His Hostage

His Hostage

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Melissa Hale was a normal 21- year old college girl living with her brother, Julian. Her parents died when she was really young and ever since, Julian has been her only guardian. She just had one more week left till her graduation, but then due to a series of unfortunate events, her life takes a whole U- turn and she finds herself in the den of Hunter Rodriguez. She meets Hunter; a very rude and arrogant however irresistibly hot man. He hates her when he first sets eyes on her, after all she shares the same blood as the assassin who killed his best friend. So he takes her hostage and plans on making her life a living hell. Not metaphorically. But what he didn't plan was falling for her and craving her sweet voice everyday day. Read on to follow Melissa on her adventure where she finds herself completely and irrevocably in love with the Gangleader who she was supposed to hate.
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Bailey Pierce: Rich, strait A's, good friends, always happy, sweet, sarcastic. Bennett Hawthorne: Troubled, protective, couldn't care less about grades, caring. When Bennett and Bailey met, they both instantly had a thing for each other. But one of Bennett's rivals also has a thing for her and will stop at nothing to get her. <><><><><><> "Damn your weak as shit!" I laughed. My face hurt like a bitch but I wasn't going to tell him that. As my hands were swinging around, Ethan grabbed both my wrists and pushed them back onto the pillow on the bed. He picked my body up effortlessly throwing that on the bed. He pushed my wrists more into the pillow which began to hurt. "Say that again, darling." He put his face right in front of mine. "I dare you." His voice was just above a whisper. I thought about it for a minute. Saying it again would be the right thing to do but that could result in a lot of pain. If I didn't say it again though, he would call me weak and a pussy. I am neither of those things so I took a deep breath and repeated my statement. "You. Are. Weak. As shit. What was unclear about that?" I tilted my head taunting him further. <><><><><><> DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the images used however, all of the characters and plot details are my own work. Started: 6/30/23 Ended: 2/10/24 Finished editing: 2/21/24 ⚠️ WARNINGS⚠️ Violence & Gore SA & Abuse Alcohol & Drug Abuse Best rankings #5 in Freshman 1-14-24

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