims. My life danced on the fine line that divided the corrupted Upper East Side from the ordinary people of this world. Joining hands with the devils I knew was no more than a game of survival to me. Until Dante Rossi came along. Infamously known as one of the most ruthless killers and agents, Dante was a vicious man and a wicked genius. Someone lethal. He had the power to ruin someone at his will, and in this lifetime and every other, he chose me. He was the punishment for all my sins and the redemption for all my crimes. Bound together by the tangled threads of fate, I found flames ignited between us, set to burn us to the ground. Dante would either be my own reckoning or salvation. Perhaps, both. Every shade of all my sins so invitingly wrapped in one. Dante: Intelligence was the strongest weapon in a greedy world like ours. To control and survive in a ravenous city, I learned to make people bend at my will. The easiest way to have someone at your mercy was to find one single thing that could destroy their life. What I never expected was someone with the capability to destroy mine. That someone being Anastasia Cobalt Vitalio. Widely known as one of New York City's most fatal agents, Anastasia was a woman with an unbreakable mind and the allure of a temptress. With the power to make any man crumble at her feet, she was a woman anyone would worship at her command. She was never part of my plan, yet I found myself coming back to her each time I'd escape. She was the answer to all my prayers and the atonement for all my sins; the only one in this world who could make me kneel and repent. She was every shade of sin, all in one. TW: Violence & MurderComplete
Saved by the Assassin
"Ms.Nottage" "Ms.Nottage" "MS.NOTTAGE" "One day I'm seriously going to kill her" I whisper to myself as I got up and looked Ms.Noble in her old wrinkly caked up face. "Ms.Nottage speaking how can I be of service to you today" I smiled a innocent smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Is there a reason your sleeping in my class?" Aren't teachers suppose to have sense at least common??I couldn't help fixing my face in disgust as she folded her arms pushing her breast up. "I'm positive that whatever excuse I give I'm still going to get detention." I stared at her blankly. I smirk as I watch the vein on her neck pop out almost as if its beeping. "Why do you have to be such a bitch?" I immediately notice the attention of the whole class on us. Turning my head slowly towards the bold speaker I said "Why do you have to be a nosy nancy?" The speaker rushes to his feet ready to attack his prey as if he didn't know I'll always be the predator. "Temper Matthew temper" I said shaking my head at him watching as he's held back by fellow classmates I have yet to know the name of, not that I tried. "We wouldn't want you to end up in a coma again now would we." "You know one day someone's going to beat you to a pulp." Shaking off his 'friends' when they realized he's calmed down all having a seat except Mr.Bold of course. "And one day your going to drop down dead" As if I'm a witch a bullet flies through the wall into Matthews skull and what do you know he does drop down dead. Looking down at his body and up at everyone's shock and disbelief face I say "Likes like I'm going to need a lawyer" And as if on cue the sounds of screams and bullets occurs around me.This is going to be a long day.Complete
Betrayed By My Own
"The sight has my insides twist in a tight knot. His jet black hair that touches his shoulder, his defined abs and chest bulging through his shirt, his all too glorious tattoo. And his well shaved beards. I have no fears, I have no limits and I certainly don't have any excuses. I am going to be the death of the Almighty Jay Black. I start pacing the room as I begin to device my plan..." Jemima Luciana Valerian is a cold blooded teenager. But you really can't blame her, can you? She was raped at a tender age of twelve by her own father, scorned by her only sister and finally sold to a mafia gang that kills and sells body part by her own mother.... Now at eighteen, she's a trained assassin and the only thing keeping her going is revenge. But plans changed as she comes across the most feared Mafia. What will happen if the most feared assassin and most revered Mafia go head to head? Will it be the beginning of new feelings or the end of past feelings? Find out in Betrayed By My Own This is a book filled with so much anger, hatred, revenge, lust, desire and so much more. It contains explicit language and very matured scenes. If you're reading this, you're doing so solely at your own risk This work is solely a work of art and fiction, it is not intended or aimed at degrading any beliefs or culture. All events and places are totally fictional. NOTE: THIS IS NOT A SEQUEL TO 'FADE TO BLACK'. IT CAN BE READ AS A STAND ALONE. THANK YOU AND SEAT BACK AND RELAX AS I TAKE YOU ON AN ADVENTUREComplete
I Gave Him Fentanyl - 🔞A Dark Romance Thriller
When a STALKER kidnaps a SERIAL KILLER... °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° A woman obsessed with a brutal serial killer captures him in her basement, but as their battle of wits turns intimate, she must decide if she's his captor, his lover-or his next victim. °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° ''It's dangerous. He's dangerous. That sick fuck might be a cannibal with a blood kink for all I know. He might literally eat my pussy, until it's ripped out between my thighs. I don't want that to be the main cause of my death. Though the thrill of it all... whether he would bite me off completely or be merciful...was like playing Russian roulette....and it was making me tear up, but not in the eyes, but between my thighs. At that moment, I felt myself getting wet. I was confused actually, because I was totally and honestly afraid, but it got me SO...wet. That's when I realized I had been moaning loudly, and the panties stuck in my throat did nothing to volume it down.'' °•°•°~-~-~°•°•°~-~-~°•°•° 🎀TRIGGER WARNINGS🎀 CNC CBT Dubcon Gore Murder Beheading Gutting Stabbing Biting Physical, mental torture Suffocation Castration Masochism Sadism Cannibalism Hybristophilia Paraphilia Stockholm Syndrome Blood fetish Rough play Impact play Choke play Blade play Bondage Pegging Cuffing Stalking Kidnapping Human trafficking Drugs/Drugging.Complete
[Book Two of The Phantom Saga] PG18+ Status: Completed [November 29, 2021]/Editing In Process "I'm fine" is an automatic response everyone is so used to saying when asked if they're okay. Even a dying person would lie in a hospital gurney and tell their loved one, "I'm fine," just before they're pushed into an Operation Room. A depressed high schooler will tell their friends and families, "I'm fine," up until the point of having life ending thoughts and bringing it to reality. The look in a framed convict's eyes as they're being lead away after a sentencing will tell their people, "I'm fine," although they were given life without parole. What if they had spoken up? Would the outcome be different? Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? Alessia Moskal wasn't dying, she wasn't suicidal and she wasn't framed. She wanted out of the life she was living and she managed to change that in a short span of time. It must have costed her something. However, that something didn't phase her. It was a simple transfer from one cage to the next. She didn't get her freedom, but at least she's not being dragged on a leash anymore. Right, Petro? "Katya Sharpe," he tuts, "I knew I should've searched harder for you..." Sitting on the window sill of his office, she smirks at his remark. The sun isn't as bright as it was before, falling behind a thick huddle of clouds, but the wind whisks through her loose, curly, strawberry blonde hair, lifting the light strands and cascading them over her shoulders. "Yes, you should've." She states, "Nevertheless, you still wouldn't have found me since having your blood on my hands is apparently my destiny." "You won't get away with this." "Yes," a smirk twitches at the left corner of her mouth as she flicks the safety off her pistol, dangling it in the light, "Yes I will." Warning: The WHOLE story MAY be triggersome. [SHORT CHAPTERS/NO FILLERS]
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