"I-im sorry please don't hurt me" I whimper as he steps towards me with slow steps. "You fucking ran, what did I say would happen if you did?" He seethes. I dont answer staring at him in fear. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ "𝐀𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞." ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ ⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Broken Winter 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ "P-please don't," I sob. Zayden stood behind me, one hand gripping my shoulder to keep me in the chair, the other holding a sharp pair of scissors. "It's just a haircut, darling," he said with a dark smile. "P-please. You know how much I love my hair," I begged. He lowered his head until his lips were close to my ear, his voice dropping to a murmur. "And that's exactly why I'm going to cut it," he whispered with a smirk. ♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡ Winter is an innocent girl, sheltered by her father most of the time she barely interact with the outside world. It all ends when a man enters her life kidnaps her and decides shes his victim for his revenge. Will Winter escape him? ♡♡♡ Zayden wants vengeance for his sister. Instead of taking revenge from Winters father he takes her. Why? Because she simply took his interest at first sight. Will zayden be satisfied once his revenge is complete?

I didn't answer immediately. I reached up, my fingers grazing her skin as I stroked her chin, forcing her to maintain eye contact. I watched her swallow hard, the movement of her throat mesmerizing. A smirk pulled at my lips. I didn't want a dance. I didn't want a tease. "I want you to suck my cock," I told her, my voice a low, commanding growl. The shock hit her instantly. She started to stand up, perhaps to argue or to ask for more details, but I wasn't finished. My hand shot out with lightning speed, my fingers gripping her thigh with a possessive force that pinned her back into the cushions. I felt her gasp, her body tensing under my touch. MATURE 18+ 🫶

I wanted nothing but to run, to run away from him to my home, but he wouldn't let me go. He told me I was his captive, only his. No, that wasn't love; that was obsession mixed with nothing but hatred. He kept scraping my wounds, which I couldn't heal, making it more painful to bear. I wanted to hide myself , away from him, away from my bully. THE STARTING CAN BE A LITTLE CHEESY BUT TRUST ME JUST KEEP GOING AND EVERY SECOND WILL WORTH..... Content Warning: This story contains dark themes, including: Bullying Violence and blood Torture Abusive characters Reader discretion is advised, as these elements may be distressing to some. THE STORY STARTS FROM HERE, DONT FORGET TO VOTE , ALSO GIVE ME YOUR REVIEW ABOUT THE STORY THROUGH COMMENT Section AND FOLLOW FOR MORE UPDATES... ⚠️ Dark romance Hate to love and love to obsessed Murder Forced relationship

Born as one of Cedrick Dulane's farm-bred humans, Alice has always known her place in the world. She is an animal. Property of the Dulane estate. One permitted to live as long as she is useful to her sibla master and can produce offspring to supply the human meat trade. But when Alice is pushed past her breaking point she has a choice to make. Can she continue as the animal she was bred to be? Or might she just find a way to take a stand and fight back! *Note: This book is a prequel to After Humanity. You do not have to read After Humanity to read Voices of Humanity but it will def make for a different experience if you have.

* 2017 WATTY WINNER!* Blurb: Humans are at the top of the food chain and always have been. But what if they weren't? What if another took our place and decided to raise and exploit us as we have every other animal on earth? Welcome to a world after humanity... No one is exactly certain where the sibla came from. Some say they evolved from humans long ago, slowly taking power as their numbers increased. Taller, stronger, and longer-lived, than homo sapiens it isn't too hard to imagine. Now humans must face a reality in which they are no more than animals, domesticated beasts bred for their master's various needs and hungers. Rachel Turner is only eight years old. Born in Demin, one of the last remaining free human settlements on earth, she has never been forced to face the reality of life under a sibla Master, living a carefree existence in her hidden village. Magnus Kendrick is a sibla farmer with a sizable estate on which he raises all manner of livestock, from chickens, to sheep, to...humans. He is also the man destined to purchase Rachel's life. *Warning: This book contains a certain degree of gore and disturbing themes Beautiful cover by @my_fairytale 2016 Fright Fest Gold Winner Cryptic's Choice 2017 WATTY Winner ( Story Smiths category) *All Rights Reserved

Oakley Sommers has gotten herself into a bit of a situation. After a night she thought she'd be having fun , ended up turning into a wild night that she'll never forget. What was supposed to be getaway for a short period of time ended up becoming a scary event that could have ended poorly. But , luckily , she had two knights in shining armor come to her rescue , or rather , knights in shining dresses. Enter Salem Marabelle and Venus Coralee. Two dommes who have been living together for the past two years. They have a complicated relationship with each other , they love each other , but not in a romantic way. "Love can't spawn from lust." Salem has always said , but what happens when one added addition to their dynamic changes the entirety of their relationship , throws that whole idea off the rails and makes Salem rethink everything. Who would have guessed that this new addition would have been the final push to make the knights collide.

She was a simple commoner who was looked down upon for being a halfblood. They were the queens of her kingdom, cruel, sadistic, bloodthirsty, savage, and feared by all. They could make even the gods themselves tremble in their presence. And she will have to work for them as their maid. It is well known that the maids in the castle don't survive long. One mistake could cost Astra her head, even the tiniest one. And being in the same room with even one of the Queen, will that risk rises rather dramatically. Luckily, Astra isn't a normal girl which draws the attention of the demon queens who become rather interested in her. Very interested.

Olivia has spent most of her life surviving. Surviving fear. Surviving instability. Surviving the kind of loneliness that makes you feel too much and not enough all at once. When she ends up living with Lu, she doesn't know what to do with softness. With patience. With being cared for in ways that don't come with conditions. But healing isn't pretty, and safety doesn't come easy. Between nightmares, meltdowns, regression, shutdowns, and the constant fear of being too much, Olivia has to learn that love isn't supposed to hurt-and Lu has to prove, over and over again, that she isn't going anywhere. A story about trauma, healing, autism, age regression, found family, and learning how to call a place home. This is book 1

❝Like a work of art he had been dying to put on display.❞ Verani Adams finds herself unhappy with the way she's led her life. Between dealing with the consequences of her career choices, the burden to find romance in an era of one night stands, and most of all, figuring out how to fulfill her endless desire for a thrill in everything she does, she decides to apply for an internship in her final year of college, at one of the most profound museums in the city of Paris: Musée de l'Érotisme. Described otherwise as, a museum dedicated to sex. Face to face with the taboo nature that surrounds her job, she meets Damien Dupont, the head director of the renowned museum. Vera learns early on that his expertise goes beyond the creative field, following him into his personal life, and she can't help but feel curious about the various tastes he indulges in. As for him, he gets what he wants, and his eyes are set on the girl in red. *Unedited, this completed version is the first draft. Currently in revision.* 18+ MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY.

"Who are y-" With a swift backhand to the face, Spencer was silenced, yet again. The force interrupted his balance and he swayed a bit before falling onto his back. The man stood above him, weapon pointed at his head.